The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"You don't need to explain."

Fu Hua looked out the window, her voice calm, "I know."

"you do not know."

Xie Ci's voice was a little hurried, "I only know her because of our elders, we're not even friends. I didn't know she would come to dinner today. Company Commander Yang only said it was a gathering of the communications company..."

As he spoke, he observed Fu Hua's expression in the rearview mirror.

The light from the streetlamp flickered on her face, obscuring her expression.

"I really don't know."

He repeated it again.

Fu Hua finally turned to look at him: "Xie Ci, I believe in you."

She said those four words in a calm tone.

But Xie Ci felt even more flustered.

He would rather Fu Hua be angry, he would rather she question him.

I'd rather she be like other girls, throwing a few tantrums.

But she was so calm, so calm that it made him feel...

She didn't care at all.

I don't care who Xu Jing is, I don't care what Xu Jing said.

They didn't even care who he ate with or who he served food to.

This indifference hurt him more than any doubt.

After driving past Shichahai, and nearing the entrance of the alley where Fu Hua lived, Xie Ci parked the car on the side of the road.

The engine was turned off, and the carriage fell silent instantly.

In the distance, one could faintly hear voices and hear the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"Student Fu."

Xie Ci turned around and looked at her.

"What...what is our relationship now?"

Fu Hua looked at him, her eyes clear and bright in the dim light: "What kind of relationship do you want between us?"

"Object".

He spoke his thanks quickly, as if afraid he would regret it: "My marriage partner is the only one."

After he finished speaking, the carriage fell silent again.

He could hear his own heartbeat, each beat pounding in his chest.

Fu Hua smiled.

It wasn't a happy laugh, but a clear, slightly helpless laugh.

Acknowledgments,

She said, "You've never clearly told me your feelings. Some things can't be conveyed through actions alone; you have to say them. You need to let me know what you're really thinking."

"Is it too late for me to say it now?"

His voice was strained as he gave his thanks.

"There's still time."

Fu Hua nodded, then paused, "However, I'm not prepared to accept."

Xie Ci felt as if his heart had been squeezed.

Let's start by being friends.

Fu Hua continued, her tone gentle yet firm, "I know you're good to me, but you need to think clearly about what you really like about me. Is it my talent, my independence, or the person 'Fu Hua'? Thank you. Feelings aren't something to be taken lightly; they have to stand the test of time."

After she finished speaking, she pushed open the car door and got out. A cool night breeze blew into the car.

Xie Ci got out of the car and stood by the car watching her.

Under the streetlights, her figure was slender yet upright.

"it is good."

He finally said, "My friend, Huahua, I will show you my determination."

Fu Hua smiled, said nothing, and turned to walk into the alley.

After walking a few steps, she turned back and said, "Thank you, drive carefully."

Then they disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

Xie Ci leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.

The smoke dissipated in the night, and he recalled Fu Hua's smile from just now.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette and then stubbed it out on the roadside.

Starting tomorrow, he wants to be more specific.

It wasn't directed at anyone else, it was directed at her.

He wanted her to know that the person he had chosen was someone he would spend his whole life with.

Outside the apartment, Fu Hua took out her key and opened the door.

The room was dark; she hadn't turned on the light.

By the moonlight streaming through the window, I walked to the window.

Looking down at the red cigarette butts on the roadside, they gleamed.

She stood there for a long time, until the light went out and the car drove away, before gently drawing the curtains.

My friend. It's good.

She's not in a hurry.

When it comes to feelings, you can't rush them.

You have to take your time to look at it, savor it, and choose it.

Just like the lyrics say, I'm past the age of dreaming.

A life of grandeur is not as good as a peaceful one!

She thanked him... She truly believed him.

But believing does not mean accepting.

Fu Hua's path has always been one she chose herself.

The same applies to feelings.

...............

A week later, the communications unit had an accident.

A critical wired carrier communication device suddenly malfunctioned.

The encrypted communication in the entire area was immediately brought to a state of semi-paralysis.

This is an old piece of equipment that the Soviet Union provided as aid in its early years.

Every broken one is one less available, and there are no spare parts to be found.

Yang Yu, the communications company commander, paced anxiously at the entrance of the computer room.

He clutched his military cap in his hand, his hair a tangled mess.

"Comrade Xu Jing, are you ready yet?"

He didn't know how many times he had peeked out to ask.

In the computer room, Xu Jing squatted in front of the turned-on machine, her forehead beaded with sweat.

Holding a multimeter in her hand, her face grew paler and paler as she stared at the densely packed circuit boards.

"Company Commander Yang, give me a little more time..."

Her voice was a little strained, "This malfunction is rather unusual, I need to troubleshoot it slowly."

"Investigate slowly?"

Yang Yu couldn't help but raise his voice, "Commander Hua is waiting for communications! We can't get in touch with the frontline exercise command, how am I supposed to explain this?!"

A few veteran technicians nearby whispered among themselves, "Last time with the same problem, Consultant Fu came and fixed it in half an hour..."

"Shh! Don't mention that!"

Just then, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Commander Hua strode over with two staff officers, his face ashen.

"What happened?"

Before the person even arrived, the voice came first: "The problem still hasn't been fixed? The exercise command has already called three times!"

Yang Yu forced himself to stand at attention and salute: "Reporting, Commander! Comrade Xu Jing is working hard to repair the damage. She said... she said it will take more time."

Commander Hua walked into the server room, glanced at Xu Jing who was squatting on the floor,

He glanced again at the tools and parts scattered all over the floor, his brows furrowing deeply.

"How much longer?"

Xu Jing stood up, her fingers trembling slightly with nervousness: "Reporting, Commander, I...I promise I'll have it fixed before dinner!"

"Before dinner?"

Commander Hua glanced at his watch. "It's only 10 a.m.! The exercise starts at noon!"

He turned around and waved his hand impatiently.

As I walked out of the computer room, I couldn't help but silently blame myself.

Yang Yu muttered under his breath, "I shouldn't have let Comrade Fu leave... We're so short of technical talent now, what are we going to do?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was heard by Xu Jing, who was walking out.

She was about to re-enter the server room with a glass of water when she suddenly stopped, her face instantly turning grim.

His fingers gripped the enamel cup tightly, his knuckles turning white.

A few seconds later, she took a deep breath.

He quickly regained his composure and strode into the server room.

His voice rose a few decibels: "Company Commander Yang, don't worry! Although this malfunction is complex, I've found a solution! I guarantee the mission will be completed within the timeframe requested by the Commander!"

Looking at her confident expression, Yang Yu nodded with some skepticism: "Then hurry up..."

At the same time, the atmosphere in the conference room of Peking University Graduate Station was completely different.

Seven or eight people were sitting around the long conference table, besides Professor Yan.

There were also three technical experts in military uniforms.

An elderly man sat in the main seat.

With his gray hair and sharp eyes, he truly is Professor Jiang from the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense.

Fu Hua sat next to Professor Yan, with a notebook and several drawings spread out in front of her.

She wore a simple white shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her slender but well-defined forearms.

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