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

Su Yurou was preoccupied and had no interest in continuing to work.

I said hello to my boss and then hurriedly went home.

When I opened the door, I searched for the key for quite a while.

He pushed the door open forcefully in a hurry and in a fit of rage, making a loud banging noise.

Aunt Liu was wiping the table in the living room when she heard the noise and turned around.

Before he could finish speaking, Su Yurou slammed her bag heavily onto the sofa.

He looked like a volcano about to erupt.

"Aunt Liu,"

Su Yurou's voice was shrill and sharp, hurting one's eardrums.

"Did you move that jasmine plant on the kitchen windowsill? I've told you so many times, that plant can't be exposed to the afternoon sun!"

Aunt Liu paused for a moment, then put down the rag: "Yu Rou, those flowers have gotten infested with bugs. I'll move them to a shady spot and spray them with some pesticide..."

"Who gave you permission to act on your own?"

Su Yurou interrupted her, her brows furrowed tightly.

"Who's really in charge of this house? You get to decide everything?"

"Also, why is the flour going out so fast lately? The meat is gone in just a few days."

Those words were too harsh; Aunt Liu's face paled.

Could she say that these were all things Fu Xiao instructed her to use to deliver meals to Fu Hua?

This will cause even greater conflict.

Aunt Liu's lips moved, but she didn't say anything and silently turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"There's dinner too!"

Su Yurou followed behind her, her voice chasing after her relentlessly.

"I've told you so many times to use less salt! You're making it so salty it's unbearable! If you're getting old and your sense of taste isn't working, you shouldn't be cooking!"

Aunt Liu's back stiffened at the kitchen doorway.

She slowly turned around, and something shattered in her wrinkled eyes.

Her face was calm, but her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Then I won't cook tonight. What would you like to eat? I'll go out..."

"You're not going to cook? Am I supposed to feed you for free?"

Su Yurou's voice grew louder and louder, but her eyes reddened.

It's as if they're using this anger to vent deeper emotions.

"You think I'm criticizing you? If you're so capable, then quit and go back to your rural hometown!"

"Su Yurou!"

The sound came from the stairwell.

Fu Xiao stood there, still in his military uniform, his face ashen.

He strode over and blocked Aunt Liu behind him, saying, "What's wrong with you?"

"Am I going crazy?"

Su Yurou seemed to be ignited by those two words, and she jumped up.

Her finger almost poked Fu Xiao's face. "I suffer outside every day, and when I come home I can't even say a word? Is there no place for me in this family anymore? Huh?"

Her voice was shrill and piercing, completely devoid of its usual gentleness.

Hearing the commotion, Fu Songchuan and Fu Youchuan rushed downstairs.

What I saw was Su Yurou, like a mother beast driven to the brink of despair, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.

"mom!"

Fu Songchuan went to pull her away.

"Speak your mind properly. How many years has Aunt Liu been living in our house?"

"Don't touch me!"

Su Yurou shook off her son's hand, turned around and lunged at Fu Xiao.

"You wanted to stand up for her, didn't you? Come on! Hit me! Nobody in this family cares about me anymore anyway, hit me! Hit me as hard as you want! Just kill me!"

As she spoke, she actually leaned her face in, looking like she was ready to risk everything.

Fu Youchuan hugged her from the other side, his voice panicked: "Mom, calm down!"

"Calm down? How can I calm down?"

Su Yurou cried out, her face covered in tears and snot.

"What's the point of my life? My biological parents don't acknowledge me, my adopted daughter is in jail, my job is going badly, and I have to put up with other people's attitudes when I get home... I might as well just die!"

Fu Xiao looked at her hysterical state.

The anger in his chest slowly subsided.

It turned into a heavy, sorrowful sense of exhaustion.

He didn't dodge, nor did he move; he just stood there.

He let Su Yurou's fist land on his chest.

Su Yurou is just a woman, how much strength could she possibly have?

It's more like pounding on a wall that won't respond.

When Su Yurou was tired from crying and couldn't hit her anymore,

Fu Xiaocai spoke, his voice deep: "Yu Rou, tell me, what exactly happened?"

Su Yurou's crying stopped abruptly.

She raised her tear-filled face, her lips trembling, but she wouldn't say a word.

"mom,"

Fu Songchuan handed over a handkerchief. "Please wipe your face first. We can talk about it slowly."

Su Yurou didn't take the handkerchief. She pushed her son away and ran upstairs.

The footsteps were heavy and disordered, and then the bedroom door slammed shut.

The living room was completely silent.

Fu Youchuan looked at the mess on the ground, the bag lying on the floor, and the scattered items.

Aunt Liu had already silently squatted down and started tidying up.

He murmured, "How did Mom become like this..."

The Su Yurou of the past was gentle, elegant, and spoke softly.

Even when she lost her temper, she was always restrained, but now...

Fu Songchuan gave a bitter laugh, his voice low: "Perhaps this is the real her, or rather... this family was only superficially peaceful before."

Fu Xiao didn't respond.

He walked over to Aunt Liu and squatted down as well.

Help her pick up her scattered belongings: "Aunt Liu, I'm sorry, Yu Rou... she's been in a bad mood lately, please don't take it to heart."

Aunt Liu shook her head, her movements continuing: "It's nothing. I've been in this house for over ten years. I know what kind of person Yu Rou is. She must have run into some trouble today."

Don't confront her directly. Talk to her nicely and try to calm her down. What could be so difficult about that?

She paused, then said, "Fu Xiao, don't worry about me. I'm someone you brought from your hometown. You and Yu Rou have treated me well all these years."

I have food, lodging, and a salary here. I truly consider this place my home. This... is nothing.

These words, though simple, made Fu Xiao feel even worse.

Back when Fu Chaochao was around, she often caused Aunt Liu a lot of trouble behind her back.

He deliberately knocked over the soup bowl and claimed that Aunt Liu hadn't put it down properly, then stole the money and framed Aunt Liu...

At that time, both he and Su Yurou were kept in the dark by that child, and they actually mentioned Aunt Liu a few times.

Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was.

"Aunt Liu,"

Fu Xiao said seriously, "From now on, you will be the elder in this family. If Yu Rou acts up again, just tell me."

Aunt Liu smiled but didn't respond.

He simply said, "The food is keeping warm in the pot. You guys eat. I'll go rest after I'm done cleaning up."

"Don't bother tidying up, you should get some rest."

Fu Xiao stood up. "Songchuan, Youchuan, eat your own food and wash your own dishes. Don't bother Aunt Liu."

The two sons nodded.

Fu Xiao turned around and went to the kitchen, served the food, poured a glass of warm water, and carried it upstairs.

The bedroom door was unlocked.

He pushed open the door and went in. Su Yurou was sitting on the edge of the bed.

With his back to the door, his shoulders were still trembling slightly.

Fu Xiao placed the tray on the bedside table and sat down beside her.

He didn't say anything, but just gently patted her back.

This action was too gentle, completely different from the reprimand and questioning that Su Yurou had expected.

Her body stiffened, and then an even greater torrent of tears welled up.

"Fu Xiao..."

She turned around and threw herself into her husband's arms.

She was sobbing uncontrollably, "I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to."

"Let's eat first."

Fu Xiao handed her the chopsticks, "Eat your fill first, then we'll talk."

Su Yurou shook her head, tears falling into her bowl: "I can't eat..."

"You have to eat, even if you can't."

Fu Xiao's voice was steady, carrying a strength unique to soldiers: "Nothing is more important than your health, no matter how big the problem is."