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

Through the crack in the door, Fu Hua saw Zhang Wen standing inside, her eyes red.

Her voice sounded firm yet anxious: "I heard everything. With something like this happening at home, how can I concentrate on my studies? My grades are just so-so anyway, and getting into university will be a struggle. I might as well start working sooner..."

"Shut up!"

Zhang's mother grabbed her daughter, her voice trembling, "This is an adult matter, none of your business. You've finally started to improve your grades, and you're about to be a senior in high school. If you drop out now, how are your father and I supposed to live?"

Mr. Zhang also said anxiously, "Wenwen, listen to Dad. Don't worry about this. Even if I have to quit my job and start a business, I'll pay off this debt!"

"Start a business? With what?"

Zhang's mother burst into tears, "All our savings have been invested, and now we can't even cover our monthly expenses, let alone run a business..."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Only Zhang's mother's suppressed sobs and Zhang's father's heavy breathing could be heard.

Fu Hua stood outside the door, her fingers turning white from the tightness of the gift bag in her hand.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then gently pushed the door open.

"Uncle Zhang, Auntie, Wenwen."

The three people in the room looked up at the same time and saw Fu Hua. A look of panic flashed across their faces.

"Huahua? You...when did you get here?"

Zhang's mother quickly wiped away her tears, forcing a smile, "Look at me...please sit down, please sit down!"

Mr. Zhang also mustered his spirits: "Huahua's here? Perfect! Have your aunt go buy some meat; we'll stew some meat today!"

They tried to act as if nothing was wrong.

But his bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair...

The lingering gloom in the room betrayed their true situation.

Fu Hua placed the gift on the table, her voice calm: "I... heard everything just now."

Zhang's mother's smile froze on her face, then slowly crumbled.

She slumped into a chair, covering her face. "This kind of embarrassing thing... sigh, never mind. Huahua, you finally came all this way, what would you like to eat? Auntie will make it."

"Yes, yes!"

Mr. Zhang also realized what was happening, "Have your aunt buy some meat, and make some soup. Huahua loves soup. We also have some osmanthus sauce at home, so let's make something sweet..."

Zhang's mother nodded repeatedly and got up to leave.

She was eager to escape this awkward situation.

Mr. Zhang also stood up: "You two chat, I'll go help."

"Um."

Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and said gently, "Wenwen, shall we go back inside and talk for a while?"

Zhang Wen paused for a moment, her expression somewhat blank, before finally nodding: "Huahua, are you thirsty? I'll go boil some water."

Fu Hua shook her head.

Only Fu Hua and Zhang Wen were in the room.

Zhang Wen sat on the bed, head down, fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, tears falling to the floor one by one.

Since I met Zhang Wen, she has always been loud and boisterous; she has never acted like this before.

Fu Hua walked over and sat down next to her.

He gently put his arm around her shoulder: "Don't cry."

"Huahua..."

Zhang Wen leaned on her shoulder, and the emotions she had suppressed all morning finally broke down.

"What should I do? My dad... he's just too loyal. He softens up when someone says something nice to him... Now look what's happened, we're about to lose our house, what are we going to do?"

Fu Hua listened quietly, waiting until Zhang Wen had finished crying.

He then asked, "How's your studying going lately?"

Zhang Wen sobbed, "It's...it's alright. I improved by twenty places in the last monthly exam."

"Where's Leilei? Why isn't he home?"

"He went to tutoring classes... I didn't dare tell him about what happened at home."

Zhang Wen wiped away her tears. "Huahua, do you think I should really drop out of school? I'll find a job, even if it only earns a few dozen yuan a month, it will help ease the burden on my family..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fu Hua interrupted her, "You're only seventeen, what are you going to do if you don't study?"

"But……"

"No buts."

Fu Hua looked at her earnestly, "Zhang Wen, believe me, there's a way to resolve this."

Zhang Wen stared at her blankly.

Fu Hua continued, "How much exactly is owed to the loan sharks?"

"fifty thousand."

Zhang Wen's voice lowered, "My parents borrowed money from all their relatives before, scraped together 30,000 yuan to pay it back, but those people wouldn't give up, they still owe 20,000 yuan... The debt collectors came again yesterday, saying that if it's not paid back by the end of the month, they will... they will go to my parents' workplace and school to make trouble."

Twenty thousand.

In the 1980s, it was indeed an astronomical figure.

There are only a handful of people in the whole country who have ten thousand yuan.

An ordinary worker earns thirty or forty yuan a month.

Zhang Wen's parents have decent jobs; they only earn about fifty or sixty yuan a month.

Even if you don't eat or drink, it would take decades to save 20,000 yuan.

But dealing with Hua was not a difficult task.

She earned nearly 10,000 yuan repairing communications equipment in the military.

The money I got from selling gold wasn't all used up when I bought the house; I still have tens of thousands left.

She can take out this money anytime.

But the important thing is to help the Zhang family get through this difficult time.

She had heard before that Zhang's father occasionally did some business, but it was always in partnership with others.

They were afraid of being reported for speculation and profiteering.

Actually, if you go into the sea at this time, it's a vast blue ocean.

It's better than staying at your workplace and living a poor life.

Fu Hua hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wenwen, listen to me, I have a way to get these 20,000 yuan."

Zhang Wen suddenly looked up, her eyes wide: "Huahua, what...what did you say?"

"I said, I'll figure out how to handle the money."

Fu Hua spoke calmly, as if she were saying something completely ordinary: "Don't be too sad."

"How can this be allowed!?"

Zhang Wen panicked.

"Twenty thousand yuan! Where are you going to get so much money? Even if you have a project in the military, how long would it take you to save up? No, no, I can't be a burden to you..."

"I'm not a burden."

Fu Hua held her hand. "Zhang Wen, do you remember when I first transferred here? Nobody in the class paid any attention to me, but you took the initiative to talk to me and show me around the school."

Later, after I moved out, my aunt would bring me food every few days, and my uncle would help me find information... These kinds of kindness cannot be measured in money.

She paused, her voice softening slightly: "Your family is in trouble now. What kind of person would I be if I stood idly by and did nothing?"

Zhang Wen's tears welled up again, but this time it was from emotion: "Huahua... but... but this is too much, our family can't afford to pay it back."

"Who said you can't pay it back?"

Fu Hua smiled slightly: "I heard that Uncle used to sell clothes, is that right?"

Zhang Wen nodded.

"He did sell them a few times, and business was pretty good, but after running into acquaintances a few times, Mom stopped letting Dad sell them."

"And your father..."

Fu Hua wanted to ask Zhang Wen about where Uncle Zhang used to sell clothes at his stall.

Just as she was about to speak, Zhang's mother's voice came from inside the courtyard: "Wenwen, Huahua, dinner's ready! Come and eat!"

The two responded and went out. On the kitchen table were stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stewed beef, and stir-fried shrimp...

There was also a bowl of clear soup noodles with two poached eggs.

Zhang's mother moved some meat and vegetables closer to Fu Hua.

"Home-style cooking, Huahua, please don't be picky."

Zhang's mother sat at the table, a forced smile on her face, but her eyes held an unyielding sorrow.

Seeing that Fu Hua didn't move, he urged her to get her chopsticks.

While piling food into her bowl, she said, "Huahua, eat up, eat more meat. You've gotten so thin lately, you must not have been eating properly at school, right?"