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

"Thank you, Auntie, I can do it myself."

Fu Hua gave Zhang Wen a look, signaling her to eat first.

We'll talk about other things later.

Leilei was completely unaware of the tense atmosphere at home.

Wearing the new white sneakers Fu Hua had given him, he refused to eat properly.

She bounced around in front of her parents, her shoes clicking loudly on the floor.

Holding up her toes to show Fu Hua, she said, "Hua Hua, look how pretty these shoes are! They're the perfect size, and they're so light to run in. I love them!"

As she spoke, she leaned close to Fu Hua, tilted her little face up, and planted a soft, babyish kiss on her cheek, filling her face with her sweet scent.

"Thank you, sister."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but laugh at their son's antics, and their worries eased somewhat.

Mr. Zhang reached out and tapped Leilei on the head, feigning seriousness: "You brat, how old are you? Still kissing your sister like that, no manners at all!"

Leilei covered his head and hid behind Zhang's mother, sticking out his tongue.

Fu Hua smiled and ruffled Lei Lei's hair.

She wiped the rice grains off the corner of his mouth with her fingertips: "It's okay, Uncle Zhang, Leilei is cute, I don't mind."

Throughout the meal, Zhang's mother kept getting distracted.

She only managed a couple of bites of rice before stopping, and it was only after her father secretly nudged her arm that she reluctantly ate a little more.

After the meal, Fu Hua helped clear the dishes.

Just as she picked up the bowl and was about to head to the kitchen, Zhang's mother pushed her hand away: "Oh, Huahua, how can I let you do any work? You sit down and rest for a while, talk to Wenwen, I can do all this."

Without saying another word, he took the bowl and chopsticks, turned around, and went into the kitchen.

The rushing water could not mask the occasional sighs.

Zhang Wen stood to the side, watching her mother's back, and her nose tingled with a slight ache.

Fu Hua originally wanted to talk to Aunt Zhang.

Leilei had already taken her hand and led her back into the house to listen to him play the new tune he had learned.

The child sat on a small stool, puffing out his cheeks and blowing very earnestly.

It's a simple song, "Singing for the Motherland".

A few notes are still not quite right; Fu Hua will be the witness.

The little guy immediately corrected himself, sitting upright on the little stool, looking quite dignified.

That innocent earnestness is so endearing.

Fu Hua listened quietly, and after Lei Lei finished playing, she clapped earnestly: "Not bad, you've improved a lot."

Leilei's eyes sparkled: "Really? Sister, the teacher said I can go on stage for the next talent show!"

"real."

Fu Hua patted his head, "I'll come see your performance then."

Zhang Wen watched from the side, her eyes softening.

When Leilei went to practice again, she whispered to Fu Hua, "My dad mentioned selling clothes before... actually, he considered quitting his job last year to go into wholesale."

I heard that a relative of one of my dad's colleagues is making a lot of money trading clothes in the south. My dad is envious and has discussed it with my mom several times, but my mom thinks a stable job is safe and hasn't agreed.

Fu Hua nodded, about to ask for more details,

Zhang's mother came out of the kitchen, carrying a slice of watermelon: "What were you chatting about? Come on, have some watermelon, it's freshly bought and very sweet."

"Old Zhang, come out and have some watermelon."

Zhang's mother called out into the house.

"They're here."

Everyone sat around under the grape trellis in the yard eating watermelon.

Leilei's face was covered in juice from eating, and Zhang's mother smiled as she wiped his face.

Sunlight filters through the grape leaves, casting dappled shadows.

Everything was so peaceful and warm.

If we ignore the anxiety in Zhang's father's eyes and the occasional absent-minded expression on Zhang's mother's face.

Leilei jumped up and spun around in place: "The gift from Sister Huahua is so beautiful."

White Warrior sneakers with two red stripes on the upper are the most popular style right now.

The little guy cherishes it very much, and walks very carefully.

"nice."

Zhang's mother smiled, but a tear flashed across her eye.

After eating the watermelon, Leilei was called away by his friends to play.

Only the adults remained in the courtyard.

As Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were about to leave, Fu Hua called out to them, "Uncle Zhang, Auntie, please wait a moment before you go on your business. I have something to say."

"Huahua, what's wrong?"

Zhang's mother turned around, her eyes filled with confusion.

Mr. Zhang asked, "Do you need any documents? Just tell me, and I'll try my best to find them for you."

"Neither."

Fu Hua took the schoolbag and took out a brown paper envelope from it.

It was placed on the stone table and pushed in front of Zhang's father.

"Uncle, Aunt, here is 20,000 yuan. Please take it to pay off your debts."

The air freezes.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang stared at the bulging envelope.

His face showed confusion, shock, bewilderment, and then instinctive resistance.

Where did this kid get so much money?

"This...this won't do!"

Mr. Zhang was the first to react, pushing the envelope back.

"Huahua, where did you get so much money? This is no small sum!"

Zhang's mother also said anxiously, "Yes, Huahua! We appreciate your kindness, but we can't accept this money. You're still a child, so much money..."

"The money is innocent."

Fu Hua said calmly, "Auntie, don't worry, I earned all this money through my own abilities. It came from military projects, research station stipends, and other sources... Every penny was clean."

"That won't do either!"

Mr. Zhang shook his head firmly, "Twenty thousand yuan! When will we be able to pay it back? What if... what if we can't pay it back? Wouldn't that be a burden on you?"

Fu Hua looked at them with clear and firm eyes: "Uncle, Aunt, please let me finish. This 20,000 yuan is not a free gift, nor is it a loan. It's my investment."

"Investment?"

Mr. Zhang was stunned: "What does this mean?"

"Yes, it's about becoming an investor."

Fu Hua then took out a handwritten plan from her bag and spread it out on the stone table.

"I heard that my uncle wanted to start a clothing business before, but he didn't succeed for various reasons. Now, the opportunity has come."

She pointed to the first page of the plan: "This is my preliminary plan. Uncle, you have experience working in the Cultural Bureau, you understand policies, you have connections, and you also know tailoring and fabrics. Wenwen and Leilei are both in school, and the family needs a stable source of income."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang exchanged a glance, their eyes showing hesitation, but more than anything, confusion.

Fu Hua continued, "These twenty thousand, plus another ten thousand..."

She took out another envelope. "It's 30,000 yuan in total. Consider it my investment. If we make money in the future, you can give me a share of the profits. Let's work together to create our own clothing brand."

"Thirty thousand?!"

Zhang's mother gasped, "Huahua, where...where did you get so much money?"

"I have my own way of doing things."

Fu Hua didn't elaborate, but instead said, "Uncle, Aunt, are you willing? Uncle will quit his job and go into business to focus on this. Aunt can help out part-time first, and then we can consider going full-time once the business is on track."

Mr. Zhang stared at the plan, his hands trembling slightly.

The document outlines detailed steps: sourcing channels and methods from the south, store location selection in Beijing, target customer groups, and even preliminary marketing plans... It is well-organized and highly feasible.

Is this a project plan that a little girl could create?

"Honey, what do you think?"

Zhang's mother remained silent for a long time, so long that Zhang's father thought she would object again.

She suddenly spoke up: "Old Zhang, I think... we can give it a try."

Mr. Zhang looked at her in surprise.

He had actually gotten tired of working at the Cultural Bureau a long time ago.

Earning a fixed salary of a few dozen yuan a month, and looking at colleagues who used to be worse off than me...

He felt uneasy after building a new house and buying a TV after leaving the business world.

But every time I bring it up with my wife, she shuts me down with "iron rice bowl insurance".

Unexpectedly, it was his wife who was the first to relent.