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

"Shocking?"

Zhou Yun shook her head, her expression somber. "Son, I am your mother, and I am also a woman. I lived through that era and have seen too many women suffer their entire lives in marriage."

She endured until she lost herself, until all that remained was the identity of "so-and-so's wife" or "so-and-so's mother."

The fact that Fu Hua can think this way shows that she is clear-headed and values ​​herself, which is a good thing.

She paused, her voice softening, "But son, I also have to tell you, marriage can be a cage, or it can be a haven."

It depends on how the people inside manage. If you really like her,

Give her a safe haven she wants to be in, not a place she feels is a cage.

Xie Ci looked at his mother, and the fog in his heart seemed to have been blown away by her words.

"I see."

He said.

Zhou Yun glanced back at him and smiled, "Good that you understand. Oh dear, it's already past nine o'clock. I have to go. Today is your wife's first time visiting, so we have to treat her well."

Xie Ci laughed too: "Mom, she's not my daughter-in-law yet."

"Sooner or later."

Zhou Yun spoke with certainty.

…………

Fu Hua stood in front of the dressing mirror, carefully adjusting the hem of her skirt.

This white lace maxi dress was bought last week at the Friendship Store; it's made of imported fabric.

The design is simple yet exquisitely tailored, with a thin silver belt cinching the waist, making it appear incredibly slender.

She rarely dresses like this; most of the time she wears shirts and trousers.

She went out with plain clothes and a ponytail.

But today is different.

Today I'm going to Xie Ci's house for dinner; it will be the first time I formally meet his parents.

She adjusted her braided hair in front of the mirror, revealing her slender neck.

The person in the mirror had delicate features and bright eyes.

Because she dressed up a little, she looked more gentle and graceful than usual.

Fu Hua looked at herself in the mirror and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She didn't care about other people's opinions; having lived for so many years, she had long understood a principle.

Other people's opinions are just their own perspectives; they have nothing to do with her.

It is the least important thing.

However, she was concerned about the thank-you remarks.

Thinking of that kiss last night, thinking of Xie Ci's restrained departure,

Fu Hua's heart softened again.

This person's desires are clearly written all over their eyes.

Yet, they were able to restrain themselves at crucial moments and forcefully stop.

He said he would wait until she was willing.

He said, after getting married.

Such respect and restraint are rare in men of this age.

So today, she's willing to dress up for him, to make him happy, and to "make him look good."

Even if, in her opinion, it was actually unnecessary.

Liking something can really change a lot about a person.

After getting ready, Fu Hua picked up a small handbag.

It's a new one, off-white, and it goes perfectly with this dress.

She glanced at the time; Xie Ci had said he would pick her up at ten o'clock, and there were still ten minutes left.

She went downstairs ahead of time to wait.

The early summer sun wasn't too strong yet, and it felt warm and cozy on my skin.

Most residents in the neighborhood are at work, so it's very quiet.

Only the distant radio of the gatekeeper emanated the melodious sounds of Peking Opera.

She had just stood still when she saw Xie Ci's car.

A military green jeep drove up from a distance and stopped next to Fu Hua.

He thanked them and got out of the car.

He wasn't wearing his military jacket today, just a simple black short-sleeved shirt and military trousers.

The belt cinched his slender waist, making him look tall and sharp.

Sunlight fell on him, and a smile appeared on his usually serious face.

His eyes stared straight at her, then lit up noticeably.

His abstinence combined with a fatherly, roguish charm perfectly captured her heart.

Fu Hua's heart skipped a beat.

Xie Ci strode over and stopped in front of her.

He looked her up and down, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly.

"Fu, you look beautiful today."

His voice was lower than usual, and his eyes were burning.

Fu Hua smiled: "You look good too, you look great in black."

This was the first time Fu Hua had ever praised him!

Xie Ci's ears turned slightly red, but he maintained his composure.

He opened the passenger door and politely gestured for the passenger to enter.

Fu Hua got into the car, Xie Ci closed the door, and helped her fasten her seatbelt.

The car started and drove out of the apartment building.

Have you had breakfast?

He thanked her while driving and asked her a question.

"not yet."

Xie Ci took out an oil paper package from the side.

He handed it to her: "I bought this on the way here, a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger). This place is newly opened, it's especially delicious, you should try it."

Fu Hua took it; the oil paper package was still warm.

She opened it, and a fragrant aroma filled the air.

The crispy baked buns are filled with tender braised pork belly, a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat, and topped with chopped green peppers to cut through the richness.

This is what I crave most in the morning.

She took a bite, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "Delicious."

Seeing her enjoying her meal, Xie Ci couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm glad you like it."

Fu Hua ate slowly, then suddenly remembered something: "Shall we go straight to your house?"

"No,"

Xie Ci said, "Let me take you somewhere first."

"where?"

You'll know when you get there.

The car didn't head towards the military compound, but instead headed towards Xicheng.

As Fu Hua looked at the increasingly familiar street scene outside the window, she had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a newly built residential area.

This is the "Yuetan Community," which was just handed over to residents last year.

It was among the first batch of commercial residential buildings in Beijing.

The environment is good, and most of the residents are intellectuals and cadres.

After thanking her, he parked the car and led Fu Hua into the residential area.

The landscaping inside is very well done, and several six-story red brick buildings are neatly arranged.

The buildings are spaced far apart, and there are flower beds and stone benches downstairs, as well as fitness facilities for tourists.

"here……"

Fu Hua looked around.

"The house was only built last year."

He said he would lead her into Building 3, up to the fourth floor, and then take out his key to open the door to the east-facing apartment.

"I should have shown it to you a long time ago, but I just hadn't found the right opportunity."

The door opened.

It's a three-bedroom, one-living room apartment, quite spacious, about 90 square meters.

The layout is square and the lighting is excellent.

The living room was empty, with only a few simple pieces of furniture.

A wooden sofa, a coffee table, and a bookcase.

The house was very clean, with bright windows and spotless furniture.

The most unique feature is the balcony.

The place was filled with flowerpots, planted with several varieties of jasmine and osmanthus.

This is her favorite flower.

It was early summer, and the jasmine was in full bloom, its tiny white flowers dotting the sky, their fragrance drifting into the room through the gauze curtains.

"I'm not very good at growing these flowers; they don't smell as good as the ones in your house."

"Yours is very good too."

Her flowers were all watered with the sacred spring water, so of course they were different.

Fu Hua stood in the center of the living room, looking around.

"This house is..."

Xie Ci stood behind her, his voice calm.

"I bought this house with the allowances and bonuses I've saved up over the years. I didn't rely on my family or use any quotas allocated by the military. It's my own house, completely my own."

He walked up to Fu Hua and looked at her: "Yesterday you said that marriage is unfair to women, that it's just a piece of paper exchanging for a cage. I thought about it all night."

Fu Hua looked up at him.