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

In the office, the fan hummed as Fu Hua bent over, debugging the core data of the encryption algorithm.

The cicadas chirped incessantly outside the window, and she was completely absorbed in it.

It was as if everything in the world had ceased to exist.

"Fu Hua".

A gentle call rang out.

Fu Hua looked up and saw Xu Jing standing to the side holding a thick stack of reports.

Her eyes were slightly dark and bluish-black, and her hair was neatly tied back, exactly as Fu Hua had requested.

A few stray hairs at the temples looked a little out of place, like a deliberate attempt to appear tired.

"This is this week's data statistics and material verification report."

Xu Jing placed the report in the most conspicuous position on the table, with the edges of the paper aligned. "It took me three nights to finish compiling this."

As she spoke, she rubbed her temples, her voice a little hoarse: "The quantity is too large, I checked it twice... I'm afraid there might be some oversights. You're the team leader, it's best to double-check it, just in case there's a mistake somewhere, it would be bad to delay the project's progress."

Fu Hua's gaze lingered on the report for two seconds.

In the bottom right corner of the top page, there is an asterisk drawn in red pen.

This is Xu Jing's habit; it indicates that she is paying special attention.

However, the position of that asterisk happens to cover half of the stroke of the last digit of the batch number.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Fu Hua spoke, her voice calm.

"Just put it here, I'll look at it when I have time."

She reached for the report, her fingertips barely touching the pages.

Xu Jing suddenly pressed down on the edge of the report again, the movement very gentle.

"Fu Hua,"

Xu Jing leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice, "I feel that the batch number on the third page is not written very clearly. When you check it... please pay more attention."

As she said this, her eyes were fixed on Fu Hua.

There was a complex expectation in her eyes, as if she was waiting for Fu Hua to flip through the pages on the spot, or as if she was afraid that Fu Hua would actually check them page by page.

Fu Hua raised her eyes and met her gaze.

Two seconds of silence.

"understood."

Fu Hua withdrew her hand and looked back at the computer screen. "Go ahead and get back to work."

Xu Jing released her grip on the report, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the paper.

She straightened up and smiled, "Well... I'll go take care of the equipment calibration now. Fu Hua, don't overwork yourself."

She turned and left, her long legs encased in military trousers.

His steps have a well-trained, crisp quality.

As Xu Jing reached the door, she turned back and glanced at it.

Fu Hua has already returned to work, and the stack of reports has been casually placed on the corner of the table, under a few journals.

Xu Jing smiled slightly and gently closed the door.

The office returned to silence.

After Fu Hua finished organizing the last batch of data and put it in the drawer, she reached for the stack of reports.

Instead of turning directly to the third page, she started from the first page and reviewed it line by line, page by page.

She has always been rigorous in her approach to scientific research.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, illuminating the pages.

The black pen handwriting is neat and clear, and the table is drawn with straight lines, showing that a lot of thought was put into it.

Fu Hua read very slowly.

Her gaze lingered on each number, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the table.

She stopped on the third page.

Batch number column: B-2073.

Fu Hua pulled a blue ballpoint pen from the pen holder.

I lightly drew a circle around the number "7".

Then she opened her project logbook.

Here is a copy of the official list issued by the Materials Department last week.

B-2037.

The last two digits, 3 and 7, can indeed be easily confused when one is in a hurry.

Fu Hua stared at the numbers for a few seconds, then in the blank space beside them,

He wrote with a ballpoint pen: "Reviewed, batch number should be B-2037, Fu Hua, July 12th."

She didn't call Xu Jing over immediately, but continued flipping through the pages.

Page 5, Material Quantity Statistics Table

The total in one column is missing a trailing zero.

On page 8, in the timeline table, one date has the month written incorrectly...

There are seven errors in total.

None of this data is critical and will not cause any experimental accidents.

However, this is enough to create chaos and delays in subsequent processes.

Fu Hua corrected every mistake with a blue pen and signed her name and the date next to it.

She closed the report and took out a black-covered notebook from the drawer.

After taking notes, she closed the notebook and locked it in the drawer.

Then pick up the internal phone.

"Comrade Xu, come to my office for a moment."

Five minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

Xu Jing pushed the door open and came in.

She touched up her makeup, covering the dark circles under her eyes with foundation, and her hair was restyled, with stray hairs neatly tucked behind her ears.

The military-style shirt collar was crisp and neat, making him look energetic and capable.

"Mr. Fu, you were looking for me?"

She stood in front of the desk, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her posture elegant and dignified.

Fu Hua did not speak immediately.

She picked up the stack of reports on the table, turned to the third page, and

He tapped the "7" circled in blue with his fingertip.

"This batch number,"

Fu Hua looked up at Xu Jing and said, "You wrote B-2073."

Xu Jing's gaze fell on that number, and her pupils contracted slightly.

She looked puzzled, leaned forward slightly to examine him closely, and asked, "Is...is there a problem?"

"On the official list from the Materials Department,"

Fu Hua pulled out another document from beside her, opened it, and her fingertips landed on the same line: "It's B-2037."

There was a two-second silence in the office.

The cicadas outside the window suddenly started chirping loudly, then gradually faded away.

Xu Jing straightened up, a perfectly timed look of realization and annoyance on her face: "Oh dear! Look at my carelessness, the 3 and 7 were written so sloppily, they do look a bit like..."

As she spoke, she reached for the report, "I'll revise it right away!"

Fu Hua pressed down on the report.

Her fingers were long and slender, white, and her strength was not great, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Xu Jing's hand froze in mid-air.

"Not just here."

Fu Hua's voice was calm, which made Xu Jing very uncomfortable.

Each word seemed like a meticulously crafted ice sculpture.

"Page 5, material quantity statistics, the total is missing a zero; Page 8, timeline, July is written as June; Page 11..."

She turned the pages one by one, pausing at each page.

They were all neatly corrected with blue pen, and each was signed with a name and date next to it.

As Fu Hua turned the page, Xu Jing's expression gradually changed.

There are seven in total, and each one precisely points out the loopholes she deliberately left behind.

"Comrade Xu,"

Fu Hua closed the report, leaned back slightly against the chair back.

"These mistakes are very basic."

She paused, as if carefully choosing her words: "This shouldn't be a mistake you would make."

The air condensed.

Xu Jing's fingers curled slightly, her nails digging into her palms.

Those eyes are really annoying.

Clear as a mirror, it can reflect all the dark corners of people's hearts.

"Pay the work."

Xu Jing spoke, her voice tense, "I...I admit, I was a bit careless these past few days rushing to meet the deadline. I thought these basic tasks..."

"You think we don't need to take it too seriously?"

Fu Hua interrupted her, her tone noticeably cold.

"Comrade Xu Jing, we are working on a national defense communications project. Every piece of data, every number..."

These could all affect the stability of the equipment, the security of the system, and even...

She paused, then said, word by word, "It even concerns the safety of frontline personnel."