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

This promise is very valuable.

Fu Xiao looked into Xie Ci's eyes; he was young, and his gaze was unwavering and genuine.

After a long silence, he nodded.

"it is good."

Fu Xiao's eyes lit up with a smile: "With you saying that, I'm relieved."

The topic is about time to end.

Xie Chenjie glanced at the time and prepared to get up and leave.

Fu Xiao suddenly remembered something and frowned slightly: "However... it may take some time for Yu Rou to arrive. You all know her personality; she's stubborn and inflexible. I will try to persuade her."

"No rush."

Xie Chenjie stood up, straightened his collar, and said, "It's not like we're getting married right away. Please take care of Comrade Su. If there's anything I can help with, just let me know."

The three of them walked to the door.

Xie Chenjie suddenly remembered something and turned to Fu Xiao, saying, "By the way, Comrade Fu, I heard you've been looking for masters Ji Xian and Cecquette lately?"

Fu Xiao was taken aback: "Chief Xie, how did you know?"

"I heard it from Political Commissar Li."

Xie Chenjie smiled and said, "Old Ji and my father are friends. If you need, I can help make the connection."

Fu Xiao's eyes lit up.

He's been worried about this for the past few days.

Su Yurou said that Commander Wang was pressing them hard.

He personally visited Ji Xian's temporary residence in Beijing twice, but didn't even go inside.

They refused to see guests, saying they needed to focus on preparing for the performance.

As for Ms. Cecchetti, there's not even a way to contact her.

"this……"

Fu Xiao was somewhat agitated, but quickly suppressed his emotions.

Trying to keep my voice steady, I asked, "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for Chief Xie?"

"It's no trouble at all."

Xie Chenjie waved his hand, "Professor Ji has a strange temper. My father did him a small favor back then, so he should give me face."

As for Professor Cecchetti, she's a foreigner and I don't know her, but I've heard she and Ji Xian have a good relationship and are often together.

"Thank you so much, Chief Xie."

"Don't call me Chief Xie, it's too formal. We're about the same age, you can just call me by my name from now on."

Xie Chenjie paused, then said meaningfully, "Fu Xiao, we're practically family now, so helping each other is only right."

Fu Xiao took a deep breath and solemnly extended his hand: "Thank you, Comrade Xie. Then... I'll leave it to you."

Hold hands.

Xie Chenjie's palms were broad and strong, while Fu Xiao's hands were firm and steady.

"Wait for my news."

Xie Chenjie said.

"it is good."

After seeing the Xie family father and son off, Fu Xiao stood by the office window.

As the car drove out of the office area, its taillights drew red arcs in the twilight.

He stood there for a long time.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, and lights began to come on in the office building one after another.

In the corridor, the sounds of other office doors closing could be heard, and footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Fu Xiao turned around, walked back to his desk, and sat down.

He didn't turn on the light, relying instead on the light from the streetlights shining through the window.

Looking at the family photo on the table.

This was taken last year, shortly after Huahua returned.

In the photo, the family is all smiles.

Now, sigh...

…………

Fu Hua returned to the apartment building, walked to the door, and took out her key to open it.

With a slight twitch of the nostrils, a fragrant aroma of food seemed to waft from the room.

She froze for a moment.

I glanced at the house number; it matched.

Upon entering, the room was brightly lit.

The kitchen lights shone warmly, and a familiar, tall figure stood in front of the stove.

With his back to her, wearing a scarf, holding a spatula,

She gently put down her backpack and tiptoed over.

Xie Ci clearly hadn't heard her come in; he was intently staring at the pot.

His profile was clearly defined under the light, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Fu Hua gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

Her cheek pressed against his broad back.

Beneath the cotton shirt, his muscles were firm and toned.

"Are you cooking for me?"

Her voice was tinged with laughter.

"A stay-at-home dad?"

Xie Ci froze.

The spatula stopped in mid-air, and he slowly turned his head.

Seeing Fu Hua's smiling face, his surprise softened.

Finally, a layer of warm shimmering light appeared.

"Mom made you corn porridge and eggplant fritters."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat before continuing.

"I'm just heating it up; it doesn't count as cooking."

As he spoke, he tried to turn around.

Fu Hua wouldn't let go, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

The two were very close, so close that Fu Hua could smell the faint scent of soap mingled with the smell of cooking oil on him.

It smells especially good.

Fu Hua noticed his stiffness and the visible redness of his ears.

Suddenly, a playful thought popped into my head.

The arms that were initially just embracing each other began to wander.

Her left hand moved up his waist and gently caressed his chest.

Through his shirt, I could feel Xie Ci's firm chest muscles and strong heartbeat.

My heartbeat is gradually quickening.

"Fu, you're too naughty."

His voice was hoarse and low as he thanked her, and his body tensed even more.

He took a deep breath and put down the spatula with his right hand.

With her left hand, she accurately pressed down on the mischievous little hand on her chest.

His hands were large, with thin calluses on his palms from years of training, which wrapped around Fu Hua's hands and were very strong.

"Little goblin,"

His voice lowered, taking on a dangerous magnetism.

"If you keep doing this, I'll eat you up."

As he said this, he turned his head slightly, his lips almost touching Fu Hua's ear.

The warm breath sprayed onto the sensitive earlobe.

Fu Hua's body trembled involuntarily.

She released her grip, but didn't back away, looking up at him.

Her eyes sparkled, like they held starlight: "Can you bear to part with it?"

Those usually calm and clear eyes now held a sly smile.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he finally let go, turned around, and turned off the stove.

"Let's eat first."

His voice regained its usual calmness.

But the suspicious blush behind his ears betrayed him.

Fu Hua smiled, let go of him, and walked to the door to take off her coat and change her shoes.

After she tidied herself up and returned to the living room,

Xie Ci had already served the food.

The small square table was packed full.

A small pot of golden, thick corn porridge,

A plate of crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside fried eggplant fritters, along with two side dishes.

Smashed cucumber and cold seaweed salad.

These are all home-style dishes, and they look very appetizing.

Have you eaten yet?

Fu Hua sat down at the table.

"without,"

Xie Ci handed her a bowl of porridge, saying, "I want to eat with you."

The two sat facing each other.

Fu Hua scooped up a spoonful of porridge; the temperature was just right, and the sweet aroma of corn melted in her mouth.

She squinted her eyes contentedly: "Auntie's cooking is superb."

She specifically told me to make sure you eat a lot.

Xie Ci picked up a frittered eggplant and put it in her bowl, saying, "I told you you're too thin. It'll be better for you to gain some weight and be healthier."

"Where have you lost weight?"

Fu Hua looked down at her chest. "I think it's fine. I have plenty of flesh in the right places."

Xie Ci's cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly looked away.

He doesn't seem to have called me by the wrong name.

She's such a little devil; she can tease him with just a few words.

Fu Hua smiled gently: "Let's eat, let's eat."

The two ate their meal in silence.

Under the light, her eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath her eyes.

The way she ate was unhurried and graceful, exuding a serene beauty.

After a moment of silence, Xie Ci spoke up: "How's the project going...?"

"Um,"

Fu Hua nodded, took a bite of the eggplant fritter; the outer skin was crispy, and the filling was delicious.

"It went smoothly. We resolved a few minor issues and caught up with the schedule."

"That's good."

Xie Ci paused, as if carefully choosing his words, "I... went to see Uncle Fu today."