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

Zhang Wen also got excited: "Huaning Textile...that sounds so nice! If anyone asks about it later, I can brag about it and keep them in suspense!"

Mother Zhang beamed from ear to ear: "Good, good, good! Now that the name is settled, we can get the name tag made right away. Come on, Huahua, stop talking and eat more!"

Dinner continued in a pleasant atmosphere.

Zhang's father then discussed many more details with Fu Hua.

The style of store decoration, the display method of the first batch of goods,

How to train store staff and what cash flow problems Ha Zhou might encounter in the future.

Fu Hua gave suggestions one by one.

She was very practical, not making empty promises.

Every suggestion is based on realistic considerations.

"If business is good and the capital is recovered quickly, we can consider opening a branch."

Fu Hua continued, "But don't rush. First, make the first store solid. Reputation is more important than scale."

"I see."

Mr. Zhang carefully noted down the words: "Take it one step at a time."

After the meal, Zhang Wen saw Fu Hua out.

The streetlights in the alley were already on, and several children were jumping rope under them, their laughter ringing out.

"Huahua,"

Zhang Wen took her arm and said softly, "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what my family would be like now."

Fu Hua turned her head to look at her: "It's because you all worked hard."

"That's because you gave me the opportunity."

Zhang Wen's eyes were a little red. "Didn't my dad say that this shop is considered a 50% share for you? And if it makes money in the future, you'll get dividends according to your share?"

Fu Hua was about to say that it really didn't need to be so much, but Zhang Wen preemptively said, "Don't refuse anymore. It's all settled. I'll send the contract to you another day so you can take a look."

Looking at her serious expression, Fu Hua finally nodded: "Okay."

Zhang Wen laughed and hugged her tightly: "Really, I don't need to see you off?"

"Need not."

"I know, it's Xie Ci who's here to pick you up, right?"

Zhang Wen grabbed Fu Hua's arm and shook it: "Tell me the truth, are you two really dating?"

"Um."

"I really envy you guys."

Fu Hua gently nudged her: "You'll be going to university in a little over a month. When that happens, you should find yourself a good match."

Zhang Wen: "Of course. Luckily, I got into a university in Beijing, so I can still see you often. Otherwise, I don't know what I would do."

"Alright, let's go back."

"I'll watch you leave; you go first."

Zhang Wen waved her hand and stood on the steps with a smile.

Fu Hua smiled and shook her head, waving goodbye with her back to Zhang Wen.

As I stepped out of the alley, I immediately spotted the familiar military green jeep.

Xie Ci leaned against the car door, holding something in his hand.

Under the dim streetlights, my gaze turned toward her.

She paused for a moment, then walked over with a smile: "Didn't I say I didn't need to pick you up? I can go back by myself."

"It's so late, I'm worried."

Xie Ci straightened up and handed over what he was holding.

It was an ice pop wrapped in oil paper.

Wisps of white steam rose in the summer night air.

"Anyway, I'm not busy lately."

He smiled, his voice sounding especially gentle in the night.

"I passed by an ice cream shop and thought it was hot, so I bought one. It would melt if I didn't eat it soon."

Fu Hua frowned, unconsciously touching her stomach with her other hand: "I ate a lot at Zhang Wen's house just now, chicken soup, fish, braised pork... I'm still full, I can't eat anything cold."

He didn't insist on saying thank you, and withdrew his hand.

It's quite natural to peel off a little bit of the parchment paper from the popsicle.

She took a bite herself and said, "I'll eat this one. I also bought several cream-filled ones. Let's hurry back and put them in the fridge to eat tomorrow."

"refrigerator?"

Fu Hua turned her head to look at him, "I don't have a refrigerator there."

At that time, even a single-door refrigerator would cost several hundred yuan.

That's roughly the annual salary of an average person.

Moreover, money alone isn't enough; you also need coupons—industrial coupons, refrigerator coupons, and so on.

These are all in-demand items, not readily available.

She lives alone and doesn't cook much, so she hadn't thought about buying one.

Xie Ci opened the passenger door and gestured for Fu Hua to get in. After she was seated,

He then helped her fasten her seatbelt and closed the door, his movements swift and efficient.

Once inside the car, he finally turned to look at her.

The light from the streetlights shone brightly in his eyes.

"I managed to get a refrigerator voucher."

He looked cheerful, with a hint of smugness in his eyes as he showed off his treasure.

"This summer is especially hot, so I thought I'd bring you food from now on. If you can't finish it, it won't spoil in the fridge, so I bought it."

He finished his ice cream in a few bites, a slightly expectant smile playing on his lips: "Come on, shall I take you home?"

She's already bought them all, what else can she say?

"Okay, let's go back and take a look."

Downstairs at the apartment building, Xie Ci unloaded a large cardboard box from the trunk.

It was tied tightly with hemp rope and straw mats.

"In the car!"

Xie Ci had a key to her house, so she assumed she had already moved in.

"Yes, I just bought it."

"Is it heavy? Shall I help you carry it?"

As Fu Hua spoke, she rolled up her sleeves.

"It's not heavy, just be careful not to bump into anything."

Xie Ci carried the refrigerator upstairs with ease, and single-handedly carried the box into the house.

This guy is so strong!

He's also quite good at manual labor.

"Where should I put it?"

He smiled and asked, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Fu Hua pointed to the kitchen doorway: "Just there, against the wall, it won't get in the way."

Xie Ci put down the box, squatted down, and began to unpack it.

The hemp rope was untied, the straw mat was lifted,

The silver-gray refrigerator exterior was exposed.

It has two doors, which is considered a high-end luxury style in this day and age.

"Huahua, just watch, it'll be over soon."

"OK."

Fu Hua leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching him busy himself.

The thank-you speech was delivered with practiced efficiency; all packaging was removed, and the device was inspected.

I went downstairs to get the toolbox and arranged the sockets properly.

Fu Hua wasn't allowed to lift a finger the entire time.

The refrigerator emitted a low humming sound, the indicator light lit up, and it began to work.

"alright."

Xie Ci stood up, dusted off his hands,

His face held a childlike sense of satisfaction.

"From now on, we can store popsicles in the summer. Also, if my mom makes soup for you and you can't finish it all at once, you can put it in the soup too."

"Thank you, you're pretty good. I didn't know you knew about circuits."

Fu Hua sincerely praised him; she liked men who arranged everything for her.

Xie Ci raised an eyebrow slightly, casually brushing his fingertips against the corner of his lips.

She looked away, her ear tips turning slightly red. "I just used to take radios apart and figured it out by guessing."

"You think your parents would let you take apart the radio? I didn't realize you were so mischievous."

Xie Ci smiled with his eyes downcast and put the refrigerator away.

"Would you like to come and take a look?"

"OK."

Fu Hua stood beside Xie Ci with great interest.

He opened the refrigerator door; it was empty, and the cooling plate was already frosting over.

A blast of cold air hit their faces.

The sweltering summer night suddenly turned cool.

Fu Hua reached out and touched the inner wall; the icy temperature came from her fingertips.

"Thanks."

She said it very softly.

Xie Ci closed the door and ruffled her hair: "Fu, why are you being so polite with me?"