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

The old woman swayed suddenly and fell straight forward.

"grandmother!"

The girl's voice was soft and filled with panic.

She loosened her grip, frozen in place, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her dress.

He didn't even look at the person on the ground, nor did he try to help them up.

Instead, he stared blankly at the tree trunk beside him, his lips moving rapidly: "3.14159265358979323846..."

She was reciting the numbers after pi.

Fu Hua frowned and immediately stepped forward.

She crouched down, quickly reached her fingertips toward the old man's neck, and then opened his eyelids to take a look.

"Stop reading it."

Fu Hua patted the girl's arm, interrupting her mechanical recitation.

The girl stopped abruptly, turning her head with a blank stare.

Fu Hua got up and tried to pick up the old man.

It felt light and airy, like holding a rag doll.

"Come on, let's go to the hospital. You come with me."

The little girl nodded blankly.

The hospital's emergency room corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Fu Hua stood to one side, while the girl squatted in the corner, her back to everyone.

His shoulders hunched, and his fingers unconsciously traced something on the ground.

Fu Hua walked over and patiently asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

The little girl didn't answer, but kept muttering to herself.

Fu Hua listened intently, and it turned out to be calculus from her university studies.

"How old are you this year? Who else lives in your family? Do you know where your parents work?"

There was still no response; the little girl's lips were pressed into a straight line.

Where do you live?

The little girl seemed not to hear, her fingertips still moving gently, absorbed in the world of mathematics.

Fu Hua paused for a moment, softened her tone, and spoke softly:

"Let's play a game, shall we? How about we solve some math problems? What's 37 plus 56?"

The girl didn't raise her head, her voice so soft it seemed to float in the air: "93."

It reacts to numbers!

"6 times 9".

"54".

Fu Hua continued: "7 times 56?"

"392".

The speed was very fast, not a normal child's reaction.

"Here's another one: 7338 multiplied by 52, plus 967 divided by 50, what is the result?"

Fu Hua's blood was boiling, eagerly awaiting the right answer.

"7650.86".

The answer is correct.

Fu Hua suppressed her excitement, remained silent for a few seconds, and then changed her approach:

"Let's talk about something else. What is the derivative of the function f(x) = x² at x = 3?"

The girl paused, then spoke softly and clearly: "6."

What is the integral of e^x?

"e^x + C".

What is the result of ∫2x dx from 0 to 5?

A fleeting moment passed through the air: "25."

Find the limit: lim(x→0) sinx / x.

"1".

"The derivative of the composite function y=(x²+1)³".

The girl spoke at the same pace: "6x(x²+1)²".

"Indefinite integral ∫1/x dx".

"ln|x| + C".

Fu Hua suppressed her excitement and threw out an even more difficult one:

"Given the second derivative y = x³ + 2x², find y''."

"6x+4".

Finally, she asked a typical advanced mathematics question:

What is the result of ∫e^(-x) dx from 0 to +∞?

The girl finally lifted her eyelashes very slightly, without looking into Fu Hua's eyes.

The voice was calm, sounding like a normal person's.

"1".

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head again.

Fingertips continue to write invisible calculus formulas in the air.

The door opened, and the doctor came out.

Fu Hua stopped asking questions and quickly walked over to inquire, "Comrade, how is the situation?"

The doctor took off his mask and shook his head: "Brain hemorrhage, we did our best."

Fu Hua's heart stirred slightly as she glanced at the little girl huddled in the corner.

"Are you a family member?"

"The doctor asked."

Fu Hua shook her head and explained what had just happened.

The doctor nodded: "I'll try to contact the community staff. Please let them know you'll wait a moment before you leave."

"Okay, no problem."

Fu Hua glanced at the time: "I need to use the phone."

"Sure, there are public phones over there."

Fu Hua called Professor Yan to explain the situation.

Community workers and women's federation staff arrived quickly.

Talk to the doctor in a low voice to verify the situation.

After saying that, they found Fu Hua.

Upon learning of the grandmother's passing, the elderly director of the Women's Federation was deeply moved.

"It is only when people die that they are truly liberated; it is the living who suffer."

Fu Hua glanced at the little girl beside her and asked, "What's her name?"

"This child's name is Lin Mo."

The woman from the Women's Federation sighed, "His parents passed away a long time ago, leaving only his grandmother to raise him. He has autism and is in poor health, often getting sick. His grandmother raised him by collecting recyclables, but now she's gone too... This child is so pitiful, sigh."

"Doesn't he have any other relatives?"

Fu Hua frowned.

A community member chimed in: "There are no other relatives. We've checked and asked the neighbors. This child... has mental problems and might go crazy."

He pointed to his head and lowered his voice.

"She doesn't talk to people much, she just mutters random numbers and equations to herself. Her grandma, however, says she has an exceptional memory."

The numbers I've seen seem to be imprinted in my mind, but what's the use? I can't even take care of myself; even if I visit relatives, no one will want to take me in—it's all just trouble.

"The only option left is to send him to an orphanage."

Another staff member said, with a tone of helpless officialdom,

"We'll take care of the formalities, young man. Thank you so much for today."

Fu Hua's gaze passed over them and landed on the small figure in the corner.

Lin Mo remained oblivious to the conversation around him, continuing to trace lines on the ground with his finger.

Her profile was obscured by shadows, making her expression impossible to discern.

"She seems to..."

Fu Hua spoke, her voice flat, "I've been reciting pi all this time."

The woman from the Women's Federation nodded: "Yes, her grandmother mentioned that when the child gets nervous, or... like now, she gets absorbed in those numbers, and we don't know if it's out of fear or because she doesn't understand what's happening at all."

Staff began handling the follow-up matters.

Fu Hua glanced at her watch; the meeting was almost over.

He glanced at the girl huddled in the corner, completely out of place with everything around her, then turned and left the hospital corridor.

The sunlight outside was a bit too bright.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, the image of those empty eyes staring into the void flashing through her mind.

She understood that infinite numbers were reflected there.

Fu Hua pushed open the door to the small conference room of the research station, which was full of people.

She glanced at her watch; despite her haste, she was still late.

Professor Yan sat at the head of the long conference table.

On either side are project team members, including Xu Jing, Engineer Wang, and several other researchers.

All eyes turned to her.

There was a subtle stillness in the air.

"Sorry I'm late."

Fu Hua spoke calmly as she walked to the empty seat left for Professor Yan on his left.

Xu Jing picked up her teacup, blew on it gently, and didn't look up.

His voice, neither too loud nor too soft, drifted out: "Mr. Fu, you've finally arrived. You're the pillar of this project, the core of the core. You're the most important person. It's only right that we, the assistants, wait for you. Who dares to have any objections?"