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

Su Yurou pushed open the door; it was already dusk.

The entryway light was off, and only a dim, gray light shone into the living room through the window.

Aunt Liu had some family matters to attend to and recently took leave to return to her hometown.

Su Yurou felt completely weak; she didn't even have the strength to turn on the light, so she just sat there on the sofa.

He put his bag down beside him, leaned back against the chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

When Fu Youchuan came upstairs, he was startled to see a figure sitting on the sofa.

Only when I got closer could I see that it was his mother. She looked unwell and her eyes were blank.

He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but then swallowed his words back.

I poured a glass of warm water and gently placed it on the coffee table.

"Mom, have some water."

Su Yurou remained motionless.

Fu Youchuan sighed and quietly retreated to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

A little while later, the door lock clicked.

Fu Xiao entered the room, hung up his coat, and saw that the living room was dark, with someone sitting on the sofa and the lights off.

"Youchuan?"

He shouted.

Fu Youchuan peeked out from under the door: "Dad, you're back?"

Fu Xiao nodded: "Is that your mother? What happened to her? Did you upset her again?"

"It wasn't me."

Ever since Fu Chaochao went to jail, everyone in this family has been keeping a low profile.

He sighed and lowered his voice: "Mom has been sitting there ever since she came back, for quite a while now. She hasn't turned on the light or drunk any water. I don't know why she's doing this, and I don't dare to ask."

Fu Xiao frowned, walked over, and sat down next to Su Yurou.

"What's wrong?"

He spoke softly, "Is something bothering you about the theater troupe?"

Su Yurou gave a soft "hmm".

"Commander Wang is looking for you again?"

Su Yurou's eyes flickered as she looked at him, but she didn't say anything; she just nodded slightly.

Fu Xiao sighed and took her hand: "Did I make things difficult for you?"

Su Yurou shook her head.

"If all else fails..."

Fu Xiao said, "Let's quit. You can stay home and rest, or find another job. With your skills, you can go anywhere. Don't worry."

Su Yurou was silent for a moment before speaking.

Her voice was slightly unsteady: "Fu Xiao, do you think... is there still any possibility with Fu Hua? Can she still..."

Can I still acknowledge her as my mother?

Actually, when Fu Hua first came back, she also thought about making it up to the child.

Later, things gradually went off track.

Fu Xiao stared at Su Yurou and instantly understood.

This means they haven't given up yet.

This is a good thing; they are mother and daughter, and blood is thicker than water.

As long as there is a willingness to make amends, there is always room for redemption.

This family finally has a chance to see the sun shine again.

Fu Xiao didn't rush to answer. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If you really want to try again, don't go directly to her."

Su Yurou turned her head to look at him.

"You know Fu Hua, that child."

Fu Xiao's eyes flickered slightly. "She's not one to back down to force. If you go directly to her door, she might not see you. Perhaps..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "She goes to see Grandpa Su every week to visit the old couple. If you could start from there and get them to put in a good word for you, it might work."

Su Yurou's eyes flickered, as if a light had flashed within them.

"Grandpa, Grandma dotes on her, and she respects you both."

Fu Xiao continued, "Their words are more effective than ours. Go over there tomorrow and make some connections, but don't bring this up right away. Just get to know them and see what opportunities arise."

Su Yurou listened and slowly nodded.

Outside the window, it was completely dark.

The next day was Sunday, and the sky was clear and bright.

Su Yurou got up very early and stood in front of the wardrobe for a long time.

I picked out a navy blue coat with a dark pattern and carefully tidied my hair in front of the mirror.

When they came downstairs, Fu Xiao and his two sons were already waiting for them.

"Let's go."

She took a deep breath and said.

Fu Songchuan glanced at her, said nothing, and got up to get his car keys.

The department store was quite crowded.

Su Yurou stood in front of the cosmetics counter on the first floor, but didn't know where to go.

She turned around, then stopped.

Looking at the dazzling array of items in the display case, I felt a little lost.

Fu Songchuan walked over: "Mom, what are you planning to buy?"

Su Yurou hesitated for a moment: "What do your grandparents...like? I haven't really known much about them over the years..."

She paused, not finishing her sentence.

Over the years, she hasn't had much contact with her parents.

Having finally returned to Beijing, she closed herself off and never took the initiative to visit her parents because of Fu Chaochao.

Fu Songchuan looked at Su Yurou, and his heart sank.

My mother's hair had turned a few strands white, and the fine lines around her eyes had deepened.

He recalled how, in the past, every time his mother took Chaochao to the department store, she would spend a long time picking out gifts, her expression cheerful and bright.

Now, when it comes to choosing gifts for my parents, I feel as at a loss as a child.

He seems like an outsider.

"Grandma prefers softer fabrics."

He said, "The last time I went there, she kept saying that she was too old to wear stiff clothes."

My grandfather isn't particular about food or clothing; he just enjoys playing chess and practicing swordsmanship. He's been coughing lately and can't eat snacks, so I'll buy him some tea instead—he likes it, and it'll help him drink more water.

Su Yurou nodded and took notes carefully.

"My uncle also likes tea, green tea is fine, nothing too expensive. He's a very practical person, and he'd feel uncomfortable if it were too expensive. Aunt..."

Fu Songchuan thought for a moment, "My aunt said last time that she wanted a thermal cooker, but she's busy at work and doesn't have time to cook porridge in the morning."

Su Yurou memorized everything and turned to walk towards the counter.

He took two steps, then turned back: "And your cousin, Su...?"

"Su Rong? Her?"

Fu Songchuan paused for a moment, then said, "Buy a silk scarf; girls all like bright and colorful ones."

Su Yurou nodded and went upstairs.

The department store counters were lit with soft lighting.

Su Yurou's fingertips brushed against the two soft silk scarves.

A white polka dot is simple and clean, while a purple checkered pattern is bright and vibrant.

She turned to her two sons beside her and asked, "Which one do you think is more suitable for Su Rong?"

Fu Youchuan glanced at them and said indifferently, "They both look good, Mom, you can choose whichever one you like."

Fu Songchuan remained silent.

Su Yurou picked up the plain-colored one and said to the waiter, "This one will do. Please wrap it up for me."

"Mom, why don't we buy both of them?"

Fu Songchuan spoke softly.

Su Yurou was taken aback: "Why buy two?"

"Another one..."

Fu Songchuan paused, his gaze gentle, "For Huahua, she likes solid colors."

Su Yurou's handkerchief sank slightly as she looked up at her son.

A wave of bittersweet guilt washed over her, and she remained speechless for a long time.

Fu Xiao stood to the side, feeling somewhat uneasy.

It seems that his wife really doesn't care about Fu Hua.

We bought everything we needed, carrying bags and packages.

Fu Songchuan and Fu Youchuan went to the parking lot to get their car.

Su Yurou and Fu Xiao stood at the entrance of the department store waiting.

The sun was shining brightly, and it felt warm and cozy on people.

Su Yurou, however, gripped the bag strap tightly, her fingers tightening and loosening repeatedly.

Fu Xiao noticed her movement and gently patted her shoulder.

"Yu Rou".

Su Yurou looked up at him, something flickering in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Fu Xiao asked.

Su Yurou asked softly, "Do you think Mom and Dad will forgive me?"

Fu Xiao paused for a moment, then said, "Yes."