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

The room fell silent.

Grandpa Su left with Fu Xiao and his two sons.

"Come with me and take a look at the new orchid I planted. Let the mother and daughter have a chat."

The father and his two sons nodded and followed Grandpa Su to the balcony.

Only Su Yurou and Grandma Su remained in the living room.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling in streaks on the floor.

Su Yurou slowly moved to the sofa next to Grandma Su and sat down.

Grandma Su looked at the apples on the coffee table, but not at her.

Su Yurou opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

She looked at her mother's gray hair, which was much more than she remembered.

"mom……"

Her voice choked.

Grandma Su still didn't look at her, but she didn't get up and leave either.

The sunlight slowly moved across the ground.

The mother and daughter sat on the sofa, sunlight streaming in through the window.

A bright line was laid on the floor between the two of them.

Su Yurou remained silent.

Grandma Su didn't bring up the topic.

Silence spread like water, drowning out all other sounds in the living room.

The faint sound of a running tap could be heard from the kitchen.

On the balcony, Fu Xiao and Grandpa Su could be heard talking in hushed tones.

But all of these seem to be separated by a layer, unable to reach this side.

Grandma Su's lips moved slightly.

She turned her head and looked at Su Yurou.

His gaze was direct, without any evasion or extraneous emotion.

They just stared at him, as if he were a stranger.

It's like looking at someone you know so well that you can't be more familiar with them.

"Speak,"

Grandma Su spoke, her voice low, "What exactly is your purpose in coming back this time?"

Su Yurou was stunned for a moment, then looked up and met her mother's eyes.

Gone was the sarcastic tone and deliberate coldness from before.

It exudes a clear, all-seeing tranquility.

"mom……"

Su Yurou's voice was a little hoarse, "It's my fault for being unfilial. I couldn't understand it before, but now I do. I should have come to see you and Dad sooner."

Grandma Su's lips twitched as if she wanted to laugh, but she didn't.

"Need not."

She picked up an apple and wiped it with a handkerchief: "We have hands and feet, we have pensions, we won't go hungry or cold, we don't need your filial piety."

Su Yurou's face paled slightly.

"Mom, I really know I was wrong."

She moved forward, closer to Old Mrs. Su, and said, "I was wrong all these years, I was... stubborn and unrepentant."

"Su Yurou".

Grandma Su interrupted her, her voice still neither loud nor soft.

"I'm asking you, why didn't you come before, but you're here now? This isn't our first day back in Beijing."

Su Yurou opened her mouth: "I... I've really figured it out."

Grandma Su looked at her without saying a word.

That gaze made Su Yurou feel uneasy, as if she were nailed to the spot, unable to move or escape.

She silently lowered her head and picked at her fingernails.

"Is it for Fu Hua?"

"Grandma Su suddenly said."

Su Yurou suddenly looked up.

"You want to make up with her?"

Grandma Su asked again, her tone as calm as if she were asking what she wanted for lunch.

Su Yurou was silent for a few seconds before finally nodding.

"Yes."

Grandma Su withdrew her gaze, paused in wiping the apple, and stared blankly into the distance.

Su Yurou waited a while, then said, "Mom, I really understand now. I was confused before and couldn't tell right from wrong."

Fu Hua... I'm so sorry for what I did to her. I want to make it up to her.

"How did you suddenly come to this realization?"

Grandma Su asked again.

Su Yurou paused for a moment and said, "It's just... I've figured it out. Some things, once you've experienced them, you'll understand."

She didn't mention the theater troupe or the number of spots.

Those words were stuck in my throat, I couldn't say them.

Grandma Su did not ask any further questions.

The sunlight slowly moved, creeping from the floor onto the coffee table, and onto the plate of apples.

The apple peel was red and glossy.

Grandma Su looked at the plate of apples, but her mind was on something else.

She caught a glimpse of a few strands of white hair at her daughter Su Yurou's temples out of the corner of her eye, and her heart suddenly ached.

Those were her children.

She was pregnant for ten months and raised with great care.

When I was little, I had a fever, and she carried me for two miles to the hospital.

On her first day of school, she braided her hair with a red ribbon, and tied it tightly.

On her wedding day, she hid in the inner room and didn't come out to see her off; tears streamed down her face.

How could it not hurt when it's flesh and blood that fell from my own body?

If he didn't care about Su Yurou, he wouldn't care about Fu Hua, his granddaughter.

The moment she saw the child, she knew from his face that he was Su Yurou's son.

Their eyebrows and eyes are similar, and their expressions are similar too.

She felt sorry for that child, who had never had a mother's love since childhood.

After finally finding her way home, she was repeatedly hurt by her own mother.

But the one he feels most sorry for is his own daughter.

It just so happens to her that such bad luck occurs.

My once comfortable life has turned into a complete mess, and I've aged a few years.

She is old.

The old man is getting old too.

At this age, who knows how many more days I have left to live?

If you take off your shoes today, who knows if you'll be able to put them back on tomorrow?

The thing she worried about most in her life was this daughter.

She was intelligent from a young age, good-looking, and excelled in her studies.

I'm confused when it comes to relationships.

She was headstrong when she was young and married Fu Xiao, but their life together was full of ups and downs.

Later, after having children, they couldn't distinguish between inside and outside.

They abandoned their perfectly good biological daughter in the countryside, while doting on a fake one.

Now that the fake one has gone in, the real one has lost heart.

She's all alone here, feeling miserable.

She was disappointed in him.

I've hated him for so many years.

What's the use of being hateful?

If she doesn't lend a hand now, what will happen in the future?

Once she and her husband are gone, who will care about this foolish daughter?

Who else will speak up for her in front of that child, Fu Hua?

She glanced at Su Yurou, her gaze softening.

Su Yurou lowered her head, her fingers twisting the bag strap.

Like when you were a child and did something wrong, waiting to be scolded.

Grandma Su sighed inwardly.

"mom,"

Su Yurou spoke again, "I really know I was wrong. Over the years, I've figured out what's important. I'll come to see you and Dad more often from now on, and I'll also..."

"Alright."

Grandma Su interrupted her, her voice still harsh.

But her tone softened slightly compared to before: "Don't say these things to me, don't apologize to me, say them to your daughter."

Su Yurou looked up at her, her eyes reddening.

"mom……"

Grandma Su didn't respond, but stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

He took two steps, then stopped without looking back.

"Yue Xue bought fish. You used to always ask for it when you were little. Eat more later."

As Su Yurou watched her retreating figure, tears finally streamed down her face.

At noon, in the kitchen, Yue Xue was wearing an apron and washing vegetables.

Fu Songchuan helped cut the meat from the side, and his knife skills were quite efficient.

Fu Youchuan stood to one side, not knowing what to do, clutching a scallion in his hand, just standing there dumbfounded.

"You Chuan, peel that garlic clove," Yue Xue said.

Fu Youchuan breathed a sigh of relief and hurried off to find garlic.

Su Cheng came in carrying a vegetable basket and saw Fu Songchuan cutting meat.

He complimented, "Songchuan, your knife skills are impressive! Do you cook often?"

"Aunt, you taught me well. I didn't do this much before."

Fu Songchuan smiled.

Yue Xue smiled and said, "This child is sensible and always helps out whenever she comes. She's much better than our Su Rong."

Fu Youchuan was peeling garlic nearby when he heard this and felt a little uncomfortable.

He glanced at Fu Songchuan, then at the garlic in his hand, and peeled it even more carefully.

Grandma Su walked into the kitchen, and Yue Xue glanced back at her: "Mom, you rest, we can do it."