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

The two people who came in looked about 70% alike, and were clearly mother and daughter.

My mother was in her fifties, wearing a faded blue cotton coat.

Her hair was combed neatly, but the edges were uneven, clearly indicating she had cut it herself.

My daughter is eighteen or nineteen years old, and her name is Cai Xiaoyan.

She had a red mole between her eyebrows, wore two braids, and dressed simply.

There was a shrewdness in his eyes that belonged to a businessman.

The two stood at the door, a little reserved, looking around.

The waiters turned their heads and looked the mother and daughter up and down.

The waitress with her ponytail glanced up and down.

His gaze swept from his mother's cloth shoes to his daughter's clothes, and he curled his lip slightly.

He turned back and continued whispering with the other two.

The short-haired waitress simply turned her face to the other side, pretending not to see.

After the mother and daughter came in, they stood for a while without being greeted.

Cai Xiaoyan steeled herself and took a few steps inside, her mother following closely behind.

Cai Xiaoyan picked up a fuchsia coat from the shelf and looked at the price tag.

She moved very gently, as if afraid of damaging the clothes.

"How much is this...?"

She looked up, her voice low, toward the waiters.

The waitress with the ponytail glanced at her but didn't move.

He said lazily, "There's a price tag on it, can't you read it yourself?"

Cai Xiaoyan glanced down at the clothes in her hand, then looked at them again, but didn't put them down.

She held the clothes up to her mother's size.

She whispered, "Mom, this color looks good on you."

The mother leaned closer to examine it, felt the fabric, and then looked at the price tag.

I wanted to say it was expensive, but seeing the light in my daughter's eyes, I swallowed my words.

"good,"

The mother chuckled dryly a few times and touched the clothes: "The material is quite soft."

"Hey you two, don't touch it if you're not buying it. You'll have to pay for it if you get it dirty."

"you……"

Cai Xiaoyan looked angry, but ultimately swallowed her words.

Today is her mother's birthday, and she doesn't want to cause trouble or upset her.

Cai Xiaoyan picked up another garment, gripping the hanger tightly, trying her best not to touch it.

She compared herself to her mother, who let her gesture, a smile on her face.

There was a hint of caution, reluctance, and sadness in that smile.

The shop doorbell rang again.

Three women with curly hair entered.

He was wearing a wool coat, a silk scarf, and shiny leather shoes.

It makes a clattering sound when it walks.

The waitress with the ponytail's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up straight.

With a smile plastered on her face, she jogged over to greet them: "Please come in, gentlemen. What would you like to see? We've just received a new batch of autumn/winter pieces. The fabrics are all the latest styles, and they're exceptionally comfortable. The designers were specially brought in from Hong Kong."

The other two waiters quickly followed, one to pour water and the other standing by with a smile.

"Take this one down so I can take a look."

A curly-haired woman pointed to a coat high up on the shelf.

"Okay!"

The woman with her ponytail tiptoed, deftly took off her coat, and shook it open.

Holding it up solicitously, she said, "Please try this on. This color suits your skin tone. If it doesn't suit you, I'll help you choose another one. We have a wide variety of styles in our store."

The female store manager behind the cashier looked up and glanced at the three employees.

He lowered his head again and continued calculating, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction on his lips.

The mother and daughter were still standing there.

Cai Xiaoyan was holding the fuchsia coat in her hand.

Looking at the enthusiastic and attentive scene over there, the smile on his face froze.

She remained silent and hung the clothes back up.

"Mom, let's go."

She whispered, "Let me show you other places."

The mother nodded, letting the girl take her hand and walk outside.

"Wait a moment."

Fu Hua's voice was gentle and soft.

She walked over from the shelf and stopped in front of the mother and daughter.

"This coat,"

She glanced at the fuchsia coat her daughter had just put back.

"Gentlemen, this color of the dress is indeed selective; it doesn't suit everyone. If you like this style, there's a light green one over there. The color is dignified and elegant, and the material is thicker, which would be more suitable for you, Auntie."

Cai Xiaoyan was stunned.

Unexpectedly, someone came to provide service at that moment.

Fu Hua had already walked to the other side, to the end of the shelf.

He took off a light green coat, handed it to the mother.

"Auntie, would you like to try this on? The fitting room is over here, please follow me."

The mother seemed somewhat at a loss, glancing at Fu Hua.

He glanced at his daughter, who nodded, and then took the clothes, following Fu Hua into the fitting room.

Soon, the mother came out.

Sure enough, clothes make the man; the woman who just looked like a country bumpkin...

Right now, she looks like a city lady; if she were a little more confident, she would look even more like one.

The main thing is that this mother has good facial features.

The light green color made her complexion look brighter, and she appeared very energetic.

Cai Xiaoyan's eyes lit up: "Mom, this is beautiful! It's so beautiful!"

Fu Hua then picked up a dark gray scarf and handed it to her, saying, "Auntie, try pairing this with your outfit; it'll look nice and keep you warm."

The mother touched her scarf, then looked at the coat she was wearing, her eyes a little red.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask the price, but was too embarrassed to.

Fu Hua could tell, and immediately explained, "Auntie, this coat just arrived today, and the price is the same as the one over there."

The scarf is new; it would cost eight yuan separately, but if you buy it together, it'll be six yuan for you. If you like it, please come back to buy from me again.

Cai Xiaoyan quickly calculated and nodded happily: "Mom, this price is right, and it suits you too. Shall we take it? You should dress smartly for your birthday."

The mother hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, Mom will listen to you."

Cai Xiaoyan took a handkerchief pouch from her inner pocket, opened it,

Inside were several banknotes neatly folded.

She counted them and handed them to Fu Hua.

"Comrade, thank you so much for today."

Fu Hua took the money and walked to the cashier.

The female store manager looked up at her, her eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"Check out."

After Fu Hua finished speaking, she placed the money on the counter.

"Also, could you please get me a gift? It's for that customer's birthday."

The female store manager behind the cashier stopped what she was doing, glanced at Fu Hua with disdain in her eyes.

The tone was somewhat condescending:

"You're just a young girl helping out, do you even know the store's rules? The gifts are reserved for regular customers, not just anyone can take them."

Besides, just because you get along well with the boss's daughter doesn't mean you can order her around like that.

Fu Hua's expression was indifferent, her eyes cold and aloof, showing no emotional fluctuation as she calmly spoke:

"You can put the portion I want on your tab, and I'll explain it to your boss in a bit."

"Put it in the account? You think you can just put it in like that?"

The female store manager frowned, about to say a few more words.

Zhang Wen strode over, her tone cold and sharp, utterly unfriendly:

"Just take it when I tell you to. Stop with the nonsense. Can you afford to delay our customers?"

The female store manager was speechless at this imposing manner.

Looking at these two people with completely extraordinary auras, I felt a sudden tightness in my chest.

In the end, he reluctantly turned around to get the gift.

Fu Hua maintained a distant expression throughout.

It was as if those sarcastic remarks from just now didn't even qualify her to frown.

The female store manager stared at her back for two seconds, then lowered her head and continued calculating the bill.

Over there, three waiters were surrounding those fashionable women, enthusiastically introducing the new styles.

The curly-haired woman tried on one garment after another, leaving several hangers piled on the floor.