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

"What law did you break?"

Zhou Min glanced at her and said, "It's not like we're hurting anyone. It's just that we're making them suffer a little so that the shop can't stay open. We'll feel better that way."

The woman who had spoken earlier shook her head: "I won't do it. My family depends on me. If something happens to me, my mother will be furious."

She took a step back. "Sister Min, you two chat, I'll be going now."

Zhou Min's expression darkened, but she didn't stop them.

Watching the other person's figure disappear into the alley, she turned to the other two.

"And you two? Are you just going to let yourselves be kicked out like this?"

The woman with short hair and the woman with a ponytail exchanged a glance.

The woman with short hair bit her lip: "Sister Min, I need to think about this."

The woman with the ponytail nodded, "Yes, it's a big deal, we need to think about it."

Zhou Min looked at them and forced a smile: "Okay, you two think it over. Let's meet at that KFC nearby tomorrow morning. I'll treat you to lunch, and we can chat while we eat."

The short-haired girl's eyes lit up: "Really? Min-jie is treating?"

"please."

Zhou Min patted her on the shoulder, "We're sisters, what's a little money?"

They both smiled, nodded, and promised to arrive the next day.

The three of them parted ways.

Zhou Min stood there, watching them walk away, her smile gradually fading from her face.

In the end, only a sinister smile remained in his eyes.

The next morning, just as the sun was rising.

Fu Hua opened the door, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

Xie Ci stood at the door, carrying a thermos in one hand and a paper bag in the other, a smile on his face, about to open the door.

Good morning, Fu.

Xie Ci grinned.

"Good morning."

Fu Hua smiled brightly, glanced at his new military uniform, and stepped aside to let him in.

"Did you change into new clothes?"

Fu Hua leaned against the kitchen doorway, looking languid: "Did you change into new clothes?"

"Hmm, you noticed? I dressed you up especially for today."

Xie Ci smiled and took out bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen to serve breakfast.

"Yeah, handsome."

"Just this one word?"

Xie Ci leaned closer, raising his eyebrows slightly, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Otherwise what?"

Fu Hua moved closer, their foreheads touching: "You're coming tonight? I'm really looking forward to it."

"Little goblin..."

Although his tone was nonchalant in his resignation, the fingertips hanging at his sides tightened slightly.

His gaze was so gentle it could drown you; the roguishness in his eyes had all transformed into tenderness.

"You said it yourself, so how about now..."

Xie Ci's eyes were soft and hot as he reached out to put his arm around Fu Hua's waist.

"No, I have important business to attend to today."

Fu Hua dodged aside and sat down at the dining table.

"By the way, why are you up so early today?"

"It's getting late."

Xie Ci smiled and sat down. "It's past seven o'clock. What's the important business you mentioned?"

Fu Hua recounted what happened at Hua Ning Textile yesterday.

Xie Ci listened, while opening the insulated container.

The steaming hot osmanthus-infused sweet wine was served to Fu Hua.

I opened the paper bag again, and inside were freshly baked beef pies, thin-crusted and generously filled, still glistening with oil.

"So that's what it is. But no matter how important it is, we still need to fill our stomachs and eat while it's hot."

He handed him the chopsticks.

Fu Hua took it, picked up a pie, and took a bite.

The aroma of beef mingles with the fragrance of scallions, and the outer skin is crispy.

Xie Ci sat opposite her, watching her eat, with a smile in his eyes.

"Is it tasty?"

Fu Hua nodded.

Xie Ci then asked, "Do you really have to go to the store today? Is it especially crowded on Sunday?"

"Yes, so I have to hurry. Zhang Wen's dad is going to the factory today. Is anyone else in the shop?"

Fu Hua took a sip of sweet wine. "I'll go keep an eye on things for a day."

Xie Ci frowned, feeling a pang of sympathy, and said, "I'll go with you. Although I don't know anything about it, I can still help you out."

"No need, my dear Brother Xie. If you stood in my shop fully clothed, who would dare to come in?"

Fu Hua smiled and waved her hand: "Besides, didn't you say you had some comrades from out of town coming today? We haven't seen each other for years, as the host, shouldn't you treat them well?"

Xie Ci paused for a moment: "They won't arrive until the afternoon; they're free this morning."

"I'm free this morning, but you need to pick people up early this afternoon."

Fu Hua finished the last bite of the pie.

"You go ahead and do your work. There's nothing major going on at the shop. Zhang Wen is going to help out too. It's not just me; we can manage."

Xie Ci looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and then nodded.

"Okay, then don't rush, eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

He pointed to the thermos, "There's still plenty left in here. Take it and have some more at the store."

Fu Hua's lips twitched, and she softly hummed in agreement.

After finishing his meal, Xie Ci stood up and started tidying up.

"Huahua, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll bring it to you."

Fu Hua was already changing her shoes: "No need, Zhang Wen and I will eat nearby."

"Then, I'll pick you up tonight."

"Alright."

Fu Hua opened the door and went out, then pulled her head back in, pointed at Xie Ci's clothes, and smiled mischievously: "Don't get them dirty, wear them tonight."

Men either wear suits or military uniforms.

She's really looking forward to new ideas.

Xie Ci was stunned for a moment, his ears turning red first.

He chuckled softly, a muffled sound in his throat, filled with boundless indulgence.

"Be careful, walk slowly."

"understood."

The door closed, and the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.

When Fu Hua arrived at the store, Zhang Wen was already there and cleaning.

Upon learning that she hadn't eaten yet, Fu Hua handed her the thermos.

"Would you like some sweet osmanthus wine?"

Zhang Wen exclaimed happily, "Was it another gift from your partner?"

Fu Hua remained noncommittal, put down her bag, and picked up a cloth to wipe the shelves.

Zhang Wen couldn't help but tease, "Xie Ci is such a good man, my Huahua is so lucky."

While working, Fu Hua replied, "You keep up the good work too. I'll oversee things for you. Your good fortune is yet to come."

Zhang Wen smiled shyly and lowered her head to eat the fermented rice.

The curtain was gently lifted, and two well-dressed female guests entered.

He looked like a high-ranking leader in the company, with a serious expression as if he were there for a meeting.

Zhang Wen immediately hid behind her, wiped her mouth, and came out.

Fu Hua had already put down her work and stepped forward, her steps light and steady.

He wore a perfectly measured smile, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Welcome! Please feel free to browse. If you like anything, I'll bring it to you for you to try."

Her voice was gentle yet carried a hint of competence.

She reached out and gently brushed the clothes on the hanger.

Her fingertips were clean and slender, and her movements were gentle, as if she were handling something precious.

The two guests had never seen such a nice waiter before, and their mood improved greatly, with smiles appearing on their faces.

"Okay, let's take a look around first."

Fu Hua offered her service with a smile, standing at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Seeing the guest's gaze linger on a dark camel-colored, fitted coat, she gently introduced it:

"This is newly arrived wool fabric, perfect for the season. The fabric is crisp yet lightweight, suitable for work or visiting others. It's just right for the weather in Beijing."

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, her eyelashes drooping, her gaze focused intently on the guest.

Neither overly enthusiastic nor coldly aloof.

After the customer nodded, she carefully took off her clothes, straightened her shoulder line, and said softly:

"Why don't you try it on? You'll know best whether it fits or not once you put it on. I'll get you the right size."

She led the people to the fitting room and waited quietly a short distance away.

They didn't rush me, nor did they keep a close eye on me; they struck the perfect balance.

It offers top-notch service in Beijing.

After the guests came out, she took a few steps forward.

He gently straightened the person's collar and straightened the hem of their clothes.

With a sincere tone: "You look really elegant in that outfit. The waist is perfectly fitted, making you look tall and energetic."

There was no exaggerated praise, just a simple truth, yet it made people feel comfortable.

The two female guests felt relieved by the praise, and their goodwill and trust towards Fu Hua skyrocketed.

I almost always decide to buy the clothes she recommends without even trying them on.

In the end, the two spent over 500 yuan to buy two coats and a dress, and left satisfied.

Zhang Wen stood not far away, her reserved face filled with amazement.

How did Huahua's brain develop?

Was this really her first time working as a waitress?

How can you be so skilled?

No wonder she looked down on those guys from yesterday.

If it were her buying clothes, she would buy several more.