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

Fu Hua looked up at him: "Have your comrades arrived?"

"Soon, I'll pick you up at the station at 3 PM."

Xie Ci glanced at his watch. "There's still a little over an hour left. We have enough time."

Fu Hua nodded and continued eating.

After finishing a chicken leg, Zhang Wen went to get some soup.

He took a couple of sips, then glanced at Xie Ci, who was still standing.

He couldn't help but say, "Brother Xie, don't worry, Huahua won't run away. I'll keep an eye on her for you. You go and do your work, don't delay things."

Xie Ci smiled and looked at Fu Hua.

Fu Hua waved her hand and said with a smile, "Go ahead, there's nothing going on at the shop. After we finish eating, there won't be any customers, so I can rest for a while."

Xie Ci nodded, walked to the door, and then turned back.

"I'll pick you up tonight."

"Need not……"

"I'll definitely come to pick you up, just wait."

He repeated it again, then pushed open the door and went out.

Zhang Wen watched the door close, then turned to Fu Hua and winked, "Hua Hua, your boyfriend is really something. Not only is he good-looking, but he also brings you food every day and remembers to pick you up from get off work. He's such a good person. I need to find a People's Liberation Army soldier in the future."

Fu Hua paused, then laughed and said, "Sigh, don't have a professional filter. If you're looking for a man, find someone who is genuinely good. It has little to do with work. After all, there are bad apples everywhere."

Zhang Wen seemed to be thinking about something, and then said to herself, "Well, it would be fine to find someone similar to my dad. My mom and dad have been married for twenty years, and my dad often buys meals for my mom and picks her up from get off work."

"Hmm, that's a good idea."

As the two were talking, the doorbell rang again.

Fu Hua raised her head and looked towards the door.

The door opened, and two people came in.

Fu Hua looked up, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air.

Eyes facing each other.

Su Yurou was also stunned, her feet seemed to be nailed to the door, and her hand still gripping the doorknob.

She stared at the young woman behind the counter, holding a lunchbox.

Her hair was casually tied up, and she was wearing a plain gray-blue coat.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed his face, followed by composure, as always.

It's been several months.

When was the last time we met?

Yes, it was the day Fu Hua returned to the military dependents' home and went to the Xie family's house without even going inside.

They even had a few words of argument at the time.

Fu Hua looked at her with the exact same gaze as she does now.

It was neither cold nor hot; it felt like looking at a stranger.

Lin Jingqiu urged from the side, "Yu Rou, go inside! What are you doing standing at the door?"

Su Yurou snapped out of her daze and stepped inside.

The door closed behind her.

The store was silent for two seconds.

Zhang Wen glanced at Su Yurou, then at Fu Hua, and her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly stood up, forcing a smile.

Hello, Auntie.

She greeted them, her voice a little dry.

Su Yurou nodded, her gaze still fixed on Fu Hua.

He replied, "Hello."

She paused, then said, "We're here to buy clothes. Are you the...owner of this store?"

Zhang Wen looked at Fu Hua, about to speak,

Fu Hua stopped her with a look.

"Welcome, two customers."

Fu Hua pushed the lunchbox aside, stood up,

In a flat tone: "If you like anything, you can try it on, and I'll get the right size for you two."

Su Yurou's expression shifted slightly, but the words of concern stuck in her throat.

She looked at Fu Hua, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

This is her daughter, her biological daughter.

It's been so long since we last met, and this is all we get?

Not even a single "Mom," not even a "Why are you here?"

Should we just treat her like a regular customer and get rid of her?

A feeling she couldn't quite describe welled up inside her.

I feel upset, wronged, and a little... ashamed.

Lin Jingqiu didn't recognize Fu Hua and started looking around at the clothes in the store.

She walked to the row of clothes racks by the window and reached out to touch a beige trench coat.

"Yu Rou, come here quickly, look at this, the material is really good."

Before Su Yurou could reply, the doorbell rang again.

Two women entered, with permed hair and fashionable woolen coats, chatting and laughing.

Fu Hua glanced at Zhang Wen, her eyes conveying a meaning.

You go and greet that couple; I'll take care of these people.

Zhang Wen paused for a moment, then understood and nodded.

Fu Hua greeted the new customers, her voice calm and clear: "Good afternoon, everyone. We just received some new arrivals. Would you like me to introduce them to you?"

The two shook their heads: "We're regular customers, see for yourselves."

"Alright, please feel free to call me if you need anything."

After Fu Hua finished speaking, she stood a few steps away from the guest.

Su Yurou turned around and looked at Fu Hua's back. The grievance in her heart turned into a little anger.

"Yu Rou, do you think this color is pretty?"

Lin Jingqiu asked with a smile.

"Hmm, it's alright."

Su Yurou agreed verbally, but her gaze drifted into the distance, and she felt empty inside.

His own daughter, treating her like a stranger.

The grievances and anger in her heart made her dizzy, and the crowds on the street became blurred.

She couldn't even explain why she was there.

But regardless, Fu Hua treated her this way.

She felt embarrassed in front of outsiders.

Fortunately, Jingqiu didn't recognize her.

But with Fu Hua's attitude, won't it be very difficult for her to improve their relationship?

"Yu Rou,"

Lin Jingqiu called to her again, "Come and take a look at this, your sister-in-law would definitely look good in it."

Su Yurou took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and walked towards Lin Jingqiu.

Forget it.

Buy it and leave.

It doesn't have to be now to ease tensions.

Zhang Wen followed over and stood beside her, her attitude friendly: "Auntie, this trench coat is a new style this year. The material is crisp and the cut is great. You can try it on if you like."

Lin Jingqiu nodded happily, took off the trench coat, and held it up to her body.

Then she looked at Su Yurou: "You're not me, but my figure is similar to your sister-in-law's. Shall I give it a try?"

Su Yurou nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Jingqiu."

"We're old friends, why are you being so formal with me?"

Lin Jingqiu took the clothes and walked towards the fitting room.

She was walking in a hurry, not paying attention to her surroundings, and with a flick of her arm...

A piece of clothing hanging on the hanger was pulled down and fell to the ground with a "thud".

It was a dark blue wool coat, and the material didn't look cheap.

A middle-aged woman who was picking out clothes next to her suddenly turned around.

He looked down and saw that his coat had fallen to the ground, and his face immediately darkened.

"What's wrong with you?!"

She had a loud voice, "My clothes were hanging there perfectly fine, why did you put them on the floor!"

Lin Jingqiu was startled and waved her hands repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I was in a hurry and didn't see you..."

"Didn't you see it?"

The middle-aged woman bent down, picked up the coat, and examined it from all angles.

Pointing to a spot on the cuff, she said, "Look! It's stained. This is the first time I've worn it!"

Lin Jingqiu leaned closer to look and indeed saw a small gray stain on the cuff.

Her face turned pale, and she stood there helplessly.

"I...I'll wipe it for you..."

"wipe?"

The middle-aged woman pulled her arm back.

"What are you going to use to wipe it? This is pure wool, it cost over five hundred yuan! You've made it dirty, what are you going to do about it?"

Su Yurou, who was watching from the side, quickly stepped forward.

With a forced smile, he said, "Comrade, I'm so sorry, my friend was mistaken. Please don't be angry."

"Then we'll send it to the dry cleaners for you. They'll clean it thoroughly, and it'll be as good as new."

The middle-aged woman glanced at her sideways, about to say something, when she suddenly paused.

She stared at Su Yurou, looked her up and down, and slowly a smile appeared on her lips.

"Yo,"

She raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice sarcastic.

"Isn't this Director Su from the theater troupe?"

Su Yurou was stunned.

He asked cautiously, "And you are?"