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

Wang Fen looked a little better, but she hadn't fully recovered.

She glanced at the clothes in Fu Hua's hand, then at Su Yurou and Lin Jingqiu standing beside her.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

Fu Hua didn't give her a chance to speak.

"actually,"

Her voice was soft, and her tone was even.

"The fact that you all came to our home shows that we share the same taste and have similar perspectives; it's simply fate."

She looked at Wang Fen, then at Su Yurou: "No matter what unpleasant things happened in the past, those old grudges and resentments shouldn't take up today's good time."

There's no need to punish yourself for other people's mistakes. What do you two think?

Wang Fen was stunned for a moment, her eyes flickering.

She was pondering Fu Hua's words.

"You are all our valued customers."

Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly. "I hope that both of you will leave satisfied today."

Wang Fen was silent for a few seconds, then looked up and nodded.

His voice was relaxed and cheerful: "Alright, what you said makes some sense. I'll listen to you today."

Fu Hua turned around and said, "Wenwen, take these two comrades to the rest area, pour them a glass of water, and bring over the store's emergency cleaning tools. I'll handle this garment myself."

Zhang Wen quickly nodded and walked over to Wang Fen, saying, "Comrades, this way please."

Wang Fen followed her for a couple of steps, then looked back at Fu Hua with a hint of something else in her eyes.

This girl doesn't seem to be the previous female store manager.

Is this the kind of mind that can handle things?

This boss has a good eye.

Fu Hua then looked at Lin Jingqiu.

"You may continue looking at clothes,"

She said, "If you find something you like, let the staff introduce it to you. This matter is over and won't affect your shopping."

Lin Jingqiu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

She glanced at Su Yurou, who stood still, her gaze fixed on Fu Hua, speechless with a complex expression.

Fu Hua didn't even glance at her out of the corner of her eye, turned around, and walked towards the cashier with the coat in her hand.

Su Yurou opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Lin Jingqiu tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Yu Rou, this shop manager... is that Hua Hua? Right? Isn't she in school? How come..."

Su Yurou didn't speak, her gaze fixed on Fu Hua.

She laid the coat flat on the counter.

Use a soft-bristled brush to gently brush the gray stain on the cuff.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow, but skillful and orderly.

He was so focused, as if he were doing something very important.

Just like when I was at home.

The shop quieted down again.

The onlookers dispersed and continued browsing clothes.

Zhang Wen brought tea to Wang Fen and her companion, then returned to the counter.

Fu Hua was dealing with her coat with her head down, her hair hanging down a little, covering half of her face.

The sunlight outside quietly shifted by about half a foot.

The light spots that were originally falling on the clothes rack slowly slid to the ground.

The crowds outside the window changed wave after wave.

The people who had been crowding the intersection dispersed, and new figures surged in.

Wangfujing Street is never short of pedestrians.

Fu Hua got up, took the coat, and walked over to Wang Fen.

"Comrade, take a look."

She unfolded her coat; the gray stain on the cuff was gone, and the wool had regained its original crispness.

"It's all cleaned up. Could you take a look? Is there anything else that needs fixing?"

Wang Fen took it, looked at it over and over twice, and nodded.

"Okay, not bad."

She stood up and glanced at Fu Hua.

His tone was much softer than before, "Young lady, you're capable, better than the previous one."

Fu Hua took the two small paper bags from Zhang Wen.

One was handed to Wang Fen, and the other to her companion.

"This is a small token of our appreciation from our store."

She spoke sincerely, "The store also bears some responsibility for what happened today, so I hope you won't take it to heart."

Wang Fen stared blankly, took it, and glanced inside.

It's a silk scarf, with a simple color and nice material; it doesn't look cheap.

She smiled slightly and nodded to Fu Hua.

Then they turned their attention to Su Yurou and Lin Jingqiu.

"I won't hold it against you today."

She said her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"It's entirely because of this shop manager."

She paused for a moment, then said, "From now on, your theater troupe should take care of itself."

After saying that, she left with her companion.

The doorbell rang once, and the store fell silent.

Su Yurou and Lin Jingqiu stood there, both looking somewhat embarrassed.

Fu Hua turned around and handed another paper bag to Lin Jingqiu.

"Aunt Lin,"

She said, "This is for you. I hope you can forget today's unpleasantness and come to our store again in the future."

Lin Jingqiu was stunned for a moment, not expecting Fu Hua to recognize her.

She quickly waved her hand, "No, no, I can't accept this. It was my mistake..."

Fu Hua didn't pull her hand back and insisted on handing it over.

Lin Jingqiu looked at the paper bag, unsure whether to accept it or not, and turned to look at Su Yurou.

Su Yurou looked at Fu Hua, took the other paper bag handed to her by Zhang Wen, and held it in her hand.

"Thanks."

She paused, then said, "Thank you for your help today."

Fu Hua nodded, her tone flat: "Of course, you are customers of the store."

Su Yurou gripped the paper bag tightly.

customer.

Just a customer.

She looked at Fu Hua, whose face was always expressionless, cold and aloof.

It was as if she were just an insignificant stranger.

Polite, considerate, and distant—the same treatment he gave Wang Fen.

"Fu Hua".

Su Yurou's voice was a little dry.

Fu Hua looked at her, waiting for what she would say next.

Su Yurou took a deep breath: "It's been so long since we last met, and you have nothing to say to me? You even said that you... really don't care about me, your own mother, at all?"

Lin Jingqiu was stunned, and almost dropped the paper bag in her hand.

She glanced at Su Yurou, then at Fu Hua, her eyes flickering slightly.

Zhang Wen stood behind the counter, barely daring to breathe.

The shop was quiet; you could hear the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock.

Fu Hua looked at Su Yurou, the polite smile on her face unchanged.

"What's past is past."

She sighed, "People always have to look forward. Dwelling on the past is bad for everyone."

She paused, then smiled slightly: "This way, it's better for everyone."

Upon hearing this, Su Yurou felt a surge of anger rising within her.

How is it now? What is it like?

As a stranger? As a customer?

She wanted to say, "You are my daughter, I gave birth to you."

Even if you're abandoned in the countryside, my blood flows in your veins.

How can you just say it's all in the past?

Blood ties are an unbreakable bond that lasts a lifetime.

She opened her mouth, the words rolled around in her throat, and then she swallowed them back down.

She remembered why she had come here today.

I thought of the old lady's dinner party three days later.

I recalled Fu Hua's previous cold-bloodedness.

Su Yurou took a deep breath and suppressed the urge.

"Okay, I understand."

Her voice was hoarse, "Well...we're leaving now. Anyway, thank you for today."

Fu Hua nodded and personally escorted the two to the door, saying, "Take care, you two."

Su Yurou gripped the paper bag tightly in her hand and strode out.

Lin Jingqiu quickly followed, and when she reached the door, she turned back to look at Fu Hua with a complicated expression.

The doorbell rang once.

The two people disappeared outside the glass window.

Fu Hua stood there, looked at the door for two seconds, then turned around and walked towards the counter.

Zhang Wen looked at her cautiously, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

Fu Hua picked up the rice she hadn't finished eating, took a bite of vegetables with her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth.

"What are you standing there for?"

She smiled and said, "If you don't eat now, the food will get cold."