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

Xie Ci's lips curled up very slightly, a faint and restrained smile.

Like a small crack appearing in the ice and snow, it warms the heart.

He reached out to help her unbuckle her seatbelt and took her hand in the process.

"No need for that."

His eyes were tender and indulgent: "If you want to scold me, scold me to my face, and I definitely won't talk back."

Fu Hua looked at him, and the corners of her mouth curved up slightly.

"Uncle Zhang has been extremely busy lately, negotiating collaborations and checking on the factory, so he hasn't had time to hire anyone."

She glanced at the shop that was already open: "Zhang Wen has class the day after tomorrow, and I have to go back to school in a few days. Whether we hire new shop assistants or find a shop manager, we need someone to keep an eye on things."

Xie Ci nodded and then asked, "Why do you think she can do it? You've only met her twice."

Fu Hua looked out the windshield at the bustling street.

"I trust my judgment."

She looked up and smiled, her eyebrows relaxed, her confidence shining brightly. That smile was unpretentious, frank, and dazzling.

In her past life, she personally selected the project team members and never made a mistake.

"Oh? My little devil is really capable!"

Xie Ci gently rubbed Fu Hua's cheek: "But how do you know she's more suited to be a store manager than a sales clerk?"

"A person's strengths and suitable position can be seen in their eyes. That girl had ambition in her eyes."

She turned to look at Xie Ci: "Moreover, she has a bottom line, a weakness, and principles. You can tell just by looking at her mother. This kind of person is suitable to be a store manager."

Xie Ci listened to her finish speaking, then remained silent, simply looking at her.

Fu Hua was a little confused by his gaze: "What's wrong?"

Xie Ci shook his head and smiled.

"You're so young,"

He sighed, "Why does he speak like an old pedant, with such elaborate theories about everyone? How am I supposed to say that?"

Fu Hua casually remarked, "So young, yet so old."

Xie Ci burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"That's a very nice thing to say."

He smiled at her, "Why does that sound a little heartbreaking?"

Fu Hua pushed open the car door and got out.

Xie Ci followed her down and walked around to stand in front of her.

"Huahua".

Fu Hua looked up at him: "Hmm?"

Xie Ci reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Whether you're young or old, I like you."

Sunlight streamed in from across the street, falling on his shoulders and into his eyes.

It's even more beautiful than fireworks.

The autumn wind swirls sycamore leaves across the brick walls of Xidan.

The No. 103 trolleybus hissed past.

The streets are bustling with traffic and people, teeming with life.

Fu Hua was busy and fulfilled amidst this bustling scene.

Even on Mondays, the number of customers in the store did not decrease at all.

Zhang Wen was busy running around, her feet barely touching the ground.

They had to greet guests, fold clothes, and do the accounting.

Fortunately, she had received prior training and would occasionally come to the store to help out.

These things are done in an orderly manner.

Fu Hua was in charge of sales, helping customers choose clothes, and greeting and seeing them off.

The two were so busy that they didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.

As dusk fell, the shop finally quieted down.

Fu Hua pulled the outer door down halfway, and the two of them settled accounts inside.

Zhang Wen was slumped over the counter, pen in hand, account book spread out in front of her, so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open.

Fu Hua poured a glass of water, turned her back to Zhang Wen, and dripped spiritual spring water into it.

"Drink some water first, no rush, we'll calculate slowly."

"Thank you, Huahua, I'm so glad I had you."

Zhang Wen gulped down a glass of water in a few mouthfuls and felt refreshed.

Fu Hua sat on the chair next to her, leaning back to rest.

The sales volume on this day was more than the combined sales of the previous two days.

"It's not even a holiday, it's really strange."

Zhang Wen sighed with bitterness, finishing the last account at noon.

He threw down his pen and slumped onto the counter.

"My God!"

Her voice was weak and feeble. "I've never said so much in my life."

Fu Hua smiled, but didn't have the energy to reply.

After resting for a while, she stood up and walked to the clothes rack.

She took off a light green cardigan and then picked up a dress in the same color family.

The material is soft and the color is gentle; it's pleasing to the eye.

She took the clothes to the counter and placed them on the table.

"Wenwen, I want this dress. Please pay for it for me."

Zhang Wen was stunned for a moment, then sat up, looked at the clothes, and then at her.

"Who are you sending it to?"

"Auntie,"

Fu Hua folded the clothes neatly: "Tomorrow is her birthday, I might have to go over for lunch."

Zhang Wen said "oh," nodded, and leaned back onto the counter.

"Then don't go back and forth tomorrow, just go directly from home, I'll take care of things here."

Fu Hua shook her head and smiled: "That won't do. You can't handle it all by yourself. I'll leave at noon, and after lunch, I'll come over."

"Please bear with it for a while at lunchtime. The auntie will bring you some food; you can't skip it."

Zhang Wen perked up: "Oh right, my mom's off tomorrow, she can come and help."

"Huahua, eat your food properly, don't rush. Take a good nap this morning, and come back the day after tomorrow."

Fu Hua's lips curved into a smile.

"Okay, I'm relieved to have Auntie here."

She pushed her clothes forward: "You help me with the bill first."

Zhang Wen glanced at the clothes and immediately pushed them back.

"What's the point of keeping accounts? It's all your money."

Zhang Wen pouted as she tidied up the account book: "Besides, if my dad finds out I took your money, I'll be kicked out."

Fu Hua insisted, pulling out more than a dozen ten-yuan bills from her wallet: "Public and private matters must be kept separate. Public accounts are public accounts, and this is something I, as a customer, must keep track of when I make a purchase."

"I've taken all the account books. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's go get some wontons instead."

"No, you have to put it in the account first. If you don't, I'll get angry."

Fu Hua placed the money next to Zhang Wen, her eyes urging her on.

Zhang Wen shook her head helplessly and reluctantly picked up the pen.

He took out a notebook from the drawer, made a note in it, and then looked up at her.

"Okay, Huahua, is this okay?"

Fu Hua nodded, folded the clothes, and put them into the bag.

Zhang Wen leaned over the counter, watching her fold clothes and pack them into the custom-made boxes.

Casual conversation: "Huahua, let me tell you, I've learned so much from following you these past few days, more than I would have learned in training alone."

Fu Hua's hands didn't stop: "For example?"

"for example……"

Zhang Wen thought for a moment, "How should I greet the customers, how should I introduce the clothes, how should I coordinate outfits, and how should I persuade them to buy, without making them feel like I'm trying to sell them something?"

And about that argument the other day, I'll go back and tell my mom.

After hearing this, my mom said she recognized the woman; her husband worked at her company, and the whole family was notoriously difficult and hard to talk to. She said, "You managed to handle her; you're amazing."

She said enthusiastically, "I think doing business is so interesting, much more interesting than attending classes at school."

Fu Hua put the bag down and turned to look at her.

"What? Don't you want to go to class?"

Zhang Wen was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I just meant..."

She paused, unable to explain it clearly herself.