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

He said apologetically, "I was being inconsiderate. I was only thinking about how you were considerate of me, and I didn't think about these things."

He looked at her, his gaze softening: "You won't blame me, will you?"

Fu Hua shook her head.

"How could that be? I don't blame you."

He had something on his mind, but he still paid close attention to her every word and action.

This pervasive favoritism is the reason she can't break free from it.

Xie Ci held her hand tightly, looked at her, and the sadness in his eyes slowly faded.

"Huahua".

"Um?"

"It's so kind of you."

Fu Hua didn't reply, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Xie Ci looked at her and asked again, "What about your maternal grandmother's house?"

Fu Hua was stunned for a moment.

"When are you taking me?"

Xie Ci's tone was a little coquettish, "Zhang Wen just told me you're going to have dinner there tomorrow. Why don't you take me with you? Shouldn't they meet their grandson-in-law?"

Fu Hua looked at him without saying a word.

Xie Ci was a little nervous, and he tightened his grip on her hand: "I'm not pressuring you. I just... want to meet your family."

Fu Hua's acknowledged family.

During the time they were dating, besides meeting a few colleagues,

None of her acknowledged friends or relatives were formally introduced.

Sometimes, it feels like the two of them are having an affair.

He paused, then lowered his voice: "If you don't want to, then next time, anytime is fine."

Fu Hua looked at him.

Xie Ci's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, their contents crystal clear.

"Wait until some time later."

She grasped Xie Ci's hand in return, saying, "After your aunt's birthday, and after your grandfather recovers, we'll find a suitable day."

Xie Ci's eyes lit up.

"real?"

Fu Hua nodded: "I'm not lying."

Xie Ci smiled, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

He took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.

"I'll be waiting."

Xie Ci's dark eyes were deep and swirling with desire, as if he wanted to devour Fu Hua whole.

My gaze was fixed on her lips, which were frighteningly hot.

"Huahua, is this alright?"

Xie Ci pulled the person into his arms, his arms bracing against the back of the chair, leaning down on them, his breath hot.

"You promised me, outside..."

Xie Ci's voice was terribly hoarse, yet magnetic and deep.

Fu Hua understood him and knew that this was Xie Ci's emotional reaction.

The car engine had been turned off long ago, and the darkness enveloped the two of them completely.

"Right here?"

Fu Hua pressed her fingertips against his chest, but didn't actually push him away.

Her voice trembled softly, "What if someone sees us...?"

He chuckled softly, his thumb gently brushing against her lower lip, his eyes deep and burning:

"Afraid?"

Fu Hua bit her lip, raised her eyes to glare at him, but showed no force whatsoever.

Instead, it sounded like she was pleading: "No, it's not good if people see you in your military uniform."

Most importantly, this car doesn't even have a black tint.

"You'll have to take it off eventually."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against Fu Hua's earlobe, and Fu Hua trembled.

"Right here, okay? Hmm??"

The apology continued to linger.

Fu Hua's breathing became erratic, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of his shirt:

"Can I go home...?"

"go home?"

He chuckled softly, his palm resting on her waist, and with a gentle pull, she drew even closer to him.

"It's too late."

Fu Hua was so aroused by him that her body went weak, and her voice was even slightly breathless:

"Don't...always do this..."

"What?"

He pretended not to notice, his lips brushing against mine briefly, but he didn't actually kiss me.

"Don't you like being touched like this? Or do you not like it here?"

"If you really don't like it, let's go to the park in front; there's definitely no one there."

"Don't……"

Fu Hua closed her eyes briefly, gave a soft "Mmm" as if admitting defeat, and said in a completely limp voice, "...I like it, right here."

His eyes darkened instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became unusually hoarse:

"Then be good and don't hide."

Fu Hua nodded and snuggled closer to him.

Her fingertips hooked around his neck, her voice unusually soft and obedient:

"Then be gentle...don't be too crazy, otherwise, I won't agree, I..."

The next second, all the unspoken words were swallowed gently yet eagerly between his lips and teeth.

The night was deep outside the car window, and inside the carriage, only their breaths mingled, burning hot.

The early autumn evening was chilly, and the two didn't finish their vigorous activity until midnight.

The jeep sped along the road, its engine humming softly.

The car headlights pierced the night, the windows were tightly closed, and all was quiet.

Back at the apartment, Xie Ci put Fu Hua on the bed.

She sank into the blankets, so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.

He knelt by the bed, brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, and lowered his voice.

"My little devil, you've worked so hard. I'll be gentler next time."

Fu Hua gave a muffled "hmm," her eyelashes fluttering, but she didn't open her eyes.

Xie Ci looked at her, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"I might not be able to come over often these next few days. I have to go to the hospital. Take good care of yourself and don't skip lunch, okay?"

Fu Hua hummed in agreement again, this time without even moving her eyelashes.

Xie Ci squatted there and watched her for a while, then tucked the blanket around her, stood up, and quietly left the room.

The moment the door closed, he heard someone turn over on the bed, and then there was no more movement.

He stood at the door, listened through the door panel, smiled, locked the door, and left.

He can't always stay out all night; his parents will eventually find out.

He didn't want them to worry.

The sound of the jeep starting up gradually faded into the distance.

The room fell silent.

Fu Hua lay on the bed, too tired to even move a finger.

I wanted a sip of the spiritual spring water, but I didn't even have the strength to reach for the bedside table.

Forget it.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

……

The jeep drove into the military family compound and stopped in front of the Xie family's house.

Xie Ci turned off the engine and sat in the car without moving.

The lights were on in the yard, the curtains weren't drawn, and you could see his father walking back and forth in the living room.

He got out of the car.

"Thank you, Deputy Division Chief."

Someone called his name from behind.

Xie Ci turned around, and Fu Songchuan emerged from the shadows of the house next door.

He was carrying a briefcase, as if he had just returned.

"You're back so late?"

Fu Songchuan walked over, saluted, and said, "I didn't see you at the military base today."

Xie Ci didn't answer, but instead asked, "And you? Why are you so late today too?"

Fu Songchuan smiled and said, "I had a mission. I just got back and saw your car lights were on."

He paused, then glanced into the car behind Xie Ci.

Then he asked, "Have you seen Huahua recently? Is she alright?"

Xie Ci looked at him, her gaze turning indifferent.

"You're asking me?"

Fu Songchuan was stunned for a moment.

"You're her brother."

Xie Ci's voice was displeased. "If you want to know if she's alright, why don't you go see her yourself? Why are you asking me?"

Fu Songchuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Xie Ci looked at him and said, "What's the use of just talking about it? You know where she lives, and you know the places she frequents. If you really want to see her, you can do it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked home.

Fu Songchuan stood there, watching his figure disappear through the door.

A night breeze blew by, and the leaves of the old locust tree in the yard rustled.

He stood there for a while, then lowered his head and sighed.

Where is it that he doesn't want to see?

That girl, we can't catch her at all.

He went to school and home, but no one was there.

He walked slowly toward his home, his shadow stretched long by the streetlights.

I wonder what kind of conflict will erupt tomorrow, it's my aunt's birthday?