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

Fu Songchuan coughed lightly.

Su Yurou was talking to Su Rong and didn't hear it.

Fu Songchuan coughed again, this time a little louder.

"mom."

Su Yurou turned around.

Fu Songchuan looked at her, then gestured towards Fu Hua with his eyes.

He said, "Didn't you buy Huahua a gift too? Hurry up and take it out."

Su Yurou was stunned for a moment, clearly not remembering this matter.

Fu Songchuan sighed inwardly.

Although the scarf is not as valuable as the jewelry set, it is still a token of affection.

It's better than letting Fu Hua sit there alone and watch Su Rong receive gifts.

Hearing this from the side, Grandma Su chimed in, "Yu Rou, what did you buy for Hua Hua? Show it to us so we can see too."

She glanced meaningfully at the jewelry and added, "It's not about the price of the gift, but the sentiment behind it."

Su Yurou then realized what was happening, took a flat box out of her bag, stood up, and walked over to Fu Hua.

"Huahua,"

She handed the box over. "This is for you. Mom knows you like light colors. I saw this white silk scarf while shopping and thought it would suit you, so I bought it for you. Do you like it?"

Fu Hua looked up at her, then took the box.

turn on.

Inside the box lay a purple, checkered silk scarf.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

The others glanced at the scarf, seemingly lost in thought.

Fu Hua raised her head and looked at Su Yurou.

"Is this a solid color?"

Su Yurou looked down and her face trembled slightly.

"Why...why is it this one?"

She turned to get her bag, rummaged through it, and smiled apologetically: "Mom was in a rush this morning and took the wrong one. The white one is at home. I'll get you a new one another day..."

She didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood.

How careless can someone be to give their daughter the wrong gift?

Fu Xiao was truly impressed by his wife.

If you don't give a single word of advice, you'll make a mistake.

He never paid attention to Huahua's affairs.

It's better to give a gift and say what color it is.

Su Yurou's face also showed annoyance.

His gaze was fixed on the purple checkered silk scarf, then he looked at Fu Hua, unsure of what to say.

Fu Songchuan watched from the side, his heart sinking.

He opened his mouth, trying to smooth things over.

"I helped you get it this morning, but I was in a rush and took the wrong one."

He said gently, "Huahua, why don't you keep it for now? I'll send you the white one later too..."

Fu Hua naturally didn't believe such a clumsy excuse.

Grandma Su smiled and replied, "Yes, yes, Huahua has fair skin, and purple looks good on her too. You can keep it for now, and I'll have your mother bring you the white one another day."

Fu Hua lowered her head, looking at the purple checkered silk scarf, and didn't say anything.

She closed the box and pushed it back in front of Su Yurou.

"No."

She said in a nonchalant tone, "I don't like purple, but I appreciate your kind gesture."

Su Yurou was stunned.

Su Rong watched from the side, her lips twitching, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

She took half a step forward, her voice soft.

"Huahua, your aunt didn't do it on purpose, just accept it. It's just a silk scarf, does the color matter that much? Your aunt meant well, don't be like this..."

Fu Hua looked up at her, her gaze sharp.

Su Rong was stunned by her gaze, and the words she was about to say stuck in her throat.

Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and ignored her.

Yue Xue saw Su Cheng's gaze, nodded, and took a step forward.

She smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Huahua, Rongrong is right. No matter what color it is, it's your mother's thoughtfulness, so just accept it..."

Aunt.

Fu Hua interrupted her, her voice not loud, but clear.

Yue Xue was stunned.

Fu Hua looked at her and said, "Only I know whether my shoes fit or not."

Yue Xue never expected that the relationship between mother and daughter would become so estranged.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Su Rong couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to stand beside her mother.

"Huahua, what do you mean by this? Your aunt bought you a gift especially for you, and you bought the wrong one?"

Su Rong blinked her eyes: "Besides, it was just a mistake, not intentional. Who are you giving me this attitude for? It's rare for us to get together for a meal, and you're acting like this..."

"Su Rong".

Su Cheng's voice rang out from the side, carrying a reprimand.

Su Rong turned around and saw that her father's face had darkened.

"Shut up."

Su Rong was stunned.

"I……"

She opened her mouth, her voice aggrieved, "What did I say wrong? She just..."

trouble making.

"I told you to shut up."

Su Cheng stared at her, his gaze hard.

Su Rong's eyes immediately reddened.

Her father had never spoken to her with such a look and such a stern tone.

Looking around, Mom looked embarrassed, Grandma frowned in disapproval, and Grandpa remained silent with a sullen face.

She stomped her foot, turned around, and ran into the house.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

The room was extremely quiet.

The sunlight shone on the ground, casting bright shadows that fell on everyone's faces, revealing their expressions.

Su Cheng stared at the slammed door, his face grim.

"Ignore her."

His voice was stern, but anyone could hear the tension in it.

"This child has been acting a bit out of line lately; he's been spoiled."

Grandpa Su sat there, holding a teacup in his hand, slowly took a sip, and put it down.

"Say less, everyone."

When he spoke, his voice was not loud, but every word was clear, carrying the authority of a patriarch:

"There's no reason to force someone to accept a gift. If someone takes the wrong one, we'll deal with it later."

He stood up and glanced at Old Mrs. Su.

"Today is Yue Xue's birthday. The food is ready, let's eat first."

Grandma Su's shoulders slumped slightly, then she straightened up and forced a smile.

"Yes, yes, let's eat."

She called out to everyone, "Don't just stand there, the food is ready in the kitchen, let's go."

Su Cheng followed them toward the kitchen, but halfway there, he turned back to look at the door again.

Yue Xue stood in the living room, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Grandma Su walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

"Go and call Rongrong for dinner."

Yue Xue nodded, walked to Su Rong's door, and knocked.

"Rongrong, come out for dinner."

There was no movement inside.

Yue Xue knocked again, raising her voice: "Rongrong?"

Still nothing.

Yue Xue turned to look at Grandma Su. Grandma Su frowned and was about to speak when Su Cheng poked his head out from the kitchen.

"Stop yelling."

Yue Xue felt a little reluctant.

Su Cheng walked over and stood in front of the door. His voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and unyielding.

"Eat it or not, this child is becoming more and more tactless and speaks without thinking. Let her go hungry and wake her up."

Yue Xue opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Grandma Su sighed, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit tense.

Grandpa Su sat in the main seat, eating in silence.

Grandma Su would occasionally put food on the plates of the people next to her.

He kept saying "Eat more, eat more," but his voice was lower than usual.

Fu Hua sat there, eating slowly, her face calm and composed.

Su Yurou ate absentmindedly, poking around in her bowl with her chopsticks, without putting a single bite in her mouth for a long time.

The box was still on the chair next to her, with the purple checkered scarf still lying inside.