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

Several boys stopped and whispered among themselves.

The girls, too, craned their necks, trying to see who was sitting in the car.

After all, at that time, many people rarely even took a car ride.

The car door opened.

The first one to get off was a young woman.

He wore a navy blue coat, a white shirt, and his hair was neatly tied up.

She stood by the car, her expression indifferent, as if she hadn't noticed the gazes around her, completely at ease.

"Who is this? She's so beautiful."

"Is it from our school? I've never seen it before."

"Maybe it's an expert invited by some professor?"

"Impossible, have you ever seen an expert this young?"

"In my opinion, he's another one with connections, a second-generation Red."

Before the murmurs had even died down, the driver's side door opened.

A man in military uniform stepped down.

He's very tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and his features are even more attractive than those in celebrity posters.

Just by standing there, his aura dominates half the street.

"Oh my god..."

"So handsome..."

"Judging by his demeanor, he must be a military officer, right?"

The girls' eyes lit up, and some couldn't help but cover their mouths and exclaim in surprise.

"You've worked hard, go back and get some sleep."

She steadied herself, waved her hand, and said, "Take care on the way."

Xie Ci nodded, but didn't rush to get into the car.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on her, so intense it was impossible to pull him away.

His eyes were full of restraint, yet they spoke of burning reluctance.

"Okay, there are too many people here, let's stop being so sticky."

Fu Hua doesn't care about other people's opinions, but she also doesn't want to be watched like a monkey.

More and more eyes were drawn to them, and the whispers grew louder.

"Okay, I'll watch you go in and then I'll leave."

Fu Hua shook her head helplessly, turned around and walked towards the gate of Huaqing University.

He forced a bow, suppressing his reluctance, and turned to get into the military jeep.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction she had disappeared in, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

Finally, he slowly started the car and drove away.

In the crowd, a short-haired girl stood by the roadside, her expression serious and rigid.

She was wearing a pale blue cloth coat, which looked like it was washed frequently.

She was holding a few books in her hands, her gaze sweeping over the jeep before settling on the disappearing figure.

"Zhou Ming,"

A girl next to her leaned closer and whispered.

"Who do you think that is? They came in a military vehicle, they must have connections."

Zhou Ming remained silent.

Another girl scoffed, "What's so great about him? So what if he has a good father and a good family? Our Zhou Ming relies on real talent, isn't he better than those people?"

"That's right. Zhou Ming will soon be the leader of a national project. This honor is something that pampered young ladies like them can't compare to."

"Alright!"

Zhou Ming withdrew his gaze, his expression slightly cold: "Just mind your own business."

She doesn't care what others do.

After saying that, she turned and walked into the school gate without pausing for a moment.

The two girls exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

After walking a short distance, one of them couldn't help but look back, his eyes filled with envy.

"I wonder what level of official he is."

She muttered to herself, "A young girl like her only advantage is her family background. If it comes down to ability, she might not be any less capable than others."

On the other side of the school gate, Su Rong stood among several girls, her gaze shifting from the jeep.

She just saw it.

I saw Fu Hua get out of the car and I saw the man who was driving.

What is the relationship between Fu Hua and that man?

She initially thought it was a member of the Fu family, and secretly thought that Fu Hua said one thing and did another.

She outwardly disdains accepting gifts from her aunt, but in reality, she enjoys everything she's entitled to.

Unexpectedly, the person who gave it to her was not her uncle, Fu Xiao.

Instead, it was a young man.

Very handsome!

When she saw that face, her heart skipped a beat.

He stood by the car, wearing a jacket, sunlight falling on his shoulders.

The way he looked at Fu Hua was so focused that it was as if no one else was around.

"That man was so handsome."

A girl next to her couldn't help but sigh, "Even though he wasn't wearing a military uniform, his demeanor was just like a soldier's."

"Who's that girl next to him? She's so pretty, is she from our school?"

"I've never seen her before. She's so beautiful. If she were from our school, she would definitely be famous by now."

"They're such a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a feast for the eyes."

Su Rong felt a surge of emotions as she listened to these words.

Fu Hua.

Fu Hua doesn't boast; she always relies on herself.

So, it's nothing special after all.

Driving a military vehicle to school, what's with the airs? What are you trying to show off?

That man...

She recalled the way he looked at Fu Hua, and felt a pang in her heart.

"Su Rong?"

The person next to her nudged her, "What are you looking at?"

Su Rong snapped out of her daze and forced a smile.

"It's nothing."

The three of them talked as they walked.

The person next to Su Rong nudged her arm.

"Su Rong, your dress is so beautiful. The fabric looks different. Where did you buy it?"

Su Rong glanced down at the light pink coat she was wearing, and a smile curved her lips.

"My mom took me to buy it."

Her eyes flickered slightly. "In the Friendship Clothing Department."

"Friendship Costume Department?"

The other girl's eyes widened.

"I heard that they don't accept RMB for anything there; only foreign exchange certificates are accepted."

Su Rong waved her hand dismissively.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a little troublesome."

She said that, but the smugness in her eyes was impossible to hide.

The sunlight shone on her, making her pink coat gleam softly.

It's definitely different from the polyester fabric worn by the people next to me.

"If you go on stage dressed like this for the awards ceremony, won't you seduce all the guys?"

His companions laughed and joked.

Su Rong pursed her lips and gave a soft hum.

"Who cares about them?"

She couldn't help but recall the man in the jacket at the door just now.

A tall and straight figure, with a cool and aloof expression.

Standing next to the jeep, it felt like a god had descended.

That kind of man is worthy of her.

Why should Fu Hua, who is neither loved by her father nor her mother, have any special privileges?

What exactly is her relationship with that man?

Su Rong bit her lip, feeling as if something was stuck in her chest.

No, I need to go back and ask my parents properly.

Fu Hua found the awards department and pushed open the office door.

The room was already full of people, with a long table and two rows of chairs, mostly elderly people.

A quick glance revealed only one exception.

It's Lu Tingxiao.

He was there too?

Lu Tingxiao sat in the corner, holding a teacup, talking to an old gentleman next to him.

He wasn't wearing his glasses today, and was dressed in a dark gray Zhongshan suit, looking a bit more composed than when he was in class.

Before Fu Hua could look away, she heard someone speak.

"Excuse me, are you here to receive an award?"

An elderly woman with gray hair stood up, smiling.

"That door in front is where students sign in. This is the judges' office; you can't go in here."

Fu Hua stopped in her tracks.

"I'm here to present an award."

She explained.

The room was silent for a second.

The old woman's smile froze, and she looked her up and down.

"Are they here to present an award?"

Another elderly gentleman put down the documents in his hand, looked up, and adjusted his glasses.

"Young lady, what did you say? Which unit do you work for?"