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

Xie Ci chuckled softly, his fingertips gently caressing her waist.

He coaxed her further, asking, "What's wrong with just saying 'uh-huh'? Tell me, what's so good about it specifically?"

She buried herself in the blankets, blushing, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't ask... everything is fine."

Xie Ci got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Shall we try again, but in a different place?"

"reject."

Fu Hua poked her head out from under the covers, her face full of resentment: "Are you ever going to stop?"

"I'm just kidding."

Xie Ci tugged at his military uniform: "Look, I'm all dressed, aren't I?"

"You dare scare me? Just wait and I'll drain you dry."

Fu Hua's eyes were filled with affection, a mixture of reproach and anger.

The person on the bed thanked him without blinking.

She lay on her side, the blanket slipped down to her waist, revealing a section of her smooth arm.

The blush from before still lingered on her cheeks.

With her eyes half-closed, she looked like a cat that had just woken up, so languid that it was hard to look away.

"Huahua".

His voice was slightly strained.

Fu Hua hummed in agreement.

That lazy, soft sound, with a slight nasal tone, went into my ears, sending shivers down my spine.

Xie Ci's Adam's apple bobbed, and he almost couldn't resist lunging back.

He took a deep breath and steadied himself.

There's something I want to tell you.

Fu Hua opened her eyes: "You speak."

"My former comrades from the regiment came to Beijing for a meeting."

Xie Ci sat down, pulled Fu Hua's hand over and stroked it, "Everyone was thinking of getting together. They really wanted to meet me after they heard I had a boyfriend."

"When?"

Fu Hua asked.

"tonight."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Don't worry, I didn't agree. I just wanted to ask what you think first. If you don't want to go, I'll refuse immediately."

"Won't this put you in a difficult position? After all, you're the boss!"

Fu Hua's eyes flickered slightly.

"No, no one is more important than you. Your thoughts and your happiness are the most important things."

Xie Ci felt a little nervous under her gaze, and added, "Really, it's not a big deal if I don't go. I'll tell them next time."

Fu Hua then asked, "How many people?"

"Not many, five or six, plus their respective family members."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Cantonese restaurant,"

Xie Ci smiled and said, "Didn't you say that place was nice last time? I'll treat everyone there."

Fu Hua nodded.

"Okay, I'll go."

Xie Ci paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Fu Hua pushed him, but couldn't budge him.

"Are you giving me so much face?"

Xie Ci pressed his forehead against Fu Hua's, his voice low.

"Well, mainly because I'm hungry."

Fu Hua spoke frankly, saying that she didn't need to pretend in front of Xie Ci; she could just be herself.

"It's my fault, you must be exhausted?"

As he thanked her, his chin rested against the edge of her neck, his breath slightly warm, falling on her skin.

His nose gently brushed against the stray hairs on the back of her neck, then slowly slid down from below her ear to above her collarbone.

Breathing, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, like feathers sweeping across the skin.

His cool and composed aura seeped into her pores little by little.

Fu Hua felt numb all over, weak and powerless, and her voice was muffled as she tried to push him away:

"Xie Ci, be serious, you just finished getting dressed..."

Xie Ci buried her head in his neck and kissed him enough before reluctantly raising her eyes, smiling like a cat that had stolen some fish.

"Huahua, you smell so good, I can't get enough of kissing you."

"You've become a hooligan."

Fu Hua glared at him, her gaze soft and lacking any real threat.

"Which thug dares to say such a thing? I'll break his arm."

Xie Ci stood up, walked to the door, and then turned back.

"Huahua, I'm going to buy some things. I'll be right back. If you're tired, you can sleep a little longer. I'll come home and help you wash up."

"Alright, you should go now."

The door closed.

Fu Hua lay down for a while before slowly sitting up.

While washing up, I couldn't help but recall the last time Xie Ci carried her while she washed up.

I almost fell into the pool, that's too dangerous, I can't let that happen again.

She walked to the wardrobe and opened the door.

Inside, clothes for all four seasons were hung neatly.

A floral shirt made of Dacron, with an elegant color.

Dacron trousers and corduroy trousers are available in light gray, navy blue, and the currently trendy military green.

A variety of soft knitwear, with a delicate feel to the touch.

These aren't ordinary goods that you can easily buy at supply and marketing cooperatives or department stores.

There are also various styles of beautiful dresses.

In this day and age, few families could afford to wear skirts, let alone so many.

For ordinary families, having two or three changes of clothes in their wardrobe and two sets of clothes to wear when going out is considered respectable.

But the entire cabinet in front of her was crammed full, leaving no space at all.

They were all bought with my thanks.

She doesn't usually pay much attention to her appearance, and when she left the Fu family, she didn't take any of the clothes they bought for her.

After Xie Ci found out, he made her look so much older.

She usually wears shirts and pants, and always the same few comfortable ones.

Today, I am meeting with my comrades who are giving thanks, so I cannot treat them casually.

She looked at each item one by one, her fingers tracing patterns on the hangers.

Finally, she took out a long white dress.

The fabric is soft and drapes beautifully.

Then he took a long, beige trench coat.

A light emerald green scarf and white leather shoes.

She stood in front of the mirror and changed her clothes.

Her hair was let down, draped over her shoulders.

She looked at herself in the mirror and brushed the ends of her hair with her fingers.

The person in the mirror had relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and a slight curve at the corners of their mouth, giving off a languid air.

She's quite different from her usual aloof self.

She glanced at it a couple more times, then turned around and picked out a pair of pearl earrings from the jewelry box.

The smooth pearls rested against their earlobes, neither dazzling nor ostentatious.

Its whiteness is gentle and warm, like a drop of moonlight frozen in time.

The door lock clicked once.

Xie Ci pushed open the door and came in, carrying two bags.

He looked up, saw the person standing in the living room, and froze.

Fu Hua stood by the window, the setting sun shining in from behind, gilding her with a faint golden edge.

Her white dress reached her calves, her trench coat was open, and a scarf was wrapped around her fair neck.

Her hair was loose, with a few strands blowing in the wind.

She turned her head and smiled sweetly.

Xie Ci stood at the door, his mouth slightly open, almost dropping what he was holding.

Fu Hua felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and looked down at herself.

"What's wrong? Do I look bad in this outfit?"

Xie Ci didn't say anything, put the things down, and slowly walked over.

He stood in front of her, looking at her, his eyes burning with an intense light.

"Huahua".

"Um?"

He reached out and gently brushed the hair off her shoulder.

"If you do this..."

He said, "I probably don't want to go out tonight."

Fu Hua raised her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips, and a gentle curve at the corners of her eyes.

Like the first melting of ice and snow, or like the afternoon sun falling on the lake, soft and carefree.

That smile was like a flower blooming on ice, quiet, gentle, and beautiful.

My heart pounded like a drum as I thanked him, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

"What did you buy?"

"oh!"

Xie Ci snapped out of his reverie and walked to the table: "These are local specialties as gifts for my comrades. It's a small token of my appreciation. I can't let them go back empty-handed."

Fu Hua walked to the table and watched Xie Ci take things out of the bag one by one.

Xie Ci put the cardboard boxes aside.

He then took out several packets of pastries from another bag.

"These are for you. Keep them at home so you can have a snack when you're hungry."

Fu Hua glanced at it; it didn't look like something you could buy in a regular shopping mall or supply and marketing cooperative.

"Where did you buy it?"

"Friendship Store".