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

Fu Hua looked down and examined the packaging.

Tsushi's Kishin cream cakes and butter cookies,

I also ordered chestnut cake from Shanghai Ruby, along with several boxes of fancy scallion pancakes and cream soda.

Scrolling down further, several boxes with foreign language printing were revealed.

Danish Blue Tin Cookies, Swiss Candy, Toblerone Chocolate, Cadbury.

She looked up, her fingertips lightly touching the tin box, her heart melting completely.

Sweetness spread from my heart to my face, and even my breath was filled with its sweet fragrance.

"Comrade Xie, did you bring the Friendship Store home with you? You bought so much?"

Xie Ci scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I was worried you'd be hungry, so I made sure you ate a variety of dishes. Finish your meal quickly, then I'll buy more."

Fu Hua flipped through the price tags on the packaging and did some mental calculations.

A box of Danish cookies costs at least 50 yuan.

It can equal half a month's salary for an ordinary worker.

With such a large pile, there must be several hundred, right?

"I didn't realize you were such a big spender."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of reproach.

But there was no blame in her tone; instead, it was soft and gentle.

"Giving you money is different."

Xie Ci looked at her with eyes full of affection.

"loquacious,"

Fu Hua glanced at him sideways with her eyes, then quickly looked away, her ears burning slightly.

She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Xie Ci's military uniform was a little wrinkled.

Several creases were pressed into the hem of the dress, and the shoulders were also somewhat uneven.

"Take it off."

With a smile in her eyes, she pointed to the military uniform: "Let me iron it for you, otherwise people will say that I'm not a good enough boyfriend."

Xie Ci looked down and saw that there were indeed some wrinkles.

Fu Hua turned to grab the iron: "Hurry up and take them off."

Xie Ci's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly took off his coat and handed it to her.

Fu Hua took the clothes and laid them on the ironing board.

The iron heated up, wisps of steam rising from it.

Xie Ci sat on the chair next to her, watching her.

The setting sun shone through the window, falling on the floor and on her.

She bent over, holding the iron, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles, one by one.

His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, and he was so focused that it was as if he were doing something very important.

The golden light outlined a soft contour on her face.

A few stray hairs slipped down from behind her ears and fell to the side of her face.

Xie Ci just stared at him without blinking.

After Fu Hua finished ironing her sleeves, she looked up and met his gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

"You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of looking at you."

"Comrade Xie, you're getting greasy."

Fu Hua smiled slightly and continued ironing.

Xie Ci smiled and leaned back in his chair.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the soft hissing sound of the iron pressing against the fabric.

As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, the light and shadow shifted inch by inch.

Fu Hua ironed out the last crease, picked up the clothes to look at them, and turned around.

"Okay, take a look."

Xie Ci took the clothes and draped them over his arm.

He looked at Fu Hua, slowly reached out, and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

The movement was very light; his fingertips brushed against her earlobe.

"Thank you, Huahua."

Fu Hua didn't dodge, but scolded playfully, "Aren't you going to hurry up? Aren't you afraid your comrades will get impatient?"

"We agreed to meet at 7 o'clock, there's still time, no rush."

With that, Xie Ci turned and walked to the table.

He took out a box of butter cookies from the pile of snacks, opened it, picked up a cookie, and held it to Fu Hua's lips.

Open your mouth.

Fu Hua smiled and took a bite.

The buttery flavor melts in your mouth, crisp and sweet.

It definitely tastes better than ordinary old-fashioned pastries.

Xie Ci put the remaining half into his own mouth, using the spot where she had bitten it.

Fu Hua also picked up a piece and held it to his mouth.

He bit his apology, his eyes crinkling into a smile.

The two stood in the sunset, looked at each other and smiled.

.........

The jeep drove out of the alley and merged into the traffic.

Xie Ci gripped the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at Fu Hua.

Fu Hua leaned against the passenger seat, watching the street scenes flash by outside the window.

After driving for a while, we saw that there was construction ahead, and the road was narrowed by half.

The car slowed down and moved forward slowly, hugging the barriers.

Fu Hua's gaze fell on the window.

Beside the construction fence, a person in drab gray overalls was squatting on the ground.

A man with a cigarette dangling from his lips stood nearby, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

He poked the man in the back while cursing.

"Hurry up! Working so slowly doesn't look like a young person. No slacking off, no dawdling."

The person squatting had their head down, so their face couldn't be seen, their shoulders were hunched, and they moved to the side.

The stick was poked again, this time hitting his arm.

The man didn't say anything or look up.

The car slowly drove past, leaving that scene behind.

Fu Hua couldn't help but look back.

Through the rear window, the crouching figure grew smaller and smaller until it was finally hidden by the fence.

"What are you looking at?"

He declined the question.

Fu Hua turned back.

"It's nothing."

Her expression shifted slightly, and she smiled, saying, "Perhaps I misread it."

The sun was setting, and visibility wasn't very good.

She leaned back in her chair, but the image of that crouching figure kept flashing through her mind.

That profile, that head-down posture, looks a bit like Chen Zhe.

But then I felt it was impossible.

Although Chen Zhe's family had fallen on hard times, they still maintained their connections.

I can just ask someone to find me a job as a contract worker.

Surely not, he wouldn't have to work as a laborer on a construction site?

"arrive."

The sound of thanks brought her back to reality.

Fu Hua looked up; outside the window was the sign for a Cantonese restaurant.

The neon lights came on, flashing in the twilight.

Most of the Cantonese restaurants in the Wangfujing area are located in small buildings facing the street or in courtyards deep in alleys.

The storefront isn't large, but it exudes a rare refinement.

The glass door was polished to a shine, and a small sign with red background and gold lettering hung on it.

It says "Guangzhou Cuisine", "Mingzhu Seafood", and "A Jing Cantonese Cuisine".

A 28-inch Volga and a Shanghai sedan were parked at the entrance.

Upper-class people dressed in Zhongshan suits or Western suits, carrying briefcases or gift boxes.

Various roasted meat models were displayed in the glass shop window.

Glossy roast goose, crispy pigeon, and char siu.

Under the warm light, it gleamed with an enticing sheen, a brightness rarely seen in Beijing.

It's so good it makes your mouth water.

Xie Ci took the gift from the trunk, and the two walked through the revolving glass doors together.

The waiter, wearing a white shirt and black bow tie, bowed and opened the door: "Sir, Madam, please come in. Do you have a reservation?"

His Mandarin has a slight Cantonese accent.

Xie Ci gave the name of the private room, and the waiter nodded and led the two inside.

At the end of the corridor, the door opened, and a lively atmosphere greeted us.

The private room was already full, with seven or eight men and women.

Two or three children were running around among the tables and chairs, their screams and laughter mingling together.

The room fell silent for a second the moment the door opened.

All eyes were on the doorway.

Fu Hua stood next to Xie Ci, wearing a long white dress.

Wearing a beige trench coat, her hair was loose, with a few strands gently blowing in the wind in the corridor.

"Oh dear..."

A chubby man was the first to react.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Xie Ci, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you!"

His gaze fell on Fu Hua, his eyes flashing with amazement.

He then looked at Xie Ci, his face crinkling with laughter.

"Is this your sister-in-law?"

Xie Ci took a step forward and naturally put his arm around Fu Hua's waist.

"This is my girlfriend, Fu Hua."

The fat man looked Fu Hua up and down and clicked his tongue twice.

"Thank you, you're really something! Your wife is so beautiful and outstanding, you're so lucky!"

Several people nearby joined in the commotion.

"That's right, our Deputy Division Chief Xie always has excellent judgment!"

"Sister-in-law, please sit down, don't stand."

Xie Ci led Fu Hua inside and introduced her to each of the staff members.