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

Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and looked at Xie Ci again.

He was talking to Chen Shi, and as he spoke, he laughed, revealing his white teeth.

Throughout the entire process, his gaze never once strayed towards Sun Jing.

He kept putting food on her plate.

I placed the tenderest piece of meat from the belly of the steamed sea bass into her bowl.

The boiled shrimp were peeled, dipped in sauce, and placed on her plate.

Take the roast goose leg, break it open, and give her the meatier half.

"Don't just eat vegetables,"

He served her another bowl of soup, "Have something hot to drink."

Someone across from him took out a cigarette and was about to light it.

Fu Hua frowned slightly.

Xie Ci caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye and immediately looked up: "Old Zhang, there are ladies and children here today, please bear with it."

The man called Lao Zhang paused for a moment, looked at Fu Hua, and quickly put away his cigarette.

"Yes, yes, I forgot, I forgot. Don't mind, sister-in-law."

Fu Hua shook her head and lowered her head to drink her soup.

But my heart felt warm.

She recalled when they first met, Xie Ci also smoked.

One time after they finished having sex, he leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

She frowned and said, "I don't like the smell of smoke."

She never saw him smoke again after that.

She later asked him about it, and he casually replied, "If you don't think about cigarettes, you don't need them."

Fu Hua put down the soup bowl and turned to look at him.

Xie Ci was clinking glasses with Wang Jun when he felt her gaze. He turned his head and winked at her.

Fu Hua's lips curved into a smile.

The meal was lively and enjoyable, and it was coming to an end.

Xie Ci got up and distributed the several large bags he had brought to everyone.

"Fatty, this is for you, a local specialty from Beijing. Share it with your friends when you get back. Tao Li, this bag is for you. Old Zhang, take it, don't be shy..."

Everyone accepted the gifts and expressed their gratitude.

Wang Jun, clutching the bag, his face flushed from drinking, patted Xie Ci's shoulder and wouldn't let go.

"Thank you for your resignation. Will you return to your original military region?"

Xie Ci helped Wang Jun up and shook his head.

Wang Jun muttered to himself, "Back in our military region days, during winter training, when it was below minus twenty degrees Celsius, we'd share a blanket to keep warm..."

His eyes were a little moist. "I really can't bear to part with you guys. Some of you have been transferred to other jobs, some have been promoted, and you're scattered all over the country. It's so hard to see you all."

Xie Ci patted him on the shoulder: "Aren't you the head of the delegation now? You'll definitely be coming to the capital for meetings often in the future, so let's get together often."

Before Wang Jun could say anything more, a commotion suddenly broke out nearby.

"Uh—uh—"

The woman, a military dependent from the countryside, choked suddenly while eating the fish too quickly.

She stretched her neck, and her face instantly turned bright red.

He clutched his throat, stamped his feet, and couldn't utter a word.

"A fishbone...it's stuck..."

Her husband panicked, stood up, and patted her back: "Cough! Cough hard!"

Several comrades nearby also gathered around, offering their suggestions.

Sun Jing stood up, her voice shrill and rapid: "Swallow some food quickly, swallow it down! I've seen people do that in the hospital!"

Wang Jun shouted anxiously, "Pour in vinegar! Pour in vinegar! Vinegar can dissolve thorns!"

The waiter and manager ran in when they heard the commotion.

One person said, "Get him to the hospital quickly," while the other said, "We have vinegar here, bring it quickly."

The woman's husband rushed out, saying, "Thank you, lend me your car keys, I'll take her to the hospital..."

"I'll drive."

After thanking everyone, he stood up and started to leave.

Amidst the chaos, the eldest sister-in-law's face had turned purple from holding her breath.

By the time we got to the hospital, the daylily was already too cold.

"Don't swallow rice, don't drink vinegar, that's even more dangerous."

A clear, gentle voice, not loud, steadily suppressed all the noise.

Everyone was taken aback and looked at the person who had spoken.

Fu Hua stood up from her seat and walked over.

She walked unhurriedly and calmly to her sister-in-law.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at her throat.

"Don't cough so hard."

Her voice was calm and steady. "The more you cough, the deeper it pierces."

The older sister-in-law covered her neck and looked at her in horror.

Fu Hua's gaze fell on her face, and she said gently, "Sister-in-law, relax, don't be nervous. Come on, open your mouth, let me see."

She didn't get too close, nor did she offend anyone; she just stood there, her tone and demeanor inexplicably convincing.

The eldest sister-in-law opened her mouth.

Fu Hua glanced at it and nodded: "It's not deep, just near the tonsils."

She turned around and picked up a clean little spoon from the table.

"Lower your head, bend over, and cough gently. I'll help you press down the back of your tongue."

The elder sister-in-law did as she was told.

Fu Hua gently pressed her tongue down with the handle of the spoon, her voice steady: "Come on, follow me, one, two, three... cough."

The older sister-in-law coughed suddenly.

With a soft "click," a small piece of fish bone, stained with a little blood, was spat into the dish.

So... he just vomited it up?

The air suddenly felt lighter.

The elder sister-in-law gasped for breath, tears welling up in her eyes, and tightly gripped Fu Hua's hand.

"Oh my god! I almost met my end! Girl, you're amazing!"

Previously, when people heard that he was a student, they didn't think much of it.

Her husband rushed back, saw the fishbone had been spat out, his legs went weak, and he leaned on the table, panting heavily.

He kept saying, "Thank you, thank you..."

Fu Hua shook her head and put down the spoon.

Today is Xie Ci's turn to host, so if anything happens to someone here...

That's not pretty!

"I studied medicine as an elective in school and learned some first aid knowledge, so I just happened to come across this opportunity."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Swallowing rice and drinking vinegar are old methods, which can easily push the fish bone deeper. If it really punctures the esophagus, it will be dangerous."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

The way those comrades looked at Fu Hua changed completely.

I just thought the person I was thanking was just pretty.

They're looking at something rare right now.

"Students from Kyoto University are just different..."

"This girl is really talented!"

The elder sister-in-law held Fu Hua's hand tightly, her eyes brimming with tears as she expressed her gratitude.

Fu Hua patted her hand, said nothing, and turned to walk back.

In the corner, Sun Jing stood there, her lips pressed tightly together, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Xie Ci stood still, his gaze never leaving Fu Hua from beginning to end.

She walked over and passed by him.

He didn't move, he just stared at her.

His eyes were dark and deep, yet they couldn't hide his amazement and pride.

After the dinner, everyone went home.

Xie Ci drove the Jeep, and Fu Hua sat in the passenger seat.

The car drove into the night, and the streetlights receded one by one.

Xie Ci gripped the steering wheel and glanced at Fu Hua.

"I didn't know you knew medicine."

Fu Hua smiled but didn't say anything.

She leaned back in her chair, watching the neon lights flash by outside the window.

He knows more than just medicine.

In her past life, she performed so many surgeries that she couldn't count them on two hands.

It's just that she prefers doing scientific research.

Xie Ci glanced at her again, but didn't ask any more questions. He simply reached out and took her hand.

His hands were warm, and he enveloped her hands completely in his palms.

Fu Hua didn't struggle and let him hold her hand.

.........

On another street, Chen Shi and Sun Jing walked one after the other.

The streetlights cast long shadows of the two people.

One was in front, and the other was behind, separated by two or three steps.

Chen Shi remained silent the entire way.

Sun Jing walked behind him, looking at his back, feeling a little flustered.

She quickened her pace and followed.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Chen Shi didn't say anything and continued walking forward.

Sun Jing grabbed his arm.

"Chen Shi".

Chen Shi stopped, turned around and looked at her.

The streetlight shone on his face, making his honest face appear terribly cold.

A dark, turbulent feeling welled up in his eyes.