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

Fu Hua slightly raised her eyelids, her eyes glistening with tears.

She reached out and pushed his chest, her expression a mixture of reproach and anger.

"Go take a shower first."

Xie Ci's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He kissed her lips again, then got up and walked towards the bathroom.

He walked to the door and looked back at her, smiling like a child who had just received a new toy.

Fu Hua leaned back on the sofa, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved up.

Xie Ci, in bed, never disappointed her.

Sometimes he would be extremely gentle, pleasing her inch by inch, until she softened into a pool of water.

Sometimes he's incredibly domineering, giving her no chance to breathe.

They only stopped when she begged for mercy repeatedly.

How many compatible people can one meet in a lifetime?

The moonlight outside the window is just right.

Light and shadow shift and change.

The morning sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the floor.

A small piece, slowly growing longer, spreading out, then slowly shrinking and disappearing.

The afternoon light was warm and shone on the military uniform casually draped over the sofa.

At dusk, the light and shadow are orange, casting slanted shadows on the wall through the glass.

The moon rises and sets.

day to day.

The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled in the wind.

When it rains, raindrops hit the glass, and streaks of water slide down.

After the weather cleared up, the sunlight was so bright that you wanted to squint.

The old lady across the street goes out to buy groceries at the same time every day, carrying the same cloth bag.

The children downstairs were running around, their laughter drifting up, faint and indistinct.

One day, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted in through the window.

You can smell it even through the glass; it's sweet.

Soon, late autumn will end, and winter will arrive.

The leaves have started to fall.

Withered yellow leaves twirled and fell, carpeting the ground.

Fu Hua sometimes gets up early, and sometimes sleeps until the sun is high in the sky.

Xie Ci comes every day.

When I'm there, there's always activity in the kitchen, and the aroma of porridge fills the whole house.

When leaving, they would leave a note on the table, with neat handwriting and few words.

She visited the research station several times, and it was already dark when she returned.

We also go to Huaning Textile on Sundays, and Zhang Wen always keeps talking to her about it.

Cai Xiaoyan has fully mastered the work in the store.

Whether it's inventory management or accounting, she learns it very quickly and has an exceptional ability to grasp concepts.

The skill of welcoming and seeing off guests doesn't need to be taught.

The number of customers is increasing day by day.

Cheng Yue appeared twice more, once in the cafeteria and once at the school gate.

She would always pretend not to see it and walk away.

Cheng Yue didn't press the matter further.

It was another Saturday, and it started to drizzle early in the morning.

He declined to see Fu Hua off to school and they agreed to have lunch together.

After finishing her experiment at the research station, Fu Hua sent the results to Professor Yan and prepared to go home.

Pushing open the door to Professor Yan's office, I found him staring blankly at a stack of documents on his desk.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and smiled.

"Huahua, delivering a report? No rush, come, sit down."

Fu Hua sat down opposite him.

Professor Yan handed her the document in his hand.

"Look, it's been decided."

Fu Hua took it and glanced at it a few times.

Official documents, with few words but very clear meaning.

This interdisciplinary biomedical project

It will be jointly undertaken by Tsinghua University and Peking University.

However, in the end, whether or not you get the project depends on the results.

She looked up at Professor Yan.

Professor Yan leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table.

"First, prepare the materials: tender documents, application form, budget, attachments, including the intentions of clinical partners and the preliminary trial protocol."

He paused, then continued, "After it's done, there will be someone from above to review it."

Fu Hua nodded.

"clear."

She was very familiar with all these scientific research procedures.

Professor Yan took a sip of tea and asked, "This project requires clinical cooperation hospitals. Have you decided which one to partner with?"

Fu Hua shook her head.

Several options raced through her mind.

The most reliable option is the affiliated hospital of our university.

Since we belong to the same system, and with Professor Yan involved, there are many teachers and alumni, so there's no need to build connections from scratch.

It's convenient for me to go to clinical trials every day.

However, their skill level is average and they cannot support high-end projects.

The top three in the region are also good.

There are plenty of patients and beds available, and the department head has a lot of power, able to make direct decisions on collaborations.

Suitable for medium to large-scale trials that require a large amount of clinical data.

As for the top specialized hospitals in the country...

Anzhen Hospital and Fuwai Hospital represent the pinnacle of cardiology.

If you get in, the results you publish carry significant weight, making you far ahead of others when applying for national funding.

However, the threshold is extremely high, and not just anyone can get in touch with them.

That day, Xie Ci said he knew someone at Anzhen Hospital.

However, she didn't want to use his relationship.

She had a plan in mind.

First, we went to the affiliated hospital of our university to conduct preliminary experiments and obtain initial data.

Then, take the data and knock on the doors of Anzhen or Fuwai.

Take it one step at a time.

Professor Yan then asked, "Which direction are you planning to pursue?"

Fu Hua came to her senses.

"heart."

She composed herself and said, "Early screening and intervention for heart disease, combined with genetic testing and imaging data, can be used to build predictive models. If we can obtain enough clinical samples, we can also conduct target research."

Professor Yan's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"The approach is correct."

He nodded. "In the field of cardiology, there are plenty of patients and a lot of data, making it easy to implement research results. Moreover, this field is just starting out in China and is still in the exploratory stage abroad, so there are great opportunities."

Fu Hua remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Professor Yan looked at her with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Don't worry about the school. I'm here and will give them my full support."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Should I put in a good word with the partner hospital? I know the director of Anzhen Hospital."

Fu Hua shook her head.

"No need. I can manage on my own."

Professor Yan looked at her for two seconds and then smiled.

"OK."

He leaned back in his chair. "Take your time. We have two months to prepare. No rush."

Fu Hua stood up.

"Then I'll be going now, Professor."

Professor Yan waved his hand, his tone warm and familiar:

"It's lunchtime, come home with me. Your teacher's wife was talking about you this afternoon, saying she hasn't seen you in a long time."

Fu Hua's fingertips paused slightly, and her expression softened when she looked up.

Yet he remained calm and composed, his tone steady and gentle:

"Thank you, Professor. Please also thank your wife for me. I will remember it."

She lowered her eyes slightly, her reason both practical and reasonable:

"I made plans with someone today, he should be arriving soon."

"Is that Xie family brat?"

Professor Yan gave a half-smile.

Fu Hua did not deny it.

"Alright, since it's a date for you young people, I won't force you to stay."

Professor Yan smiled and said, "Come over for dinner again next week."

"it is good."

She smiled and said, "Next week, I'll come to visit you and your wife again, and then I'll treat you to a nice meal."

As Fu Hua left the research station, the rain intensified.

She stood on the porch, looking at the gray sky, the dense rain, and the puddles of water on the ground.

A jeep was parked at the bottom of the steps.

Xie Ci came down with an umbrella, walked around, and opened the passenger door.

"I'm late, get in the car quickly."

Fu Hua looked at him, a smile curving her lips, and quickly ran over and got into the car.

Xie Ci closed his umbrella, got into the car from the other side, and started the engine.

The windshield wipers made a slight noise as they moved back and forth across the windshield.

"Where shall we eat?"

Fu Hua asked.

Xie Ci turned his head and glanced at her.

"You'll know when we get there."