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

Yes, yes.

Zhou Yun quickly pulled out paper and pen from under the coffee table and handed them over.

Fu Hua took it and started drawing on the paper.

"The first generation, José Arcadio Buendía and Ursula."

They had a son, José Arcadio, a second son, Aureliano, and a daughter, Amaranta.

She spoke as she wrote, her lines clear and her names simple.

"The eldest son, José Arcadio, had Arcadio with Pilar, and married Rebecca but had no children."

The second son, Aureliano, fathered seventeen Aurelianos with seventeen women, and with Fernanda fathered José Arcadio II, Amaranta Ursula…”

She went through each item one by one, creating a mind map that clearly showed the relationships between the names.

Zhou Yun stared at the paper, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Wow, your explanation and drawing make it much clearer!"

She took the picture and looked at it over and over again.

"So Aureliano and Arcadio are uncle and nephew, not brothers! I always get them mixed up."

Fu Hua nodded.

"When you're reading, put this picture next to you and compare it with your reading; it will make things clearer."

Zhou Yun grinned from ear to ear, holding onto Fu Hua's hand tightly.

"Huahua, you're amazing! No wonder you're so outstanding, your mind works so fast."

"The brain is a good thing; it just needs to be used to make it work better."

Xie Ci stood to the side, his gaze fixed on Fu Hua.

She sat there, her expression indifferent, as if she had done something utterly ordinary.

But as he looked at the picture, and at Zhou Yun's expression of sudden realization,

A strange feeling welled up inside me.

He knew she was a good student, excelling in physics and mathematics with ease.

But just now, he realized that...

She's not just smart, she truly understands.

Understanding books, understanding people, understanding what's hidden in those complex and intertwined relationships.

He remembered what she had said, and the way she looked at people.

I recall the calm and composed way she handled things.

Her thoughts were far deeper than he could see.

He stared at her, a hint of adoration in his eyes.

There's something else too, yes, it's a sense of crisis.

When Zhou Yun mentioned "cultured people" earlier, he didn't think much of it.

But now, he suddenly felt that his dishes were indeed not up to par.

He needs to learn.

Not only do I have to study recipes, but I also have to read books, learn, and keep up with her pace.

Fu Hua noticed his gaze and turned her head away.

"What are you looking at?"

Xie Ci snapped out of his daze and smiled.

"You're really something."

Fu Hua paused for a moment, then smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

Zhou Yun stood up and brushed the debris off his clothes.

"Alright, alright, you guys chat, I'll go check if the soup is ready."

She walked towards the kitchen, but halfway there she turned back and winked at Xie Ci.

He didn't see Xie Ci; his gaze was still on Fu Hua.

The aroma of pork rib soup wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the sound of rain outside the window—warm and comforting.

Xie Ci pulled Fu Hua to sit on the sofa to rest.

The phone rang suddenly, and Xie Ci stood up, walked over, and picked up the receiver.

"Feed? Who?"

As he listened to the conversation on the other end, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his brows slowly furrowed.

"When did this happen? Where are you now?"

His voice deepened, and his hand gripping the microphone tightened.

Fu Hua sat on the sofa, watching his back.

Zhou Yun also poked her head out from the kitchen.

"Okay, I understand. I'll be right there."

He thanked her, hung up the phone, and turned around.

"Chen Shi's child suddenly went into shock."

He frowned slightly and spoke faster than usual, "He has been rushed to Anzhen Hospital."

He looked at Fu Hua with an apologetic look in his eyes.

"I need to go over there quickly and check on the situation. You wait here for me, or I can take you home first? I might not be back for a while."

Fu Hua stood up.

"I'll go with you to take a look."

Xie Ci was taken aback for a moment.

Fu Hua picked up her coat and put it on while saying, "I also need to see the director of Anzhen Hospital soon, so I'll go check on things first."

Xie Ci nodded and said nothing more.

Zhou Yun came out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand, looking anxious.

"Chen Shi? What happened to his child? Is he alright?"

"It's not clear yet."

Xie Ci had already reached the door. "Mom, we're leaving now."

"Go on, go on, drive carefully."

Zhou Yun saw her to the door, then waved to Fu Hua, "Hua Hua, Auntie will bring you more porridge tonight."

The door closed, and the two walked quickly outside.

Xie Ci opened the car door, and Fu Hua got in.

The car started, and the engine sounded particularly deep in the rainy night.

The rain hadn't stopped; fine raindrops pattered against the windshield.

The car drove very fast, its wheels splashing through the puddles, creating two rows of water droplets.

Fu Hua looked at the streetlights flashing past the window without saying a word.

Xie Ci gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his face tense.

The jeep turned into the hospital gate and stopped in front of a drab building.

The jeep was parked in front of Anzhen Hospital.

Anzhen Hospital is a five-story building with beige ceramic tiles on its exterior.

On a cloudy early winter day, everything looked rather gray.

There were quite a few people coming and going at the entrance; some were wrapped in military overcoats, and some were wearing blue cotton-padded jackets.

Some people were pushing their bicycles through a small door on the side.

Without a second thought or a sigh, Xie Ci parked the car, and the two quickly walked inside.

The outpatient building was filled with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with a faint wisp of smoke from a coal stove.

The hallway was dimly lit, and some of the white paint on the walls had turned yellow.

A queue formed in front of the registration window; some people were holding children, and others were carrying thermos flasks.

Some people were even squatting in the corner smoking.

They walked through the outpatient building and headed towards the inpatient ward at the back.

The cardiac surgery department is on the third floor.

The staircase is made of terrazzo, with its edges polished to a shine.

There is a green enamel trash can at each corner of each floor.

A thermos stands nearby for patients to get hot water.

At the end of the third-floor corridor, a group of people were gathered in front of the nurses' station.

Chen Shi stood in the middle of the crowd, holding a child in his arms, his face flushed red.

He was wearing military uniform, his clothes were wrinkled, and his back was soaked.

Sun Jing stood beside him, her hair disheveled, her eyes red, and her lips tightly pressed together, as if she were about to cry at any moment.

Upon seeing the thank-you note, Chen Shi's eyes lit up, and he rushed over with his child in his arms.

"Thank you!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling noticeably.

The child in his arms leaned softly against his shoulder, his face buried in the crook of his father's neck, making it impossible to see what was happening.

He quickly went to greet her.

"What happened?"

Chen Shi's lips trembled, and he spoke rapidly: "He was fine in the afternoon, but suddenly he couldn't breathe and his face turned purple. We rushed him to the hospital."

The nurse said the head of cardiac surgery and several doctors were on the operating table and told us to wait.

I've been waiting for almost an hour, and no one has come to even glance at me...

Sun Jing, standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders trembling.

A child is a mother's life.

At this moment, she no longer had any past affection for her children; all she could see were them.

As long as her child is safe and healthy, she is willing to live a life of hardship with her husband, even if it means eating coarse food for the rest of her life. She doesn't want anything else.

Xie Ci glanced towards the nurses' station; several nurses were busy and no one was looking in his direction.

He glanced at the child in Chen Shi's arms, his brows furrowing.