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

Director Sun had something to do today and left early.

Grandpa Xie has a nanny to take care of him.

Grandma Xie pulled Fu Hua to sit at the dining table.

He personally picked up the soup spoon and scooped a spoonful of glistening osmanthus-flavored rice wine into the small bowl in front of her.

Her eyes were full of loving smiles: "Huahua, try this."

The last time you came to our house for dinner, it was your Aunt Zhou who organized it.

She said, "You love osmanthus flowers, so this osmanthus-flavored rice wine is homemade by Grandma, with fresh osmanthus honey. Try it and see if you like it."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Fu Hua picked up the small spoon, gently scooped up a spoonful, and put it into her mouth.

The fermented rice wine is soft, sweet, and has a subtle osmanthus fragrance; it's sweet but not cloying.

The warmth slides down the throat, the taste is mellow and rich, a unique and gentle flavor.

Her brows relaxed slightly, and she said sincerely and earnestly, "It's delicious, Grandma. It's even sweeter and more fragrant than what you buy outside. It's especially delicious."

Grandma Xie beamed with joy upon receiving her praise.

He kept putting food on her plate, his concern for her evident in his eyes.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm and harmonious.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Grandma Xie put down her chopsticks, looked at Fu Hua,

Her tone held a hint of probing and anticipation as she slowly began, "Huahua, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. You and Aci have been together for several years now. You two get along well, understand each other, and care for one another."

Now, both Grandma and Grandpa Xie are very supportive of your relationship and are happy about it.

Have you two planned when to finalize things?

The sudden pressure to get married...

Fu Hua paused slightly in her hand holding the spoon.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks; she hadn't yet decided how to answer.

The landline phone suddenly rang, breaking the slight awkwardness at the dinner table.

Grandma Xie answered the phone and said a few words, then greeted Fu Hua with a smile: "Speak of the devil, and he appears! It's Aci, looking for you."

Fu Hua quickly got up, walked over, and answered the phone.

Xie Ci's familiar voice came through the receiver, slightly hoarse.

Her voice was full of undisguised concern: "Huahua, it's me. Are you at Grandpa's house right now? Did I disturb your meal?"

"I'm here, I didn't disturb you."

Fu Hua walked to the window, softening her voice and speaking in a calm tone.

"Is An'an's surgery over? Did it go smoothly? I've been worried about her."

Xie Ci sounded worried; he was far away on a mission and was constantly concerned about what was happening here.

"The surgery went smoothly, and you have been transferred to a regular ward for observation. Your condition is stable, and you will be discharged soon, so don't worry."

Fu Hua carefully explained An An's situation to him.

Then, casually, the topic of developing a treatment plan for Grandpa Xie came up, and everything was progressing smoothly.

Xie Ci breathed a sigh of relief, then his tone became somewhat apologetic.

She said softly, "Huahua, I'm sorry. We agreed that I would be back in about a month."

But the mission isn't finished yet, and my return will be delayed for a while. I won't be able to be by your side or visit Grandpa and you. Please take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself.

Fu Hua glanced out the window, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

He whispered, "I know you should focus on completing your mission. Don't worry about home. Take care of yourself and stay safe."

The two exchanged a few more words before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

.........

Institute of Chinese Academy of Sciences, Director's Office.

The incandescent light was blindingly bright; Professor Shi stood with his hands hanging at his sides in front of his desk.

His back was ramrod straight, and his face wore an utterly innocent expression.

The director slammed a thick stack of documents onto the table.

With a stern voice: "Shi Jianguo, I'm asking you, why didn't you report this heart valve project, which was proposed by Fu, a student from Peking University, immediately? Huh?"

What kind of place is our Institute of Science and Technology? It's a national-level scientific research hub. How can you suppress such a major issue and not report it? What are you trying to do?

"Did you know that this project recently succeeded in its clinical trials? Do you know what that means?"

Professor Shi forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He bowed and said with a laugh, "Boss, please calm down. It's not that I don't want to report it, it's just that the situation of this project is too special."

The student was too young, and the project was funded privately; the paperwork didn't comply with our department's procedures.

I figured I should first streamline the process and double-check all the data.

I'll report back to you once we've truly achieved significant results, so you don't get disappointed.

He paused, then produced the prepared statement.

Using flattery and sophistry: "Besides, clinical success doesn't guarantee a smooth market launch."

There are countless hurdles to overcome, including pharmacological testing, safety assessments, and manufacturing processes; it's not an easy process.

The director listened to his eloquent explanation, and his brow gradually relaxed.

There have indeed been many clinically successful heart valve projects that ultimately failed.

To be honest, he also thought it was ridiculous for a student to lead a project on his own.

I don't know what Anzhen Hospital was thinking.

Let a female student do whatever she wants.

I heard this female student has a communist background, so it's not surprising.

The director picked up the pen heavily, then gently put it down again.

He sighed, "You're always too cautious. I'll let it go this time, but next time, report any new projects immediately. Don't hide anything again!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the leader is absolutely right, I will definitely pay attention."

Professor Shi nodded with a forced smile, and only after the leader waved his hand did he leave with a sigh of relief.

The moment Professor Shi stepped out of the office, the smile on his face vanished without a trace.

A hint of malice and malice flashed in his eyes.

Fu Hua!

It was this Fu Hua who embarrassed him in public.

If he rejects a proposal, then there is absolutely no chance of him turning things around.

No one will do.

He silently vowed to himself: This project must not be allowed to go public smoothly, absolutely not.

Turning around, Professor Shi headed straight for the Patent Department.

The query results the clerk handed him felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head.

"Professor Shi, I've checked. Fu Hua's application for a patent related to heart valves has been successful, and the certificate will be issued soon."

The documents in Professor Shi's hand fell to the ground with a "thud."

He stood there, stunned, his face turning pale and then flushed in an instant.

The exasperation in his eyes was almost overflowing.

How is that possible?!

He thought a student wouldn't think of that, but it was too late!

He walked out of the patent department, dejected and disoriented.

A row of newly planted saplings by the roadside swayed gently in the wind.

Instructor Shi kicked the sapling, bending it and scattering its leaves all over the ground.

He looked at the dying sapling, the anger still burning in his heart.

"Useless trash, completely worthless!"

Just then, a figure rushed past; it was Yin Xian.

He was holding several lab notebooks in his hand. As he passed by Professor Shi, he tried to pretend he didn't see him and walk away quickly, but Professor Shi stopped him with a stern shout.

"Yin Xian! You stop right there!"

With a gloomy face, Instructor Shi walked a few steps to Yin Xian.

"Am I some kind of monster? Why are you hiding from me?"

"Teacher, I was thinking about the experiment's progress and didn't pay attention. I'm sorry."

Yin Xian lowered his eyes, a fierce glint flashing in them.

Lately, Professor Shi has become increasingly irritable, and he often scolds his subordinates.

He also suffered misfortune, and every now and then they had to find suitable replacements for him.

"Experiment progress? You still have the experiment in mind?"