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

Professor Yan sighed, full of emotion: "Even geniuses have to work hard. I saw all the hardships she endured."

She funded her research herself, pulling countless all-nighters from last year to this year. Her achievements today are entirely deserved. This girl is so admirable!

Hua Ning Textile is also bustling with activity at this moment.

In Hualing Textile, the loudspeakers are broadcasting the news.

The employees immediately swarmed around the 28-inch color television.

Cai Xiaoyan and Zhang Wen were also squeezed in the middle.

The television screen then switched to the press conference venue.

When Fu Hua calmly retorted to the male reporter, and he eventually slunk away,

Zhang Wen stared intently, stomping her feet in anger: "Hey! That male reporter was like a rat in the street, so fierce one second, so cowardly the next!"

Huahua is amazing! She left him speechless!

Cai Xiaoyan's mother and Zhang Wen's mother were also present, both looking at the screen with deep emotion.

Zhang's mother smiled and sighed, "Fu Hua is such an outstanding child. She has achieved so much at such a young age. Her parents would be so proud if they knew!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Everyone around her turned to look at her, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

Zhang's mother blushed and quickly blamed herself, "Oh dear, look at me, I misspoke."

Everyone had only heard a little about Fu Hua severing ties with her family.

Zhang Wen and the others rarely gossip about these things.

Zhang's mother quickly tried to smooth things over, sighing, "Nothing in life is perfect; there are losses and gains."

"They don't acknowledge Huahua; it's their own bad luck. Such a good child, she'll be so successful in the future!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and continued to watch the TV, praising Fu Hua's achievements.

Fu family side

Fu Xiao is off today, and everyone else happens to be here too.

In the living room, brothers Fu Xiao, Fu Songchuan, and Fu Youchuan, along with their nanny Aunt Liu, were all sitting in front of a 22-inch television.

Fu Hua's voice came from the television, and the group held their breath.

Looking at the screen, Fu Xiao exclaimed with emotion, "Look at our Huahua! She's so accomplished! She's a true gem of the Fu family, bringing honor to our family!"

Fu Songchuan echoed, his face full of pride: "Exactly! Who would have thought that she could make such a breakthrough at such a young age? She's truly amazing!"

Fu Youchuan, standing to the side, kept his lips pursed and remained silent.

He used to look down on his younger sister, thinking she was too aloof.

But now, Fu Hua is like a shooting star that suddenly streaks across the night sky.

Its radiant light had long since vanished from him, becoming something he could no longer reach.

He felt inexplicably uneasy.

Yet, I couldn't quite describe what it felt like.

Fu Xiao turned around and called out, "Yu Rou, come down and watch TV, Hua Hua is on TV."

Su Yurou poked her head out from the second-floor stairwell.

Her voice was calm: "I just got back, and I have too much to pack. You guys can take a look; I won't join in the fun."

Chaochao is still in prison, no one understands or loves him, and his life is miserable.

Fu Hua is currently enjoying great popularity and is attracting a lot of attention.

They don't need her as their biological mother.

No matter how much she achieves

Su Yurou felt only resentment, not a shred of genuine relief.

.........

Time flies, and it's already the end of July, with the summer heat in full swing.

The train station was bustling with people and filled with noise.

Fu Hua made a special trip to see Sun Jing, Chen Shi, and An An, a family of three, back to their hometown.

She gave a few simple instructions in a calm tone: "Take An'an for her follow-up check-ups on time when you get home, and don't let the child get too tired."

Pay close attention to your diet, and call me anytime if you have any problems.

Sun Jing's eyes reddened as she held Fu Hua's hand and thanked Chen Shi repeatedly.

Her words were full of gratitude: "Huahua, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, An'an would never have recovered. Our whole family owes you a life. We will remember this kindness forever."

An'an, clutching a painting, timidly handed it to Fu Hua.

She whispered, "Sister, I drew this myself. It's for you."

Fu Hua took the drawing; it depicted a girl in white.

The eyebrows and facial features are remarkably similar to my own; the lines, though immature, are exceptionally vivid.

She smiled and patted An'an's head, praising her sincerely: "Our An'an draws so well, she has a special talent for drawing. If she studies hard in the future, she will definitely become a little painter."

She then looked at Sun Jing and Chen Shi, and said earnestly, "An'an is healthier now, and the education and medical conditions in Beijing are much better."

"If you have the opportunity in the future, you should try to bring your child to Beijing to develop their career. It will be more beneficial for their future."

These words were all sincere and entirely for the benefit of their family of three.

"I will."

Chen Shi nodded solemnly, keeping the matter firmly in mind, and secretly planned to find an opportunity to be transferred to Beijing in the future.

Fu Hua then took out a small teardrop pendant.

The pendant is completely translucent and contains gentle, harmless spring water.

She half-squatted down and gently placed the pendant around An'an's neck: "Wear this pendant with you at all times; it will protect you and keep you safe and sound."

An'an touched the cool, beautiful pendant, her eyes sparkling.

She nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Sister Fu. I will cherish it and wear it forever."

Soon, the departure bell rang.

The family of three boarded the train. Just before it departed, Sun Jing peeked out.

He shouted loudly at Fu Hua, "Hua Hua, we'll definitely come to your wedding banquet when you and Xie Ci get married!"

Fu Hua stood there, her cheeks slightly flushed, and waved goodbye to them with a smile.

Only after the train slowly pulled away and disappeared from sight did he turn around and walk back.

On her way back, she passed a corner of the platform.

I caught a glimpse of a young porter wearing a red hat; his figure looked strangely familiar.

The young man was not very old, had dark skin, and was wearing faded work clothes.

She was carrying her luggage with her head down, looking thin and forlorn.

Fu Hua's heart skipped a beat, and a name flashed through her mind: Chen Zhe.

She thought she had seen him at a construction site before.

Fu Hua took a few steps closer, wanting to get a better look.

When she reached the area where they had just been moving things,

The figure wearing the red hat has vanished without a trace.

Only a few porters were left at the scene, still moving luggage.

Fu Hua looked around but couldn't find the familiar face.

She frowned and shook her head, assuming that she was just too tired lately and her eyes were playing tricks on her, mistaking the person for someone else.

Seeing that it was getting late, and having arranged to have dinner with people from Huaning Textile at Quanjude, she didn't linger any longer and turned to leave the station.

……

At the entrance of Quanjude, it was lunchtime and the place was bustling with noise.

Fu Hua parked the car, opened the door, and went inside.

She gave the number of the private room she had booked in advance, and the waiter immediately smiled and led her inside.

Just as I turned the corner of the corridor, I ran into Cheng Yue.

He wore a light-colored shirt today, looking quite refreshed.

He was also arm-in-arm with a girl in a floral dress.

She looks quite young and is dressed fashionably.