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

Cheng Yue spotted Fu Hua immediately; she always stood out in the crowd.

Her off-white silk blouse made her skin appear even whiter.

The charcoal gray trousers accentuated her long, slender legs.

The ends of her jet-black hair swayed gently with her footsteps.

She doesn't need to be deliberately flamboyant; she exudes a composure and confidence that ordinary girls would never have.

Cheng Yue immediately stopped with a smile and came over to greet her, "Fu Hua, what a coincidence, you're here for dinner too?"

Fu Hua nodded slightly.

Cheng Yue stepped aside and introduced her in a warm tone: "This is my friend, her name is Xiao Ran."

"Xiao Ran, this is Fu Hua, a cardiology expert from Beijing. She was on TV recently!"

Fu Hua extended her hand, a polite, standard smile on her face: "Hello."

The girl named Xiao Ran glanced up and down.

Although her family wasn't in the scientific research field, they had heard about this.

However, she didn't believe that a female student could be so capable.

To achieve so much on one's own, one must have countless people supporting one another.

Xiao Ran stared at Fu Hua's hand, then glanced sideways at Cheng Yue's urging gaze beside her.

Without even touching it, he quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of disapproval and displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Cheng Yue's smile faltered for a moment, but he didn't seem to notice.

He then extended an invitation: "Fu Hua, what a coincidence! Why don't we sit down together? Call your friends, join the fun, and have some roast duck."

It just so happens that he also wants to get to know Fu Hua's friends.

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl named Xiao Ran immediately spoke up.

Her tone was soft and coquettish: "Cheng Yue, it's Auntie's birthday today, she'll be here soon."

She gave Cheng Yue a reproachful look, her reason straightforward: "Auntie doesn't like eating with strangers, have you forgotten?"

Cheng Yue thought about it and realized it wasn't appropriate.

Fu Hua had already withdrawn her hand and smiled faintly: "It's alright, my friend is already waiting for me in the private room, so I won't bother you any longer. Let's have dinner together again next time."

Cheng Yue's face showed a hint of disappointment. He wanted to say something more, but Xiao Ran gently tugged at his arm.

He had no choice but to give up: "Alright, you go first, and I'll contact you later."

"it is good."

Fu Hua nodded slightly, turned around and followed the waiter into her private room.

Meanwhile, Cheng Yue was also half-pulled and half-dragged into the private room next door by the girl.

As soon as she entered the door, Xiao Ran's face darkened.

Cheng Yue was still savoring the chance encounter and didn't notice the strange behavior of the person next to him.

The atmosphere in the private room was somewhat awkward.

Cheng Yue leaned back in his chair, his eyes glazed over, completely oblivious to Xiao Ran's odd expression.

The scene of his chance encounter with Fu Hua was still replaying in his mind.

My heart was filled with anticipation and trepidation; I kept hoping to see her again later.

Or he could take the initiative to go over and greet her friend.

He should have asked her earlier if she wasn't angry.

Xiao Ran sat next to her, her smile long since frozen.

She said several things, but Cheng Yue didn't respond to a single one; he seemed completely distracted the whole time.

He didn't even glance in her direction.

She was seething with anger, her face contorted with embarrassment, a mixture of resentment and rage.

Just now, she realized that Cheng Yue's feelings for that woman were not pure.

What could we do?

The Cheng family's financial situation and connections were far superior to my family's.

Being able to get close to Cheng Yue was a tremendous stroke of luck for her.

Remembering her mother's words before she left, she gritted her teeth and immediately put on a gentle and sweet smile.

She told herself secretly that it was okay, boys are often oblivious, and if she took the initiative and was more sensible, she could always warm his heart.

Then, she leaned forward slightly, her voice soft and gentle.

She fawned over Cheng Yue, circling around him eagerly.

"Brother Cheng Yue, what kind of tea would you like to drink? Longjing or flower tea? This shop is very famous for its tea."

"Anything is fine, it doesn't matter."

Cheng Yue's eyes were unfocused, clearly indicating he wasn't listening attentively.

Xiao Ran's eyes flickered slightly: "How about oolong tea? I remember Auntie's favorite."

Upon hearing what his mother liked, Cheng Yue immediately smiled and said, "Good, I didn't expect you to remember."

"Of course! My aunt really liked me when I was little, and she even wanted to take me in as her goddaughter, don't you remember?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten."

Cheng Yue had been pulled back to his senses.

Xiao Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

She called the waiter to order tea, then smiled and handed him an exquisite gift box.

She proudly waved it around, saying, "Look, this is a birthday gift I picked out for Auntie. It's an imported silk scarf, the style is very elegant, and the color... do you think Auntie will like it?"

Cheng Yue nodded.

Hearing Fu Hua ordering food from the next private room, his eyes paused slightly.

Xiao Ran kept talking, asking him what he wanted to eat one minute and then trying to start a conversation about something else the next.

But Cheng Yue became absent-minded again, occasionally humming in response.

His gaze drifted out the window, he was indifferent and showed no interest whatsoever.

The entrance to Quanjude was bustling with traffic.

A gleaming Santana slowly drove in and came to a smooth stop in the parking lot.

Passing diners and waiters all turned their heads and whispered envious comments.

In Beijing in 88, this Santana cost nearly 18 yuan.

An ordinary worker might not earn that much even after a lifetime of work.

This is definitely a top-of-the-line private car; ordinary people would never even dream of owning one.

Inside the car, Cheng's mother leaned back in the leather seat.

A smug smile played on his lips as his fingertips lightly traced the edge of the car window.

A hint of resentment lingered in her heart; she had initially set her sights on two top-of-the-line Toyota Crowns.

That car is truly impressive and classy; driving it makes you look real class.

At that time, I felt the price was too high and I couldn't afford it.

I gritted my teeth and chose a Santana that was much cheaper.

The more I think about it now, the more I regret it, feeling that I am not worthy of her status.

The car came to a stop, and Cheng's mother got out.

She was dressed in an exquisite suit, adorned with jewels.

She subconsciously glanced around the parking lot, her eyes sweeping over the old-fashioned cars and ordinary jeeps beside her, a secret sense of pride creeping into her heart.

My Santana is the most impressive of all; no one can compare.

But as soon as her gaze shifted to the diagonal front, she froze instantly.

A gleaming black Toyota Crown was parked there quietly.

Its lines are solid and elegant, clearly indicating its high value.

It was the very model she had longed for but couldn't bring herself to buy.

The driver parked the car and came over, looking at the Crown and couldn't help but sigh softly, "This car is a genuine imported top-of-the-line model, it must have cost at least 300,000 yuan after all the fees."

Only high-ranking officials with real power can afford to drive one.

They're either top-tier bosses with deep pockets, definitely not ordinary people.

Even the Cheng family is still a bit lacking.

Looking at the Crown, Cheng's mother's eyes were filled with envy.

He feigned nonchalance, saying, "It's just a car; our Santana is sufficient."

He said that, but his regret only deepened.

With a soft sigh, she straightened her clothes and strode into the restaurant.

As soon as she entered, a waiter approached her with a smile, intending to lead her to a private room.

Just then, someone came over to ask for directions, making a lot of noise.

Annoyed by the chaos, Cheng's mother casually asked for the approximate location of the private room.

He waved his hand and said there was no need to lead the way; he could find it himself.

She walked down the corridor without noticing the room number and pushed open the door to the private room where Fu Hua was.