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

The days that followed were peaceful and uneventful.

Tan Rongrong goes out for fun every day, wandering through the streets and alleys of Beijing all by herself.

She took many beautiful photos with the imported Sony camera that Li Yan bought for her.

Li Yan goes to get off work and leaves work as usual every day, diligently conducting experiments in Huaxin's laboratory.

Tan Rongrong's culinary skills became a gentle rope that kept Li Yan by her side.

Every evening, when Li Yan pushes open the gate to his small courtyard, he can always smell the aroma of cooked food.

The rich and savory flavor of braised pork belly, the fresh and crisp taste of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and the delicate sweetness of pork rib soup...

He squeezed through the crack in the door, and the fatigue of the day instantly vanished.

It feels so good to have family around.

He knew his sister was worried about his health, so she tried her best to cook delicious meals for him.

Every time I enter the house, I see her busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron.

The tenderness in Li Yan's eyes deepened even further.

That noon, Fu Hua suggested in the lab, "Everyone has been working hard lately, let's have dinner together tonight and relax."

Zhou Ming nodded, and the others echoed his agreement.

Only Li Yan remembered his younger sister waiting for him at home.

He shook his head: "I won't go. I have to go back and be with Rongrong."

"Rongrong? Is that your younger sister who came to Beijing?"

Cheng Jin's eyes lit up, and she suggested with a smile, "Perfect timing, we haven't met your younger sister yet, why don't we bring her along?"

Engineer Chen chimed in, "We've met everyone else's families except Zhou Ming's, we're just missing yours."

Li Yan's complexion has visibly improved during this period.

Originally thin and frail, her face now has more color.

She seems to have gained a little weight, and even her eyes look different.

He looks calm and energetic.

This made everyone curious about what this snail fairy looked like that caused Li Yan to change so much.

Fu Hua nodded, her tone gentle: "Bring her along, it'll be more fun with more people."

Li Yan paused, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

He wanted his sister to meet everyone, but he was also afraid that she would be reserved, scared, and uncomfortable in such a setting.

He thought for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, I'll call her and ask her first."

He picked up the landline, dialed his home number, and his fingers tightened slightly.

His eyes held a hint of expectation, but also a touch of apprehension at the thought of putting her in a difficult position.

The call was answered quickly, and Tan Rongrong's soft, sweet voice came through: "Brother Yan?"

"Rongrong, the team is having dinner together tonight, and I'd like to bring you along so you can meet my colleagues. Everyone wants to meet you."

Li Yan spoke softly and patiently, asking, "Are you willing?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Tan Rongrong's cheerful voice:

"Of course I'm willing."

She was originally planning to find an excuse to go tomorrow.

This saves me trouble.

A gentle smile appeared in Li Yan's eyes: "Okay, then I'll go back to pick you up early tonight."

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at everyone in the lab, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the landline phone.

A sense of anticipation suddenly arose in my heart.

He hopes his younger sister can integrate into his life.

He also hopes that everyone will like this younger sister who is so dear to him.

It was late autumn, and it was evening. The wind was biting cold.

Fu Hua booked the team dinner at Da San Yuan Restaurant.

It's a newly opened upscale restaurant in Beijing, specializing in authentic Cantonese cuisine.

At that time, it could be considered a top-tier, grand affair, with impressive decor and gleaming tables and chairs.

It's mainly used for business banquets and receiving foreign guests; ordinary people wouldn't dare to step inside easily.

Zhou Ming, Engineer Chen, Cheng Jin, and the others went out first, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and headed straight for the restaurant.

Fu Hua drove Li Yan to the small courtyard in Shichahai to pick up Tan Rongrong.

As soon as the car turned into the alley, a slender and graceful figure stood at the door.

Tan Rongrong specially changed into the new clothes she had just bought today.

The fabric was smooth and the color was bright; the hair was also neatly combed.

She stood on tiptoe and looked towards the intersection, having waited for quite a while, but the familiar bicycle still hadn't appeared.

Hearing the sound of a car engine approaching, she instinctively looked up.

His eyes lit up instantly, then he froze.

The car has clean lines and a gleaming paint finish.

It was much more impressive than any of the cars she had seen on the street before.

It was a better car than the ones the people who came to see her drove.

Anyone who can afford to drive a car like this must be a powerful and influential person.

She doesn't aspire to become that kind of person.

Her wish was simple: to have a good job with her brother Yan, to have children together, and to live a good life. That would be enough for her.

Those people promised that once the deal was done, they would transfer her job to Beijing.

That way, she could cook for her brother Yan every day.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of her, and Li Yan got out first.

Seeing her standing in the wind, his brows immediately furrowed.

She walked over quickly, her voice filled with concern: "Rongrong, why didn't you wait inside? It's so windy, you'll catch a cold if you're exposed to the cold wind."

As he spoke, he took off his coat and draped it over Tan Rongrong.

Tan Rongrong didn't reply; her gaze was fixed on Fu Hua, who was getting out of the driver's seat.

He froze, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The girl in front of me looked to be no more than twenty years old, or even younger.

She possesses a calm and unique temperament, and her features are bright and beautiful.

Wearing a simple and elegant coat, with an upright posture, he exuded an aura that commanded respect, even though he wasn't wearing anything flashy.

Who is she?

Surprise, envy, and a hint of inexplicable unease mingled together, pressing on her heart and leaving her momentarily speechless.

"Rongrong?"

Li Yan reached out and gently shook her arm. "What are you daydreaming about?"

Tan Rongrong suddenly came to her senses, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

Li Yan smiled and introduced them to the two: "Fu Hua, this is my sister, Tan Rongrong. Rongrong, this is the Fu Hua I told you about."

Fu Hua walked forward confidently and gently shook hands.

In a gentle and polite tone: "Hello, Rongrong. I've often heard Li Yan mention you. It's great to finally meet you today. You have very beautiful eyes."

"Thanks."

This was the first time Tan Rongrong had ever heard such a straightforward compliment.

Her fingertips tightened slightly, and she quickly withdrew her hand after lightly touching Fu Hua's. Her heart was beating a little fast.

The woman in front of me was not only capable, but also so beautiful and polite.

She was both envious and nervous, and her voice softened slightly: "Hello, Comrade Fu..."

Fu Hua smiled slightly.

After getting on the bus, Tan Rongrong sat properly with her hands on her knees and even her breathing became soft.

The car was spacious and warm, a completely different world from the bicycles and buses she used to ride.

She glanced discreetly at the interior of the car, a growing sense of unease creeping into her heart.

It turns out that Brother Yan's life now is something she could never have imagined.

Comrade Fu Hua is amazing; she not only appears on TV, but she can also drive herself.

When will she be able to drive by herself?

Then, she will take her brother Yan on a trip.

The car drove all the way to the entrance of the Da Sanyuan Restaurant.

Tan Rongrong was stunned again the moment she got out of the car.

She thought that at most she would eat at state-run restaurants.

But in front of...

Tan Rongrong tugged at her skirt, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

The restaurant's facade is incredibly grand, like a palace.

The glass doors and windows were spotless, and the people coming and going were all well-dressed; even the greeters at the door wore smiles.

This place was unattainable for her, like another world.

She subconsciously glanced at Li Yan beside her, only to see that he looked calm and walked with a composed gait.

It's as if eating at a place like this is the most ordinary thing in the world.

Tan Rongrong couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Brother Yan, have you been here before?"