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

Noticing Li Yan's gaze, Tan Rongrong felt a pang of anxiety, realizing she had said too much.

He quickly put on a bewildered expression.

He explained with a smile, "I just happened to see a few sentences in a book before, I can't remember them clearly, and I don't know if they're right or wrong."

She reacted quickly and spoke naturally, as if she had only seen it by chance.

Although Li Yan felt a little uneasy, he quickly thought about it again.

My younger sister has always been intelligent and loves reading, especially medical books. Perhaps she just happened to have read something related to medicine.

I didn't think about it anymore, just assuming I was overthinking it.

Fu Hua, however, did not easily let go of her doubts.

Every word Tan Rongrong uttered hit the nail on the head regarding the key information of the project.

It was too coincidental, and too deliberate.

Soon, the dishes were served one after another; the Cantonese cuisine was exquisite and fragrant.

The roast goose has crispy skin and tender meat, the steamed sea bass is fresh and not fishy, ​​and the home-style tofu is soft and flavorful. The whole table of dishes is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

As everyone ate and chatted, the atmosphere became lively again.

However, Fu Hua's gaze towards Tan Rongrong always carried a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny.

By the time we finished our meal, it was completely dark, and the autumn night was even chillier.

The group walked out of the Da Sanyuan Restaurant.

Cheng Jin, Zhou Ming, and Engineer Chen took a taxi back.

Li Yan and the others lived quite far away and there were no buses available, so Fu Hua personally drove them home.

After getting off the bus, Tan Rongrong glanced at Fu Hua and Li Yan, who seemed to have something to say, and then went inside first.

Fu Hua glanced at the courtyard gate: "Li Yan, from now on, try not to bring team work data and experimental drawings home. Keep them safe at the office to avoid loss or leakage."

Li Yan was taken aback, and instantly understood what Fu Hua meant; she was suspecting Rongrong.

He immediately felt uneasy and quickly offered to vouch for it.

His tone was somewhat urgent: "Comrade Fu, don't worry, Rongrong is a very simple and kind-hearted person, just an ordinary girl."

She doesn't understand these scientific research matters at all. She usually likes to read medical books and wouldn't touch my work documents. You're overthinking it."

Looking at his protective expression, Fu Hua knew he was sentimental.

It was hard to doubt his beloved younger sister in the short term, so he didn't say anything more.

He nodded slightly: "It's always better to be safe than sorry. It's good to be more careful."

After saying that, she got into the car and took Chen Zhe back to the hospital.

As soon as Tan Rongrong entered the room, she quickly poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

She said with a smile, "Brother Yan, after eating so much greasy food, quickly drink some hot tea to aid digestion."

Li Yan took the cup, his fingertips burning, but his heart felt heavy.

He took a sip and said nothing.

Tan Rongrong casually asked, feigning nonchalance, "Comrade Fu, what were you talking about? Was it work-related?"

Li Yan's heart skipped a beat, afraid she would ask too many questions.

He immediately changed the subject: "It's nothing, just some trivial matters about the project, you wouldn't understand."

Tan Rongrong nodded obediently, but her eyes were a little unfocused.

After a moment of silence, Li Yan couldn't help but speak.

He softened his tone: "Rongrong, those professional terms about coronary balloons you used last night... did you really read them in a medical book?"

Tan Rongrong's face turned pale, and her eyes immediately reddened: "Brother Yan, what do you mean? Are you doubting me?"

"No, I was just asking casually."

Li Yan gripped the teacup tightly, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

Tan Rongrong's eyes were misty: "Brother Yan, you have to believe me, I really saw it in the tree book. Because you do this kind of work, that's why I paid more attention."

I would never harm you, and I would never betray you. You are my only family!

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, like pearls.

Li Yan's heart softened instantly, and he quickly went to wipe away her tears.

He apologized repeatedly: "It's my fault, I was just imagining things. Don't cry, I was wrong."

Tan Rongrong's shoulders were shaking with sobs as she cried.

Li Yan took the initiative to comfort her, gently putting his arm around her shoulder and apologizing, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Tan Rongrong's expression shifted slightly, and she took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around Li Yan's waist.

She buried her face in his clothes, rubbing it with her tears and snot.

Li Yan stiffened, then raised his hand and gently patted her back.

His movements were incredibly gentle: "Alright, alright, don't cry anymore. It was my fault."

After she had finished crying, she lifted her little face, with teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes.

Her eyes were wet, and she stared at him blankly.

Tan Rongrong suddenly felt that her brother Yan seemed to have changed during this trip to Beijing.

He used to be quiet and reserved, and he didn't talk much when he was with her.

They don't pay much attention to hygiene, and their clothes are always dirty.

He also looked thin and reserved.

But now, the latest jacket he's wearing makes his skin look even fairer, and his eyebrows and eyes appear more relaxed.

Her lips are sensual, and when she purses them, she exudes a seriousness.

Upon closer inspection, it even evokes a desire to kiss it.

Her heart warmed, thinking that Brother Yan already knew how she felt.

Perhaps she should take the initiative more.

She stood on tiptoe, her eyes sparkling as she stared at his lips, and slowly leaned in.

Just a second before their lips were about to touch, Li Yan suddenly took a step back.

His ears instantly turned bright red, and he avoided her gaze in a flustered manner.

Her voice trembled slightly: "No, it's getting late, you should get some rest."

After saying that, he practically fled into his room.

He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, panting heavily.

Tan Rongrong stood there, the smile on her face slowly fading, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

nothing else.

She knows Li Yan too well.

When he looked at others, even Comrade Fu, he only felt a faint sense of admiration, nothing more.

But when I look at her, my eyes are always soft and warm.

He clearly likes her, so why won't he accept her?

Tan Rongrong bit her lower lip. Yes, it must be because he's busy with scientific research right now, and his mind is all on work.

As long as we stop him from continuing and get him off the project.

He would naturally focus his attention on her.

A determined glint flashed in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes, straightened her clothes, and turned to go back to her room.

In Li Yan's room, he sat at his desk, finally managing to calm his racing heart.

Suddenly remembering Fu Hua's reminder, he caught a glimpse of the locked drawer out of the corner of his eye.

Normally, he is used to taking the data home to organize it.

He picked up the lamp and took a key from the base.

My mind suddenly sharpened.

He usually keeps his keys in the lower right corner of the desk lamp.

Now, the key is in the lower left corner.

Besides him, Rongrong lived in the small courtyard.

She comes in every day to help him clean.

He immediately got up, ready to rush out and confront him.

Then, recalling what he had just seen, he opened the drawer and checked the contents.

Not a single page of data was missing, and nothing was lost.

He hesitated.

Rongrong was so innocent and so dependent on him.

How could someone do such a thing?

There is no reason to do such a thing.

He must have put it in the wrong place himself.

Li Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and locked the drawer again.

Fu Hua took Chen Zhe back to his hospital ward.

I rolled down the car window, gave a few words of advice on eating a light diet, and prepared to leave.

"Fu Hua."

Chen Zhe looked up at the sky and whispered a reminder, "It looks like it's going to rain. Be careful on your way back."

Fu Hua smiled and waved her hand, her tone relaxed: "Don't worry, I'm driving, I won't get wet."

Watching Chen Zhe leave, she got into the driver's seat.

Just as I placed my hands on the steering wheel, I heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

A figure came running up, panting heavily…