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

"Cheng Yue?"

Fu Hua was slightly surprised.

Cheng Yue's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his hair was slightly disheveled by the wind.

His tone was gentle and measured: "Fu Hua, it really is you. I thought it looked like you, so I came to check."

Fu Hua's nose twitched slightly; she could faintly smell a hint of alcohol.

His brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

His tone was flat: "Yes, I took my friend back to the hospital."

"oh."

Cheng Yue responded and saw Cheng Jin and the man named Chen Zhe go out together.

I also heard them say that they wanted to have dinner with Fu Hua.

So, he was in a bad mood.

He went out alone and drank alone, feeling depressed.

What are you doing here? On duty?

Cheng Yue's gaze fell on her, his tone natural.

"Oh, I'm not working today. I had a few drinks with some friends, and I didn't expect to run into you here."

He spoke casually, without overstepping any boundaries.

Fu Hua's tense nerves relaxed, and her vigilance dropped significantly.

Cheng Yue changed the subject, his tone tentative: "My friend wasn't feeling well on the way, so I took him to the hospital. There are no more buses running now, Comrade Fu, could you... give me a ride?"

Fu Hua was stunned for a moment, and was about to refuse when

Cheng Yue immediately added, her tone slightly self-deprecating, as if trying to defuse the awkwardness: "Never mind, I was being presumptuous. You're a young lady, I'll just walk back myself."

With that, he turned around and started walking forward.

Just then, a thunderclap suddenly boomed in the sky.

Large raindrops pelted down, instantly soaking the ground and wetting the car windows.

Fu Hua looked ahead; the figure in the rain appeared somewhat frail.

She pursed her lips, ultimately unable to bear it.

She started the car, drove over, rolled down the window, and called out, "Cheng Yue, get in!"

Cheng Yue paused, slowly turned around, his eyes brimming with laughter.

He opened the car door and got in, his voice tinged with amusement: "Thank you."

"They're all colleagues."

The car was warm and cozy with the heater on.

Fu Hua started the car, and the windshield wipers swung rapidly outside the window, leaving streaks of rain.

The carriage fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of raindrops tapping on the windows.

The sound of rain falling filled the carriage, and the windshield wipers swung back and forth, cutting through the thick curtain of rain.

Inside the carriage, it was quiet and oppressive, with only the low hum of the engine and the pattering of the rain outside.

Cheng Yue leaned back in the passenger seat, the effects of the alcohol slowly rising, his face flushed slightly.

He turned his head to look at Fu Hua, who was focused on driving.

His gaze lingered on her cool and serene profile for a long time.

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

"By the way, I haven't seen the acknowledgments message lately. Where is he?"

Fu Hua kept her eyes fixed ahead, her hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.

His tone was calm and natural, without the slightest ripple: "He's on a mission and isn't in Beijing for the time being. He won't be back for a while."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, as if he had made a connection to something.

With a deliberately affected sigh, he slowly said:

"So that's how it is. Soldiers are like that; they don't need to go home."

I have a cousin whose situation is similar to Xie Ci's. She married a soldier who is often away on missions, and it's common for him to be away from home for ten days or half a month at a time.

They simply couldn't take care of anything, big or small, at home. As time went on, everything became a mess, making it impossible to live a proper life. My sister now lives with her parents most of the time, and the couple sees each other very little, so they're not exactly happy.

His words, though seemingly casual and casual, were actually pointed and subtly carried a hint of prejudice.

Fu Hua's expression remained unchanged after listening.

His tone was calm and clear, and he responded neither servilely nor arrogantly.

"Soldiers are inherently selfless, sacrificing their own families for the greater good. They are constantly on the front lines, carrying heavy burdens."

Sacrificing time with family to shoulder responsibilities to the nation.

The hard work and sacrifices involved are something that ordinary people can never truly understand.

Our peaceful and stable life now didn't come out of nowhere.

There will always be a group of people who step forward to safeguard borders and maintain stability.

This dedication deserves everyone's respect; soldiers are the most admirable people.

His words were entirely in defense of Xie Ci, which made him seem petty.

A flicker of emotion crossed Cheng Yue's eyes; he hadn't expected Fu Hua to say such a thing.

He quickly added, "I understand the reasoning. The country's welfare, subsidies, and policy support for military families are indeed very comprehensive. They will definitely not suffer material losses."

But feelings and companionship can never truly compensate for what's missing; how many decades does a woman have in her life?

Fu Hua didn't respond, but simply nodded slightly, unwilling to dwell on the topic any further.

She sees things clearly. We have different values, so there's no point in arguing further.

The carriage fell silent again, and the atmosphere became increasingly dull and awkward.

The drive was smooth, and half an hour passed quickly.

The car slowly came to a stop outside the gate of Cheng Yue's family compound.

Besides the red high-rise buildings, there are also many small two-story buildings inside.

Fu Hua glanced out the window; the rain showed no signs of letting up.

The strong winds, accompanied by torrential rain, lashed down, leaving large patches of water on the ground.

The leaves, battered by the torrential rain, clung pitifully to the glass.

Fu Hua frowned slightly and reminded her, "I don't have an umbrella in my car. It's raining too hard. Just make do and use your coat to cover your head as you run back."

"Okay, don't worry about me. Do you have an umbrella?"

"No, the rain might lessen when I get back, so don't worry about me."

Cheng Yue frowned: "How can that be? You can't catch a cold. Here's what we'll do, I'll go inside and get an umbrella, you wait for me."

"Need not,"

Fu Hua's voice was urgent; she didn't want to engage in a dramatic love triangle with him, like the story of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, where you give me a ride and I return to you.

"No, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere inside the car suddenly became eerie.

"Alright then."

Cheng Yue didn't get out of the car; instead, he slowly turned his head.

A pair of eyes were fixed intently on Fu Hua.

The alcohol took full effect, and the restraint and suppressed thoughts that I usually consciously control...

At this moment, they all broke free from the shackles of reason.

He slowly moved closer and closer to Fu Hua.

The strong smell of alcohol emanating from him, mixed with his sullen, masculine aura, assaulted my nostrils.

Fu Hua subconsciously stepped back slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable and wary.

Just then, Cheng Yue suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice,

"Fu Hua, actually, there's something I want to tell you."

Fu Hua frowned: "What is it? Let's talk about it tomorrow. It's too late today."

"no."

Fu Yue, emboldened by the alcohol, acted domineeringly and forcefully: "Fu Hua, I... I've actually liked you for a long time."

I fell for you the first time we met.

You are intelligent, independent, calm, and exceptionally capable. You radiate light and are the most outstanding woman I have ever met.

I know I'm not good enough. My family background, abilities, and vision seem to be no match for you, so I've never dared to express my feelings and can only watch from afar.

But I can't hold back anymore tonight. If I don't say these things today, I'm afraid I'll never have the courage to speak them again.

The strong smell of alcohol kept wafting towards my nose, pungent and nauseating.

Fu Hua felt a churning in her stomach, but she forced herself to suppress the discomfort.

His face instantly turned cold, and his eyes became indifferent and aloof.

"Cheng Yue, I have someone I'm dating. Please respect yourself, watch your words and actions, and don't say anything inappropriate."