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

The last note of the cello slowly faded away.

The echo lingered in the air above the military compound for a long time.

The soldiers standing around all had red eyes, and many of them quietly wiped away tears.

They have dedicated most of their lives to the military, sacrificing their own families to protect the country and steadfastly remaining at their posts year after year.

He missed countless family reunions, and he never told outsiders about the hardships and exhaustion he endured.

But at this moment, this gentle music, brimming with human warmth,

It struck right at the softest spot in their hearts.

They devoted their lives to the cause, sacrificing their families and careers to defend their country and its borders.

What I sought was never fame or fortune.

It's just the ordinary, everyday life of this world.

It means that the people live in peace and contentment, that every household is safe and sound year after year, and that everything goes as they wish.

A person who plays the piano understands soldiers.

As the music faded, the crowd came to their senses and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

Everyone was curious about which family's child in this compound could play such a moving melody.

At the same time, Fu Hua carefully stored the cello in the trunk and looked back at the Xie family's courtyard.

With a firm yet gentle gaze, and lips slightly parted, she silently said: Thank you, wait for me.

She didn't linger, opened the car door, started the engine, and drove towards Anzhen Hospital.

In fact, she had been on everyone's mind for a long time this Lunar New Year's Eve.

Needless to say, her maternal grandparents, uncles, and aunts brought her meals every few days.

Su Rong and she have a good relationship now, so she won't feel uncomfortable going to the Su family home.

However, Fu Hua still didn't want to go on New Year's Eve, so she declined.

Professor Yan and his wife invited her to their home to celebrate the Chinese New Year several times.

Zhang Wen's family also warmly welcomed her, hoping she would come and join in the fun.

Zhang Lei has grown from a little boy into a teenager, and is now in the third year of junior high school. His voice has already changed.

Influenced by Huaning Textile, he is now very interested in doing business.

In terms of artistic skill, he could probably play "The Wind Rises" under Fu Hua's guidance.

Thanks to this song, Zhang Lei always had girls chasing after him.

Even Cai Xiaoyan kept talking about her.

He said, "I just moved into a new apartment building. You haven't had a chance to visit yet. Come over for dinner on New Year's Eve and take a look around."

Fu Hua politely declined, but promised to visit again on the third day of the Lunar New Year, and she would never break her promise.

When she drove to the vicinity of the hospital, she finally found a restaurant that was still open for thirty years.

After getting off the bus, I packed three dishes and a soup, all of which were light and palatable, suitable for patients.

They packed it into an insulated container, carried it, and walked into Anzhen Hospital.

The hospital was much quieter than usual on New Year's Eve.

The hallway was lit with warm yellow lights, yet it still felt somewhat deserted.

Fu Hua tiptoed to Chen Zhe's hospital room and gently knocked on the door.

Chen Zhe, dressed in a hospital gown, sat alone on the edge of the bed, staring motionlessly at the fireworks blooming in the night sky outside the window.

His eyes were vacant, his face filled with loneliness; he no longer had a home.

Of all the lights in the houses, not one belonged to him.

Hearing the knock, he snapped out of his daze and turned to look at the door.

When he saw Fu Hua, his previously dim eyes instantly brightened like the aurora borealis in the night sky.

Chen Zhe asked in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly, "Fu Hua? Why are you here?"

"Yes, it's me."

Fu Hua pushed open the door and walked in, then closed it behind her.

She jokingly teased him, "What, are you surprised to see me?"

As she spoke, she placed the thermos she was carrying on the small table in the ward.

He took off his coat and casually draped it over the back of the chair, his movements natural and relaxed, displaying a unique and carefree attitude.

"It was quite unexpected."

Chen Zhe smiled and touched his hair.

"You're my personal patient. You just had coronary balloon surgery, and it's the Lunar New Year, so of course I have to come and check on you."

Fu Hua peeled an apple, looked up and smiled: "So that you won't be all alone in the hospital, all by yourself, and get too upset and it will affect your recovery."

Chen Zhe sat on the bed, staring blankly at Fu Hua, his eyes instantly reddening and his nose tingling with soreness.

He had originally thought that he would be alone in the cold, empty hospital room this Lunar New Year's Eve.

Watching other families celebrate their joyous reunions, I spent the night all alone.

Unexpectedly, Fu Hua made a special trip to the hospital to spend the New Year with him.

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes filled with emotion.

A blush rose on her originally pale face.

He wanted to say something to express his gratitude, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time. He could only look at Fu Hua with deep emotion in his eyes.

Fu Hua handed over the peeled apple, a faint smile still on her face.

In a concerned tone: "Don't just stand there, eat!"

Tell me, how have you been feeling these past couple of days? Is there anything bothering you?

Do you feel tightness in your chest? Do you experience palpitations or dizziness?

Will the wound hurt? You just had coronary balloon surgery, and it's common to experience chest tightness and fatigue during the recovery period.

Don't try to tough it out; tell me immediately if you feel unwell.

Chen Zhe quickly shook his head, forcefully suppressing the emotion welling up inside him.

Try to make your tone sound calm: "I'm fine, really, better than ever."

I don't feel uncomfortable at all. The wound doesn't hurt, I don't feel stuffy or anxious, and I have plenty of energy. Don't worry.

Upon hearing this, Fu Hua feigned a sigh of relief.

She pouted and said, "That's good. Looks like I was worrying for nothing. If I had known you were alright, I wouldn't have come. Since you're so kind, I'll be going now. I won't disturb your rest."

As she spoke, she pretended to get up and leave.

Chen Zhe panicked and didn't care about anything else.

He reached out and grabbed Fu Hua's wrist, his voice urgent: "Don't go, don't go! Fu Hua, please don't go!"

Look how anxious you are.

Fu Hua couldn't help but laugh out loud and sat back down in her chair: "Just kidding, you actually took it seriously."

Chen Zhe's dark eyes flickered, and a sudden light shone in their depths.

Her heart was filled with joy, hidden deep in her eyes, and she was incredibly gentle.

But after only a moment, her long eyelashes drooped gently, her eyes filled with worry and reluctance, her brows and eyes soft yet sore.

He knew Fu Hua; she was never one to joke around.

She looks different today.

She was clearly laughing and teasing him, but her eyes were cold and indifferent, and even the trembling of her eyelashes carried a faint sense of loneliness.

"Are you hungry? I bought some food, shall we eat something?"

As Fu Hua spoke, she opened the thermos on the table and took out the food inside.

Three dishes and a soup, steaming hot, their aroma instantly filling the ward.

"Did you do this?"

Chen Zhe asked.

"Hey, you're overthinking it. It was bought downstairs."

Fu Hua smiled awkwardly: "It's not a big meal, but we'll just make do with what we have. At least it's a New Year's Eve dinner."

Chen Zhe...

Well, Fu Hua is quite busy; she doesn't have time to cook.

He was really overthinking it. Fu Hua being able to come and spend the New Year with him was already a great blessing; how could he dare to ask for anything more?

Fu Hua set out the bowls and chopsticks, and handed the rice to Chen Zhe.

She picked up her own bowl and chopsticks and ate with him.

The snow stopped on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The sky was clear and the air was crisp, and everywhere was filled with the festive spirit of the New Year. Fu Hua arrived at the Su family home early in the morning.

As soon as I entered the door, Grandma put down what she was doing and came to greet me.

He grabbed her hand and looked her up and down.

Then, with worry and heartache in her eyes, she said, "My Huahua, you're finally here! Why are you dressed so lightly? Aren't you cold?"

"Grandma, the car has heating, it's not cold."

"You didn't work late last night, did you? Your aunt said you looked a little tired. Take a good rest during the New Year and don't be so stressed."

"Okay, I'll listen to Grandma."

Fu Hua smiled sweetly.