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

Fu Xiao's face darkened considerably; he was about to explode.

Su Yurou quickly stepped in to smooth things over, whispering a defense for Fu Chaochao:

"The child just returned to China and hasn't adjusted yet. I heard there's a time difference between foreign countries and here. She definitely didn't do it on purpose."

Fu Xiao's expression softened somewhat. Su Yurou was usually strong-willed and had the final say at home.

But after returning home, Fu Chaochao always felt like she had to keep a low profile, and her demeanor became much less imposing.

She was willing to go to such lengths for Fu Chaochao.

Su Yurou smiled brightly and looked at her two sons: "Well, it's rare for Chaochao's friend to come to our house, so please be polite."

Fu Songchuan replied expressionlessly, "I understand, Mom."

Fu Youchuan curled his lip in disdain. He couldn't stand that guy named Jie Sen, or rather, Jue Sen.

A grown man, wearing ripped jeans, looking like a beggar, and spraying cologne...

He kissed Su Yurou on the cheek as soon as they met, acting casually and frivolously.

"Youchuan, did you hear me?"

Su Yurou stared at him.

After a long while, Fu Youchuan said weakly, "I know, I know."

Su Yurou smiled with satisfaction and lowered her head to straighten her clothes.

She wore a red turtleneck cashmere sweater today, which looked very festive.

According to Chaochao, the boy was a beautiful noblewoman, and she couldn't let the child lose face.

After waiting another half hour, Fu Xiao said impatiently, "Is the whole family waiting for her? She has no manners at all. Go, You Chuan, go upstairs and call her down!"

Fu Youchuan reluctantly got up and went upstairs.

Just as I reached the door of Fu Chaochao's room, I heard a burst of teasing laughter.

The door was wide open, and the scene inside was clearly visible.

Fu Chaochao, with her loose, wavy hair, wore a dress and didn't seem to mind the cold.

She was embracing that foreigner, kissing him without a care in the world.

Fu Youchuan's face instantly turned bright red, and he immediately turned his back.

His voice was stiff: "Come down and eat!"

Three years in prison did not diminish Fu Chaochao's personality at all; on the contrary, she became more and more flamboyant.

She found Fu Youchuan's embarrassed and shy expression extremely amusing.

Without the slightest embarrassment, she laughed and said, "Second Brother, are you shy? This is perfectly normal abroad. It's a new era now, why are you still so old-fashioned and conservative?"

"Even in this new era, you're not this open-minded. You're not even married yet, and this isn't a foreign country."

Fu Youchuan frowned, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

He was too lazy to argue with Fu Chaochao any longer, and urged her again, "Dad's getting impatient downstairs, hurry up and come down!"

After saying that, he quickly went downstairs.

A short while later, Fu Chaochao came downstairs arm in arm with the American boy named Jiesen.

Jie Sen changed into a casual suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

He wore a forced smile and nodded and greeted everyone he met.

His hands and feet were erratic, and his eyes kept wandering around the room.

His posture was sloppy, with his arms draped over the back of the chair, completely lacking any sense of decorum.

Fu Xiao's face darkened. He slammed his chopsticks down on the table, his brows furrowed in a frown.

His gaze swept over Jie Sen, his face full of disapproval.

Fu Songchuan sat to one side, his back ramrod straight, exuding the uprightness of a soldier.

His eyes were fixed on Jie Sen with wariness, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

He didn't say a word the whole time, and his whole body screamed rejection.

Fu Youchuan sat at the table, glancing sideways at Jie Sen with disdain, not even bothering to speak to him.

He was so engrossed in eating that his eyes were full of disdain.

Only Su Yurou smiled warmly and kept putting food into Jie Sen's bowl.

In a warm tone, she said, "Jiesen, eat more. Try Auntie's cooking. Do you like it? Don't be shy, make yourself at home!"

Fu Chaochao completely disregarded the expressions of others and kept trying to please Su Yurou.

They praised this mother to the skies.

The meal was oppressive; Fu Xiao remained silent with a cold face throughout, and the air itself felt stiff.

After putting down his chopsticks, Fu Xiao went upstairs without saying a word, his face cold, his heavy footsteps making the floor creak.

Fu Youchuan pulled Fu Songchuan to a corner and lowered his voice.

With a grave expression: "Brother, this Jie Sen is glib and his eyes are shifty. Our family is a military family, and he's a foreigner; he might be a spy."

You must lock the study door and make sure the documents and materials inside are never leaked!

Fu Songchuan's expression instantly turned serious, his eyes darkened, and he nodded emphatically:

"I understand. I'll go lock it right away. This is something we can't be careless about."

As soon as the two finished speaking, Su Yurou smiled and looked at Jie Sen.

She enthusiastically suggested, "Jiesen, don't sit after you finish eating. Auntie will take you for a walk, let's stroll around our yard, see the surrounding scenery, and get familiar with it."

Jie Sen immediately beamed and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, thank you, Auntie!"

His broken Chinese was so bad that it made me feel uncomfortable.

Fu Youchuan rubbed his arms a few times, getting goosebumps all over.

The next day, the family dressed up and prepared to visit the Su family, who were their relatives.

Fu Xiao, dressed neatly, turned to look at Fu Chaochao and Jie Sen, who were snuggling together, his face grim.

His tone was impatient: "You guys are going too?"

Fu Chaochao raised her chin, her eyes filled with a determined look.

With a determined tone, she said, "Of course I'll go! I haven't seen my grandparents for years, so it's only right that I go and see them."

She was burning with pent-up desire and couldn't wait to see Fu Hua.

During those three years in prison, she never stopped thinking about Fu Hua, day and night.

It wasn't that I missed her, it was that I hated her so much I wanted to see what Fu Hua looked like now.

Although she couldn't make it in China, she thrived abroad.

Not only does she dress fashionably, but she also has a foreign boyfriend.

Who does Fu Hua think she is? She's just a country bumpkin.

The outside world is wonderful; she's just a frog in a well with a limited perspective.

Su Yurou chimed in, pulling on Fu Xiao's arm and advising, "The child meant well. Chaochao already knows she was wrong and has paid the price for what she did before."

Now, she just wants to wish the elderly a Happy New Year and apologize. Hopefully, seeing her will soften their hearts.

After all, we'll be keeping in touch, so there's no reason to completely sever ties. Let's go as a family, and be amicable."

Fu Xiao frowned, too lazy to argue with Su Yurou.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, alright, whatever, just get out of here!"

The family drove two cars straight to the Su family's house.

Upon arriving at the Su family home, Old Mrs. Su opened the door.

Upon seeing his daughter and son-in-law, his face was initially full of joy.

Before her smile could even fully bloom, she caught sight of Fu Chaochao and the foreigner behind her.

He was stunned for a moment before he recognized the person.

His face instantly darkened, and his smile vanished completely.

She stared at Fu Chaochao, her tone icy, and asked directly, "Why is she here?"

Su Yurou quickly smiled apologetically and stepped forward to explain, "Mom, Chaochao knows she was wrong. She just came to wish you and Dad a Happy New Year."

The child knows he was immature before, but he has changed for the better now. He just wanted to see you two, so please don't take it to heart.