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

Fu Songchuan observed his family's united stance against outsiders.

Watching them prefer to believe an obvious flaw,

They were also unwilling to consider another possibility.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally gave Fu Hua a deep look.

There was helplessness and reassurance in his eyes.

There is also a heavy feeling of "I understand, but I am powerless to do anything about it".

From any perspective,

He has neither the ability nor the right to challenge his parents.

Having benefited from the Fu family's resources,

They would then be subject to the constraints of the family.

He couldn't say it outright, but he saw with his own eyes that Chaochao entered the room with scissors and a skirt.

Because that would trigger an even bigger storm.

Moreover, there were no other witnesses.

His suggestion was powerless in the face of the barrier of prejudice.

Fu Hua received her older brother's look.

There was no resentment in my heart, only a chilling coldness.

The "heartbroken" fake heiress

Disappointed and angry mother

She frowned and remained silent, but clearly blamed her father.

And then there's her second brother, who seems to want to tear her apart.

She stood there, looking isolated and helpless.

However, I have come to a clearer understanding of one point.

In this family, blood ties may mean nothing.

The affection that develops from long-term companionship and the inherent prejudices,

That is the only truly impenetrable wall.

And that one faint glimmer of understanding,

They were also firmly blocked outside by this wall.

She straightened up and her gaze swept over everyone present.

Finally, the object landed on Fu Chaochao, who was still sobbing in Su Yurou's arms.

"Everyone,"

Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear.

With a composure beyond his years,

"I did not cut Fu Chaochao's skirt. I'm saying this one last time, believe it or not, it's up to you."

She didn't look at their application, ignoring Fu Youchuan's clamor.

It's futile to reason with this kind of person.

She took two steps forward and stopped in front of Fu Chaochao.

He bent down slightly, his gaze meeting hers.

Fu Chaochao felt a little uneasy under her gaze.

The crying subsided, and her eyes flickered unreadable.

"Fu Chaochao?"

Fu Hua's voice remained calm, without even a trace of anger.

But every word struck like a hammer blow to the heart: "You said you were reading by the window this afternoon, then fell asleep, and when you woke up you found your skirt had been cut, right?"

"Yes...yes!"

Fu Chaochao forced herself to remain calm.

"What book are you reading?" Fu Hua suddenly asked.

Fu Chaochao was taken aback, clearly not expecting her to ask that.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's...it's just a novel."

"What's the name of the novel? What page are you on?"

Fu Hua pressed on, her gaze sharp.

"I...I forgot! I was dozing off, who remembers how many pages I read?"

Fu Chaochao raised her voice, trying to use her emotions to cover up her guilty conscience.

Fu Hua straightened up, no longer looking at her, and turned to face her parents.

His tone carried a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm: "You can go and look at the book she left by the window now, see if it's closed or open, and which page it's on."

A person who is startled awake from sleep may not remember the book's title or page number, but the book's condition is undeniable.

If the book was properly closed, then her claim of "falling asleep while reading" is probably problematic.

Fu Xiao and Song Yurou exchanged a glance, a hint of hesitation flashing across their faces.

Fu Youchuan retorted, "What does that prove? Maybe the wind blew it shut!"

Fu Hua ignored him and continued looking at her parents, saying, "And this pair of scissors."

She pointed to the scissors on the ground, "Fu Chaochao said they were right next to her when she woke up."

You can see that there are white polyester fibers stuck to the blades of the scissors.

Look again at the pads of her right index finger and thumb.

She paused, then added meaningfully, "Especially the pads of the fingers of the dominant hand."

Are there any red marks or calluses left from forceful cutting, unlike those from holding a pen?

After all, to cut a long dress into such pieces...

It will take considerable effort, and the marks won't disappear quickly.

This statement is clearly and logically presented.

Pointing directly to key physical evidence and human traces,

It doesn't sound like something a "country girl" would say at all.

Fu Xiao listened from the side, a hint of surprise and admiration flashing in his eyes.

Then I looked at the tattered skirt, its meaning unclear.

Su Yurou subconsciously looked at Fu Chaochao's hand.

Fu Chaochao abruptly pulled her hand back behind her back.

This action is more persuasive than any words.

"You...you're talking nonsense! You're slandering me!"

Fu Chaochao panicked completely, and her voice became shrill.

Fu Hua looked at her, her eyes showing no trace of smugness.

There is only a deep sorrow and alienation.

Growing up in such a safe and secure family,

She still turned out badly!

This is the inherent weakness in our blood!

Fu Hua gently tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Whether I'm making false accusations or not, a check will tell."

Of course, you can choose not to believe it and insist that it was done by me, this "jealous" country bumpkin.

She took a step back, her gaze sweeping over everyone.

They took in their expressions.

"It's okay."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a resolute strength.

"In your hearts, I, your own daughter, may not be as valuable as a dress."

She stopped arguing, turned around, and straightened her back.

Back in her small room, she gently closed the door.

There was no crying, no pleading.

It was simply with an almost cold-blooded rationality,

A corner of the lie was torn open.

The choice was thrown back to those who were biased.

She knew very well that even if the evidence pointed to Fu Chaochao...

Parents may not actually pursue the matter.

At most, both sides will be equally blamed, or the matter will simply be left unresolved.

She didn't want to fight for a temporary victory.

Instead, one must draw a line for oneself within this family.

She can choose not to compete or fight.

But it must never be allowed to be wantonly slandered.

An awkward silence fell over the room.

Fu Songchuan watched as Fu Hua tightly closed the door.

Looking at her parents' changing expressions and Fu Chaochao's evasive eyes, she sighed silently.

Fu Hua's response was like a mirror.

Not only did it expose Fu Chaochao's clumsy performance,

This further reflects the biases deep within all of them.

She doesn't need to be hysterical.

Her calmness and methodical approach were the most powerful counterattack in themselves.

Although this clarity also carries a chilling coldness.

Faced with the evidence, Fu Chaochao could no longer deny it.

She threw herself into Su Yurou's arms and cried her heart out.

He said he was just confused for a moment.

Because of the fear of losing their parents' love,

He did something foolish because he was afraid of being outshone by Fu Hua.

"Dad, Mom, I was wrong... I really know I was wrong... I just care too much about this family... Please don't send me away, okay?"

She cried so hard she almost fainted.

Looking at her "genuine remorse" and her vulnerable appearance,

Su Yurou's heart had long since softened into a puddle of water.

There was no way I could bear to blame them.

Fu Xiao sighed heavily.

He patted his wife on the shoulder: "It's good that the child knows he was wrong. It's inevitable that Chaochao will feel pressured about this."

As for Fu Youchuan, he felt that his younger sister had just misunderstood something and felt even more sorry for her.

I only felt that Fu Hua was being aggressive.

She's only been here a few days, but she's already turned this house upside down.

He's not someone to be trifled with.

An elaborately planned slander

It was just swept under the rug like that.

No one knocked on Fu Hua's door to ask about her grievances.

Just like her calm rebuttal and final silence,

Both are forms of untimely "aggressiveness".

The atmosphere at breakfast the next day was subtle.