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

"She didn't talk to you about this..."

Zhang Wen's eyes showed concern.

"no."

Fu Hua said calmly, "Everyone must be responsible for their own choices."

She chose to place all her hopes and future on others, and now that those hopes are gone, it's normal for her to break down.

These words were spoken calmly, even somewhat coldly.

Zhang Wen stared blankly at Fu Hua.

He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Actually, upon closer examination, this statement is correct.

Previously, she had been expecting a response from Lin Bei.

If things don't go as planned, there will be endless disappointment.

Even knowing it's impossible, she still has hope.

Huahua is right.

To place your happiness in the hands of others

It will turn into misfortune.

This is a conscious indifference.

"Huahua, wait for me!"

Zhang Wen pushed her bicycle and chased after them.

The two chatted and laughed, and the topic quickly shifted to something else.

As I approached the school gate, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind me.

It was Fu Youchuan.

He abandoned his bicycle and chased after him.

He grabbed Fu Hua's handlebars.

"Fu Hua!"

He was breathing heavily, his eyes red with anger.

"How can you be so cold and selfish? Chaochao has been staying in the house for three days without eating or drinking, and you haven't even asked about her!!"

Fu Hua glanced at the crowd around her, her expression unchanged: "Do you think it's more shameful for me to say these things here, or for Fu Chaochao to?"

Fu Youchuan paused for a moment, then unconsciously loosened his grip on the handlebars.

He glanced at the students around him out of the corner of his eye, then pointed to the area under a tree.

He said coldly, "I'll be waiting for you there. I have something to say."

"Wenwen, you go in first, don't wait for me."

Fu Hua pushed her bicycle toward the back of the tree.

"How can you live with yourself, Fu Hua, when you ignore Chaochao like this?"

Fu Youchuan stared at her, his eyes seeming to want to devour her.

Fu Hua stopped the car and turned to look at him.

The sunlight shone on her face,

Those eyes were as clear as an autumn lake.

But there wasn't much temperature.

"What good will it do me to ask?"

Fu Hua calmly retorted, "Can she eat? Can she stop crying? Can she pretend the Qin family didn't break off the engagement?"

"you--"

Fu Youchuan choked, then became even angrier, "Are you even speaking human language? Once you're in this house, you're family. She's still your sister!"

"elder sister?"

Fu Hua smiled, a faint but sarcastic smile. "Have you forgotten that Fu Chaochao has no blood relation to you or me?"

Fu Youchuan's face instantly turned red: "Chaochao is the daughter our Fu family has raised for over ten years. Who are you? A country bumpkin from the countryside."

"What happened to the person who came back from the countryside?"

Zhang Wen suddenly walked over from the side, her voice trembling with anger.

"Fu Youchuan, are you kidding me?"

Who is your real sister?

There's a limit to blurring the lines between close and distant relationships!

Fu Youchuan abruptly turned his head and glared at her: "Zhang Wen, this is our family matter, it's none of your business!"

"So what if I interrupted?"

Zhang Wen stood in front of Fu Hua, "I'm telling you, Fu Youchuan, Hua Hua is my friend! I won't allow you to bully her like this!"

"I bullied her?"

Fu Youchuan laughed in exasperation, "Look at her, she's been on a hunger strike every day, and what about her?"

Riding her new bicycle, happily going to school as if nothing happened—who deserves to be her sister?!

"You're out of your mind..."

Zhang Wen was so angry that her face turned red, and she was about to roll up her sleeves.

She had never seen anyone so unable to distinguish right from wrong; they were incredibly stupid.

Or what kind of good student?

Do you even have a brain?

Fu Hua gently patted Zhang Wen's shoulder, signaling her to move aside.

Zhang Wen stood aside angrily.

Fu Hua stepped forward and looked directly into Fu Youchuan's eyes.

A hint of mockery in his eyes: "Then what do you think I should do?"

Cry with Fu Chaochao? Go on a hunger strike together? And then what?

Will the Qin family reverse their decision to annul the engagement? Will Steinberg accept her as a student?

Fu Hua paused, her voice growing colder: "Or do you think I should be like her?"

"Placing all your hopes on others, being happy when they praise me, and giving up when they criticize me? What would that make me? Playdough?"

There's nothing wrong with what I've said.

Fu Youchuan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"besides,"

Fu Hua continued, "The Qin family broke off the engagement because they felt that Fu Chaochao was not good enough for Qin Che."

What does this have to do with me?

"It was Qin Che who broke off the engagement, not me. If you want to blame someone, blame Qin Che. You think you're worthy to yell at me like that?"

"It's none of your business?"

Fu Youchuan finally found a breakthrough, his voice becoming shrill, "If you hadn't stolen Steinberg, if you hadn't been stealing the spotlight on stage..."

Would the Qin family even consider a marriage exchange? Fu Hua, do you dare say that the Qin family's annulment of the engagement has nothing to do with you?!

"And also, about Steinberg, how come you, someone from the countryside, can play the piano? I've wanted to ask you that for a long time."

"Your parents are too busy to care now, but let's see what excuse you can come up with when they remember."

A morning breeze blew by, and withered leaves swirled around the three of them.

Fu Youchuan's face was contorted with rage.

Fu Hua's limited patience was also completely worn out.

She took a deep breath, her voice eerily calm: "Fu Chaochao practices the piano at home every day, and she has taught me a few times."

Perhaps out of a desire to show off, or perhaps out of... a sense of superiority,

Su Yurou and Fu Xiao both knew about this.

"several times?"

Fu Youchuan scoffed, "Fu Hua, do you think I'm stupid? Even if Chaochao taught you, if she wasn't good enough, why would you be chosen by a master of Steinberg's caliber? This is simply not normal!"

"Who exactly are you?"

His voice grew louder and louder, attracting the attention of passersby.

"so what?"

Fu Hua retorted, "What do you think I am? A spy? A mole? Or... an imposter?"

This question left Fu Youchuan speechless.

He looked at Fu Hua's face; she really did resemble his mother and grandmother.

Both in height and frame, he certainly resembles someone from the Fu family.

But those eyes...

Too calm, too clear-headed.

Unlike seventeen years old,

They don't seem like children who have come back from the countryside.

Sometimes, when she stares at him, he feels like she can see right through him.

"I'm just weird."

He lowered his voice, but his tone became even harsher, "How could a girl who grew up in the countryside have so many?"

She can play the piano, was noticed by a research station, and was praised by Steinberg...

"Fu Hua, tell me the truth, did you seduce Qin Che?"

The leaves of the sycamore tree rustled in the wind.

The sunlight was obscured by clouds, and a cold wind blew by.

Stray hairs obscured her eyes.

Fu Hua smoothed her hair, stared at Fu Youchuan, and looked at him for a long time.

So long that Zhang Wen nervously grabbed her arm.

After a while, Fu Youchuan began to wonder if he had spoken too harshly.

Then, Fu Hua smiled.

The smile was faint.

But it carried a hint of irony and contempt.

"Fu Youchuan,."

She said softly, "Instead of doubting me, why don't you ask Qin Che?"

Ask him why he wants to break off the engagement.

Ask him if it's because the way Fu Chaochao tried to slap me backstage was too unsightly.

Was it because Fu Chaochao's words were too vicious?

Is it because... he finally saw clearly the gentle and kind little sister Chaochao that he had liked since childhood?

Actually, she's someone who can be jealous, resentful, and hysterical.