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

"Fu Hua,"

His voice trembled slightly, "These ideas...were all your own?"

"Mostly."

Fu Hua nodded, "Some of it was inspired by reading literature."

She didn't mention that those "inspirations" came from papers and patents published decades later.

Those were her memories from her past life.

It was also her biggest secret.

Professor Yan leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples vigorously.

It's as if they're processing this huge shock.

The office was quiet for a full five minutes.

"This report,"

Professor Yan put his glasses back on, his tone as solemn as if he were making an oath.

"I want to deliver it to the Science and Technology Commission personally, no, not just the Science and Technology Commission... I want to deliver it to even higher levels."

Fu Hua, you probably still don't understand what you've written.

This is a strategic planning proposal.

If half of the points in it can be realized.

Our country's communication technology... can avoid taking at least ten years of detours.

Fu Hua didn't say anything.

Of course she understood, and it was precisely because she understood that...

Only then did she dare to write, only then did she decide to write.

At that time, China's communication technology was just beginning.

The gap with the West is not too large yet.

If we start planning for the future now...

It is entirely possible to achieve a leapfrog development.

But the price of overtaking on a curve...

That's the kind of risk that a "genius" like her has to take.

"professor,"

Fu Hua's dark eyes shone brightly. "If this report attracts unnecessary attention... you can say it's a team effort completed under your guidance."

Professor Yan was taken aback for a moment, then understood what she meant.

He gave a wry smile: "Are you trying to take credit for this?"

"It's not about the score."

Fu Hua's tone was calm and knowing: "It's about protection. I'm too young, and the taller the tree, the more the wind will blow against it."

Moreover... these ideas were indeed perfected under your inspiration and guidance.

Without the literature you provided and your guidance over the past three months, I couldn't have written these things.

That's a sincere statement.

Professor Yan looked at her calm face, and a complex emotion welled up inside him.

This child is not only incredibly talented,

She even understands human relationships so well.

"it is good."

He nodded solemnly, "I will put both our names on the report. But don't worry, the credit will be yours, and you won't lose a single penny."

He stood up and walked to the filing cabinet.

Take out a file folder marked "Top Secret".

I carefully put the report inside, sealed it, and locked it in the safe.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Fu Hua.

A rare, gentle smile appeared on his face: "We agreed last time that you'd come to my house for dinner today, so you can't skip it again."

Your teacher's wife has been talking about you several times, saying she wants to meet her "genius student." Let's go back together.

Fu Hua hesitated for a moment.

She had planned to go home early.

Review the materials for the Deep Space Communications project again.

"Just relax."

Professor Yan added, "Only by balancing work and rest can you go further."

"……good."

Fu Hua nodded. "Thank you, Professor."

Professor Yan's home is a three-bedroom apartment in the old professors' building at Huaguo University.

The furnishings are simple yet full of scholarly atmosphere.

The living room bookshelves extend from floor to ceiling.

It was filled with Chinese and foreign books.

Some of the spines are already worn and frayed, indicating that they have been frequently read.

Fu Hua followed Professor Yan inside. A woman wearing an apron poked her head out from the kitchen.

Her hair was tied up, she wore a light blue cheongsam, and looked very young, around forty years old, with gentle eyes and brows.

He and Professor Yan are a perfect match.

"You're back? This child must be Fu Hua! Come in, come in!"

"Hello, Madam."

Fu Hua bowed slightly and handed over the fruit she had bought on the way.

"Oh dear, child, what brings you home with gifts?"

The teacher's wife wiped her hands and accepted the fruit: "Next time you come to our home, please don't be so polite!"

Fu Hua smiled and was led to sit on the living room sofa.

The teacher's wife looked Fu Hua up and down, her eyes full of affection.

"Old Yan talks about you every day at home, saying how smart and capable you are... Today I finally met you in person!"

This child is so handsome, quiet and well-behaved; he's very likable.

Fu Hua was a little embarrassed by her praise, and her ears turned slightly red.

Professor Yan chuckled from the side, "Alright, alright, don't scare the child. Is the food ready?"

"Alright, alright! We've been waiting for you!"

The teacher's wife pulled Fu Hua towards the dining room. "I specially made braised fish today. I heard from Lao Yan that you like sweet and sour flavors, so I also made sweet and sour pork ribs and sweet and sour meatballs, and a few other things. I wonder if you..."

Before the words were finished, the study door opened.

A familiar figure walked out.

"Auntie, is dinner ready? I'm starving—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Fu Hua looked up and was also stunned.

It's Su Xiao.

I bumped into an editor from the publishing house at a bookstore before.

The one who treated Fu Hua to dinner.

"Fu Hua?"

Su Xiao's eyes widened in surprise, "How could you...?"

"Xiaoxiao, do you two know each other?"

The teacher's wife was also stunned.

"I know him! Of course I know him."

Su Xiao walked over quickly, her eyes sparkling, "Auntie, is this the little genius I told you about before?"

She's only in high school, yet she can translate academic papers, and her writing is better than many college students. I even said I wanted to introduce her to my uncle as a student, but I never expected this…”

She turned to Professor Yan, suddenly realizing, "So the 'genius student' my uncle was talking about is Fu Hua! I knew it! Anyone who catches your eye must be extraordinary!"

Professor Yan laughed too: "What a small world, Xiaoxiao, you found the treasure before I did."

"Of course!"

Su Xiao proudly raised her chin, then pulled Fu Hua over, "Come on, sit next to me. We haven't seen each other in so long, let's have a good chat, shall we?"

"I heard about your duet with that music maestro Steinberg from a friend, it was amazing!"

I didn't know you could play the piano. If I had known you were going to perform, I would have gotten two tickets to see it myself.

The atmosphere at dinner was exceptionally harmonious.

My teacher's wife is an excellent cook; her braised fish is tender and flavorful, and her sweet and sour pork ribs are perfectly seasoned.

The stir-fried vegetables were refreshing, and there was also a pot of slow-cooked soup with a clear broth and a fragrant aroma.

Su Xiao sat next to Fu Hua, constantly piling food onto her plate: "Eat more, look how thin you are. You have to do scientific research and study, both of which are mentally taxing. You're still growing, you can't go hungry!"

Looking at the mountain of food piled up in her bowl, Fu Hua felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

This feeling of being cared for by elders...

She hadn't experienced this in a long time.

"Fu Hua,"

The teacher's wife also served her a bowl of soup. "I heard from Lao Yan that your family situation is a bit complicated? If you have any difficulties, please let your teacher's wife know."

That's a tactful question.

Fu Hua put down her chopsticks and nodded: "Yes, everything is fine at home. Thank you for your concern, Madam."

"Me too, me too."

Su Xiao raised her hand: "Since you're my uncle's student, then you're my sister. From now on, I'll be your older sister."

Whether at school or at home, if anyone dares to bully you, I'll be the first to stand up for you.

These words may be blunt, but they are the truth.

Fu Hua smiled and nodded, "I understand, and thank you, Sister Su Xiao."

"What are you thanking me for!"

Su Xiao patted her shoulder, "I've been in the cultural circle for so many years, I know a lot of people. Who dares to bully you? I'll back you up! I'll make sure they're ruined by the light of day."

Professor Yan, who was listening nearby, suddenly spoke up: "Xiaoxiao, Fu Hua is currently working on a confidential project."

"You should... take good care of her. Especially with the media, don't let them write anything inappropriate."

Ever since Fu Hua and Steinberg appeared in the newspaper once,

There are always some unscrupulous media outlets that fabricate stories.

"I understand, but it's a classified project?"

Su Xiao's eyes lit up even more. "Wow, Fu Hua! What level are you at?"