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

There were fried dough sticks, steamed buns, flatbreads, pickles, and a few side dishes on the table.

A few light and simple congee dishes!

In addition to their luxurious furniture, the Fu family also had a penchant for fine food and drink.

The past few days were spent without Aunt Liu, so I just bought food every day.

Now, life has returned to normal.

Fu Xiao was looking at the newspaper when Su Yurou kept putting Fu Chaochao's favorite side dishes on her plate.

In a soft, gentle voice: "Zhaochao, eat more. You didn't rest well yesterday; look how swollen your eyes are..."

Fu Chaochao rubbed her eyes and timidly agreed.

Occasionally, he would cautiously glance at Fu Hua, who was silently drinking her porridge.

It looked like a frightened little rabbit.

This makes it seem like Fu Hua is the fake heiress who has lived in this family for over a decade.

She, Fu Chaochao, is a true heiress who has unspeakable suffering.

Fu Xiao's attention was entirely focused on Fu Chaochao.

I was afraid that what happened yesterday might leave her with some psychological trauma.

"Dad, Mom, little sister, come and have some pickles. It's so nice to have Aunt Liu here, otherwise, with some people, we might..."

"uh-huh!"

Fu Songchuan interrupted his younger brother's inappropriate remarks.

Fu Hua didn't look up from beginning to end.

Quietly eating the food in her own bowl,

It was as if the "warmth" created by the happy family around her had nothing to do with her.

She ate quickly, but her movements were not clumsy.

After finishing her meal, she was the first to put down her chopsticks and said softly, "I'm done eating. Please enjoy your meal."

Then she got up and began to clean up the dishes she had used.

In their eyes, this act of independence and self-reliance is petty and narrow-minded.

Just then, Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of soup.

Fu Chaochao probably felt the crisis was over and relaxed.

That spoiled temper of his resurfaced.

Seeing that Aunt Liu was moving a little slowly, he frowned and urged, "Aunt Liu, hurry up! I need to use the kitchen to bring some snacks for my classmate later! Stop dawdling."

A hint of suppressed anger flashed across Aunt Liu's face. She didn't say anything and quickened her pace.

Fu Hua carried the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen door, stepped aside to let Aunt Liu go in first, and then followed her in.

Instead of leaving immediately, she rolled up her sleeves, turned on the tap, and began washing the dishes she had used.

Aunt Liu turned around and saw this scene. She quickly took the bowl and chopsticks from her, saying, "Oh, Huahua, I can do it. Don't get involved."

Fu Hua's hands didn't stop moving; amidst the rushing water,

She looked up and gave Aunt Liu a faint but sincere smile: "Aunt Liu, it's nothing, just two bowls, it's nothing. I'm used to making them at home."

The home she was referring to was her home from a past life.

She lives alone and loves to cook in her spare time, which inevitably involves washing and cleaning.

Aunt Liu, however, thought she was referring to her home in the countryside.

I couldn't help but sigh, "What a good child, you've suffered so much."

Fu Hua smiled faintly, looking at the soup pot simmering on the stove.

She naturally changed the subject, "Aunt Liu, your soup smells so good. Did you add yam? It smells so warming."

Aunt Liu was somewhat surprised. Although she was a relative of the Fu family, the Fu family had treated her well.

She was never shortchanged in terms of salary and food.

Aside from Song Chuan, few people would chat with her like this, let alone offer to help with chores.

Her expression softened as she wiped the stove and replied, "Yes, I added some Chinese yam, which is good for the spleen and stomach. Huahua, if you like it, have another bowl later."

"Yes, thank you, Aunt Liu."

Fu Hua agreed, and her hands deftly washed the bowls and chopsticks clean, drained the water, and neatly put them into the cupboard.

She didn't try to please anyone; her movements were natural and fluid, as if it were simply her duty.

She then casually asked Aunt Liu a few questions about grocery shopping and the weather, her tone gentle and respectful.

Aunt Liu gradually became more talkative, even telling her which market had the freshest vegetables.

"Huahua, autumn in Beijing is dry, so remember to drink plenty of water. I'll make you some stewed white fungus and pear soup tonight."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu."

Fu Hua smiled sweetly, a smile as lovely as a forsythia in spring.

Aunt Liu took a liking to this girl immediately.

Generous, cheerful and outgoing.

Instead of being like that person, seemingly delicate and weak on the surface, but actually domineering and bossy behind the scenes.

I always feel like she has two faces.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was completely different from the lingering, performative "warmth" of the dining room.

It is a genuine and peaceful exchange between people.

As Fu Hua left the kitchen, Aunt Liu looked at her with obvious affection and pity.

Fu Hua knew very well that in this family, her parents' favoritism was probably difficult to change.

Fu Youchuan's hostility may persist for a long time.

But she doesn't need to waste her energy on pointless flattery and arguments.

Stay alert and focus on being the best version of yourself.

While upholding dignity, one should not hesitate to accumulate a little goodwill and capital for oneself in these minor details.

She walked out of the kitchen, her face still expressionless, and went straight back to her room.

She began planning what she would do that day—she had only skimmed through a few pages of the high school textbooks her older brother had given her.

She wasn't afraid of theoretical knowledge, but she needed to review some texts that required memorization.

Knowledge is her trump card!

Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival. The book says that the fake heiress gets her cheat code before the end of this day.

Fu Hua had recently observed Fu Chaochao closely and found nothing unusual.

It seems she hasn't gotten that thing yet.

On the Double Ninth Festival, the autumn sky is clear and the air is crisp, making it the perfect time to climb mountains and enjoy the view.

Early in the morning, Fu Songchuan knocked on Fu Hua's door.

He was dressed in a slightly worn work shirt and trousers, looking clean and neat, and was carrying a military water bottle in his hand.

"Huahua, today is the Double Ninth Festival. This afternoon, your older brother will take you to Fragrant Hills to see the red leaves, relax, and get to know Beijing."

His tone was gentle, with obvious concern.

He knew that since his younger sister came to this family, she had only stayed in her room.

He would occasionally go out, but only for a short walk in the yard; he almost never left the house.

Fu Hua could sense Fu Songchuan's feelings.

She felt a slight warmth in her heart and nodded in agreement.

Although she could count all the sights in Beijing with her eyes closed.

Just then, a sweet, delicate voice broke in.

"Big brother, are you going to Fragrant Hills?"

Fu Chaochao was leaning against the doorframe of her room at some point, fiddling with the end of her braid in her hand.

With just the right amount of envy and grievance on her face, she said, "That's great... I haven't gone hiking in so long. Every year on the Double Ninth Festival, my parents and second brother would go with me."

This year, their unit has tasks to complete, and they can't leave. It seems...

She spoke softly, but just loud enough for Su Yurou, who was coming out of the bedroom, and Fu Youchuan, who was putting on his shoes, to hear her.

Su Yurou immediately chimed in, "Songchuan, since you're going, why not bring Chaochao along? She's loved Fragrant Hills since she was little, knows the way well, and can be Huahua's guide."

She didn't ask Fu Hua's opinion at all, as if it were a matter of course.

While tying his shoelaces, Fu Youchuan chimed in without looking up, "That's right, big brother, it's so boring leaving your little sister alone at home. Let's go together, it'll be more fun with more people!"

"If I didn't have a basketball league game today, I would have gone with my little sister."