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

Fu Songchuan frowned almost imperceptibly.

He looked at Fu Hua, his eyes filled with questioning and a hint of apology.

"Huahua, what do you think?"

Fu Hua lowered her eyes, concealing the mockery within them.

Isn't it just that she can't stand seeing her family members being pampered by others?

That's fine, she was just worried about going hiking and not being able to keep an eye on Fu Chaochao.

The issue of the cheat code must be resolved today.

When Fu Hua looked up again, her face still held that gentle and calm expression: "I will follow my elder brother's arrangements."

She knew very well that in this family, her wishes were never important.

Fu Songchuan looked at his mother and younger brother's unquestionable attitude,

Looking at Fu Hua, whose "sensible" behavior was heartbreaking, he ultimately had no choice but to compromise.

He sighed and said, "Then let's go together."

So, what was originally planned as a trip for the two siblings turned into a trip for the three of them.

Before setting off, Fu Chaochao applied face cream and changed clothes, dawdling for quite a while.

Wearing a brand-new, pale yellow polyester dress, she gracefully descended the stairs like a butterfly.

It was as if they weren't going hiking, but rather attending some kind of social gathering.

Fu Hua's outfit was much simpler: a white tracksuit, blue striped embellishments, and ordinary rubber-soled sneakers.

When hiking, it's not like going on a picnic; convenience and comfort are key.

Fu Songchuan wore military green trousers and a white shirt, looking clean and neat.

He glanced at Fu Chaochao and reminded her, "Are you sure you want to wear this? Be careful your skirt doesn't get snagged."

"It's alright, brother. I dressed like this when I went to Fragrant Hills before."

When Fu Songchuan thought about the past, he remembered how his whole family would busy themselves with Fu Chaochao's needs every time they went on a trip.

This time, it was just him.

He also had to take care of Huahua, who was visiting for the first time, so he couldn't focus all his attention on Chaochao.

After thinking about it, I decided not to say it in front of my parents.

To save time, Fu Songchuan suggested that they have lunch at a nearby state-run restaurant first.

We can leave earlier!

What do you think?

"I'll listen to my older brother."

"Me too."

The restaurant was noisy and filled with the aroma of fried dough sticks, soy milk, and steamed buns.

They had just found a seat and ordered their food.

A girl with a round face wearing a blue tracksuit caught my eye.

She jogged over to their table, waving enthusiastically, "Fu Chaochao! What a coincidence, you're having lunch here too?"

Fu Chaochao was carefully wiping away what seemed like non-existent dust with a handkerchief.

Hearing the voice, she looked up and saw who it was; the sweet smile she had been trying to maintain instantly vanished.

Instead, a distant, perfunctory response was given: "Oh, it's you, Zhang Wen."

She glanced up and down at the other person's clothes, which were covered in rice grains.

His tone was indifferent: "We're going to Fragrant Hills later, so we'll just grab a quick bite and leave."

The girl named Zhang Wen seemed oblivious to her coldness.

Still smiling, he said, "Fragrant Hills is beautiful! The autumn leaves must be amazing..."

We're in a hurry.

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Chaochao abruptly interrupted her, then turned around, picked up her chopsticks, and...

He stared intently at the table where a dish hadn't yet been served, clearly not wanting to talk anymore.

Zhang Wen and she were in the same class in junior high school.

At that time, she was a good student, and Fu Chaochao was willing to be her friend.

Later, they both got into Ming Hwa High School.

No one knows what happened that summer, but Zhang Wen, who was originally quiet, underwent a drastic personality change.

He became unconventional, carefree, and loved to eat. The friends he made were mostly local hoodlums.

Most importantly, her grades plummeted during the opening exams.

They were directly assigned to the worst class, Class D.

It was still Class 6, the infamous class that no one cared about.

How could someone like that be worthy of being Fu Chaochao's good friend?

Zhang Wen's smile froze, and she stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

Fu Songchuan was somewhat disappointed by Chaochao's attitude.

"Excuse me, would you like to sit down with me...?"

"No need, thank you."

Zhang Wen stammered, "I...I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, she turned around dejectedly and went back to her own table not far away.

There were four or five plates there, containing soy sauce, donkey meat, and braised pork knuckle—all hearty dishes.

Fu Hua took in all of this.

In this day and age, how much can one person accomplish?

It seems that the girl comes from a well-off family and probably lives in the neighborhood.

Fu Songchuan frowned slightly, clearly somewhat dissatisfied with Fu Chaochao's attitude towards people.

Previously, he always worked in the military, and when he came home, he was always faced with a well-behaved and adorable younger sister.

I never knew she had this side to her.

Mom and Dad, You Chuan, do you know that she treated her classmates like this?

Fu Hua silently ate the freshly served noodles with soybean paste and stir-fried cauliflower.

They gained a more direct understanding of the power dynamics that led to the rise and fall of the dynasty.

At the same time, she also remembered the girl named Zhang Wen.

Those eyes, though slightly embarrassed by the rejection, remained clear.

In this home filled with hypocrisy,

Perhaps, these seemingly ordinary people outside are more real.

The breakfast ended in a subtle silence.

Fu Chaochao was probably in a good mood because she felt she had gotten rid of a "low-class" friend.

Fu Hua quietly got up with her older brother, ready to begin their mountain climb.

There was less expectation and more sober detachment.

She knew that with Fu Chaochao around, this mountain climbing trip was destined to be anything but peaceful.

Who knows what kind of trouble she'll cause this time.

Fragrant Hills in autumn is ablaze with color, its red leaves like fire, a truly magnificent sight.

But this mountain climbing trip was destined to be anything but easy from the very beginning.

Not long after entering the mountain gate, Fu Chaochao began her performance.

"Brother, I'm thirsty, could you lend me your water bottle?"

Her voice was sweet and delicate as she reached out to take the military water bottle from Fu Songchuan's hand.

Fu Songchuan silently handed it over.

After walking for less than fifteen minutes, she frowned again.

Rubbing her ankle, she said, "Ouch, this mountain path is so painful! My legs are a little sore. Big brother, shall we take a break? Or can you carry me on your back? Second brother always carried me before."

Fu Songchuan glanced at the mountain path, which he had only climbed less than a third of the way.

Then he looked at Fu Hua, who was breathing evenly and silently following beside him.

Helplessly, he said, "Then let's rest for five minutes. When you really can't walk anymore, I'll carry you on my back."

"My older brother is still the best to me."

Fu Chaochao glanced smugly at Fu Hua.

He then found a clean, large rock and sat down.

She took out a small handkerchief to fan herself, complaining, "The sun is quite strong."

This went on and on, with excuses like wanting water, complaining of being tired, and complaining of the sun coming out one after another.

No matter how unreasonable his demands were, Fu Songchuan would always fulfill them.

She kept using this method to provoke Fu Hua.

So what if you're their biological child?

They will still love me as always.

Fu Hua was completely unmoved by such childish tricks.

All they could see was the beautiful scenery.

People should breathe more fresh air; it makes a difference to their mood.

Fu Songchuan originally wanted to take the opportunity of hiking to talk more with Fu Hua and learn about her recent life and studies.

However, Fu Chaochao's annoyance made him even more upset, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

As they began climbing again, Fu Hua silently followed behind, her steps steady and her breathing even.

As for Fu Chaochao's childish ways of vying for favor, she found them laughably clumsy.

She neither responded nor complained.

She wouldn't show any jealousy or dissatisfaction as Fu Chaochao had hoped.