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

She would only occasionally stop to quietly gaze at the red leaves covering the mountains and fields in the distance.

Or bend down and pick up a uniquely shaped fallen leaf, examining it closely.

It was as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with her.

Her calmness and patience, on the contrary, made Fu Songchuan, who was initially annoyed by Fu Chaochao's noise, feel more at ease.

He began to look at her with newfound respect.

At first, I thought bringing Fu Chaochao along would be "lively."

Now, Fu Songchuan was panting heavily as he climbed.

She couldn't help but mutter, "Chao Chao, can't you just shut up and save your energy for climbing the mountain?"

Finally, after many stumbles and falls, the three of them reached the summit of Incense Burner Peak.

Looking into the distance, the mountains rise and fall, and the red leaves stretch like a sea, creating a magnificent sight.

The autumn breeze, carrying a refreshing coolness, dispelled the fatigue of the mountain climb.

Fu Chaochao was probably trying to salvage her "spoiled" image from the journey.

Or perhaps it was to showcase their "talent"

She tidied her wind-blown hair and took a deep breath.

Facing the mountains ablaze with red leaves, he recited in a deliberately elevated, almost chanting tone: "The red leaves of the Western Hills are beautiful, their color deepens with the heavy frost. Hmm... Autumn colors stretch to the waves, and cold mist rises from the water..."

She racked her brains to piece together verses she'd somehow come across, though they were neither fish nor fowl.

But in her opinion, it was already extremely well-written.

How could a country bumpkin like her understand this kind of sentiment?

After reading it aloud, Fu Chaochao gave Fu Hua a meaningful glance.

With a smug smile, he said, "Isn't Fragrant Hills in Beijing especially beautiful in autumn?"

You're living in the countryside, you probably haven't seen a view like this before, have you?

She emphasized the word "we" very heavily.

Fu Songchuan could naturally hear the disdain and boastfulness in her words, and he coughed awkwardly.

Seeing Fu Chaochao looking over, Fu Songchuan winked at her.

He gestured for her to watch her words and not embarrass Fu Hua.

Fu Hua, however, did not care.

Whether it's mockery or something else.

She stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing intently at the magnificent red sea of ​​flowers.

The autumn wind blew the stray hairs across her forehead, revealing her smooth forehead and calm eyes.

The scene before her reminded her of her past life.

She once stood at the top, looking down upon the world.

Now, time has passed, and everything seems like a mirage.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she spoke softly, her voice low.

Yet it blends clearly into the wind, carrying a naturally flowing sentiment:

"Since ancient times, autumn has been associated with sorrow and desolation, but I say that autumn days surpass even spring mornings."

A crane soars into the clear sky, its flight inspiring poetic thoughts that reach the heavens.

This is an ancient poem that we learned in elementary school!

It perfectly matches her state of mind.

No matter where she falls, as long as she still knows who she is.

They will then return to their rightful place.

There was no deliberate embellishment, no affectation.

He simply recited Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poem" to fit the occasion.

The boldness and high spirits in the poem blended strangely with her figure standing alone on the mountaintop, neither humble nor arrogant.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him, who was also admiring the scenery,

A bespectacled, refined-looking middle-aged man couldn't help but clap his hands in praise:

"Excellent! 'Then poetic inspiration soars to the azure sky,' young lady, this poem is well chosen, and the sentiment is even better! Reciting it on an autumn day while climbing to a high place is just right!"

Fu Songchuan looked in the direction of the voice, a look of surprise on his face: "Uncle Gao? You're here to climb the mountain too?"

The middle-aged man walked over with a smile and patted Fu Songchuan on the shoulder: "It's Songchuan! It's the Double Ninth Festival, so come out and stretch your muscles."

His gaze fell admiringly on Fu Hua. "And this is?"

"This is my younger sister, Fu Hua. She hasn't been in Beijing for long."

Song Songchuan quickly introduced them, and then said to Fu Hua, "Hua Hua, this is Principal Gao of Minghua Middle School, and also Dad's comrade-in-arms."

Fu Hua greeted him confidently, "Hello, Principal Gao."

Principal Gao smiled and nodded, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration: "Fu Hua, is that right? Not bad, not bad at all."

Your dad told me about your entrance exam. Don't worry, the questions are of average difficulty.

Based on your attitude and vision just now, I have high hopes for you! Prepare well, and you're sure to get good results!

The tone he used when speaking to Fu Hua reflected the earnest expectations an elder had for an outstanding younger generation.

When his gaze turned to Fu Chaochao, whose face looked rather unpleasant,

He simply exchanged a polite greeting: "Chaochao, you need to work harder on your grades lately and strive to be in the top three in the whole school."

Fu Chaochao was initially a little unhappy, but upon hearing this, she immediately beamed with joy.

This reflects the principal's high hopes for her.

"Don't worry, Principal, I will definitely work hard and get into the top three in the next monthly exam."

Anyone can talk big, but Fu Chaochao lacks talent and is easily distracted by various trivial matters.

If it weren't for the Fu family's various tutoring programs and abundant resources, she probably wouldn't even have made it into the top five.

Principal Gao and his colleagues decided to stay and enjoy the autumn scenery.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fu Songchuan led his two younger sisters down the mountain.

On the way, he happened to meet a soldier, who was Fu Songchuan's comrade-in-arms.

So they went down the mountain together.

This soldier was unremarkable in appearance, with a broad face, and his name was Zhang Kuan. He was unrestrained and bold.

Fu Chaochao looked down on these crude, low-ranking soldiers and was not very willing to talk to them.

Fu Hua, on the other hand, is quiet but also good at socializing. Her thoughts and experiences are bound to provide topics for conversation with others.

Zhang Kuan also had a very good impression of Fu Hua.

After descending from Incense Burner Peak, everyone's legs were a bit sore and weak.

But at the foot of the mountain, a completely different scene unfolded.

A sizable lake lies nestled amidst the autumn mountains, its clear waters reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and vibrant mountain colors.

Several small, hand-rowed boats drifted leisurely on the lake.

The afternoon sun in autumn sprinkled on the lake, creating shimmering golden light, which was quite poetic.

Looking at the lake, Zhang Kuan suggested, "We've walked for a long time and are tired. Why don't we take a boat ride on the lake and rest? I've heard that you can see Fragrant Hills from the water with a different perspective."

Fu Chaochao was feeling tired from walking, so she immediately nodded in agreement: "Great! It's much more comfortable to take a boat, and we can see the scenery too."

She deliberately ignored all her complaints on the mountain, as if they didn't exist.

"Huahua, what do you think? If you don't want to sit, you can just say so, and I'll sit with you on the shore for a while."

Fu Songchuan grew increasingly fond of his younger sister.

Fu Hua smiled and said, "Big brother, I'm not tired. Let's go take a boat."

She really wanted to see this beautiful landscape from different perspectives.

Fu Chaochao stared at Fu Hua's retreating figure, gritting her teeth.

On what grounds?

She's only been here a few days, but she's already stolen her brother's attention.

The older brother actually cares so much about her feelings.

Zhang Kuan was puzzled. Along the way, he felt that the gentle and quiet girl was more like Fu Songchuan's younger sister.

The one in front of me, however, seems rather impulsive.

Unlike the Fu family.

The group walked toward the dock.

There weren't many people at the pier, and there was a short queue in front of the ticket window.

As they were queuing, a burst of laughter came from the side.

Then Zhang Wen and several boys walked over.

The boys were wearing what was considered "fashionable" bell-bottoms or floral shirts at the time, and their hair was also a bit long.

It carries a quality that was considered "streetwise" in this era.

Zhang Wen walked among them, a smile on her face, seemingly arguing about who would row the boat later.