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

In the dim underwater light, it seemed to flash a very faint glimmer.

A few drops of blood seeping from Fu Hua's wound landed on the hard object.

Strangely, the blood droplet did not spread in the water.

Instead, it seemed to be absorbed by the object and disappeared instantly.

At the same time, Fu Hua felt a slight tremor deep within her consciousness.

It was as if something had been quietly connected.

This is... a cheat code?

The situation was critical, and she had no time to think. She grabbed the object and stuffed it into her pocket.

Then forcefully tear off the last piece of seaweed.

He pulled Zhang Wen, who had already lost consciousness, from behind and struggled to swim upwards.

"Splash!" The two broke out of the water.

"Quick! Pull them up!"

Zhang Kuan and Fu Songchuan quickly reached out and together pulled the unconscious Zhang Wen and the soaking wet, purple-lipped Fu Hua onto the boat.

Zhang Wen's face was already pale, and she had stopped breathing.

"Wenzi! Wenzi, wake up!"

Her companions clung to the side of the boat, crying out.

Ignoring the cold and exhaustion, Fu Hua knelt on the deck.

Quickly recall first aid methods in your mind.

She first cleared the debris from Zhang Wen's mouth and nose, took a deep breath, and began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Then, place your hands together and rhythmically press on Zhang Wen's chest.

One, two, three...

Everyone on the ship held their breath.

Fu Songchuan watched nervously, never expecting that Fu Hua, a teenage girl from the countryside, would be so calm in the face of trouble.

Zhang Kuan whispered to Fu Songchuan, "I've seen this technique before; it's a hospital emergency procedure. Your sister is amazing for her age; she even knows this."

Fu Songchuan's eyes were full of affirmation and appreciation.

Without Fu Hua, the two soldiers would have had no other choice but to get him to the hospital as soon as possible.

Fu Chaochao sat at the stern of the boat, her eyes filled with complex emotions, a hint of barely perceptible regret and jealousy.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Zhang Wen suddenly spat out a mouthful of water, coughed violently, her eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"She's awake! She's awake!"

"Great! Wenzi, you scared us to death!"

Her companions wept with joy, casting grateful glances at Fu Hua.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! If it weren't for you..."

The tall boy who had advised Zhang Wen earlier was now filled with lingering fear and sincere gratitude.

Zhang Wen leaned weakly against her companion, soaked to the bone with her hair clinging to her face.

But he stared intently at Fu Hua.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but due to choking on water and shock, he couldn't make a sound.

He simply looked at her with eyes full of gratitude.

Fu Hua breathed a sigh of relief, only then feeling the biting cold and the burning pain of the wound on her arm.

She wrapped her soaked coat tightly around herself, her body trembling slightly, but her back remained straight.

Fu Songchuan immediately took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Looking at her, his eyes were filled with unprecedented shock, admiration, and heartache.

Zhang Kuan chuckled and gave a thumbs-up, praising, "Girl, you're really something! So brave!"

Fu Chaochao's eyes suddenly tightened as she looked at Fu Hua, who was surrounded by everyone's gratitude and care.

Why should she receive preferential treatment when she's in such a sorry state?

It was right of her not to save him.

Her swimming teacher once said that she should protect herself first.

Do not swim in places with complex environments.

Blame Zhang Wen; it's their fault for fooling around on the boat.

Fu Hua didn't think that much about it; she loved swimming in her past life.

This method helps to clear the mind.

She only chose to save people when she was absolutely certain of success.

Zhang Wen's companion was worried and helped her to the hospital.

After this incident, the group lost all interest in sightseeing.

"Huahua, invite your older brother to visit the military base sometime."

Before parting, Zhang Kuan warmly invited Fu Hua to stay.

Fu Hua smiled and agreed.

Fu Chaochao waited a long time before Zhang Kuan added, "Chaochao, come along too."

What does this mean?

It made her seem like an afterthought.

She doesn't want to go to the army; they're all stinky men, how can they smell good?

As soon as they entered the house, Fu Xiao and Su Yurou began to ask each other about each other's well-being.

Then there's Fu Youchuan, who keeps asking questions, as if deliberately trying to attract his parents' attention.

They wanted them to ignore Fu Hua.

Two people stood around the chattering Fu Chaochao, their smiles loving.

Fu Songchuan was just about to mention Fu Hua's rescue that afternoon,

Fu Chaochao pulled him to sit on the sofa: "Mom and Dad, we took a lot of photos, they're all here with my older brother."

"Brother, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and take out the camera so Mom and Dad can see it. It's a pity they couldn't see the autumn scenery and red leaves of Fragrant Hills this year."

Distracted like this, Fu Songchuan could only focus his attention on fiddling with the camera.

Fu Hua wouldn't be foolish enough to stand by the door and be jealous.

She went upstairs at a leisurely pace.

Take off your wet clothes, take a shower, and blow-dry your hair.

Until I sat down at the desk by the bed,

The bone-chilling cold emanating from the lakebed seemed not to have completely dissipated.

Her body trembled slightly as she got up and took a coat from the closet to put it on.

My body immediately felt warm.

Loving yourself is the most authentic thing.

Now that she was alone, she had the perfect opportunity to examine closely the "reward" she had obtained from the silt and weeds at the bottom of the lake.

She took the bracelet out of the pocket of her wet coat.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, with a strange, nourishing warmth that seems to soothe the soul.

It dispelled the last trace of coldness from her body.

It was not the jade she initially thought when she touched it underwater.

Instead, it is a deep, almost black, brownish wood.

The wood is as fine as the finest inkstone, with naturally formed, flowing, subtle patterns on its surface.

It feels warm to the touch; it is no ordinary product.

What's even more peculiar is that this wooden bracelet is emitting an extremely delicate and elegant fragrance, resembling neither sandalwood nor orchid.

The sound of it calms the mind and makes one's thoughts clear.

The fragrance slowly permeated her small room, soothing and delightful.

This smells better than any perfume I've ever smelled before.

Fu Hua focused her mind and tried to immerse herself in the experience.

Consciousness seemed to pass through an invisible membrane.

The next moment, she "saw" a much wider world!

This is a boundless space, filled with a light white mist.

Beneath our feet lies moist, fertile black soil.

Not far away, there was a spring bubbling with white spiritual energy.

The spring water was crystal clear, radiating a vitality several times stronger than that of the wooden bracelet itself.

The mere thought of it invigorated her.

It was as if all the fatigue and frustration of the past few days had been washed away.

Behind the spring, dozens of heavy wooden crates were neatly stacked!

With a thought, she "opened" the lid of one of the boxes—

In an instant, a golden light almost dazzled her eyes!

Inside was a whole box filled with neatly stacked gold bars!

Another box was opened, containing various exquisite porcelain, jade artifacts, and scrolls of calligraphy and painting.

It's obvious at a glance that it's a priceless antique!

Absolutely confirmed!

This is the "golden finger" that belongs to the fake heiress in the book.