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

Fu Hua's heart began to race involuntarily.

That's a cheat code!

It's like a trump card.

She suppressed the shock in her heart and tried to send a pencil on the table into space with her mind.

With a thought, the pencil instantly disappeared from the table and reappeared safely on the black soil in the space.

With another thought, the pencil was back in my hand.

Access is seamless, and the storage function is confirmed to be working correctly.

She could even sense that she could enter this space entirely if she wanted to!

This is far more advanced than a space that can only be accessed through thought and used to store inanimate objects.

The brown wooden bracelet in my hand, exuding a subtle fragrance and containing hidden secrets,

The tension that had been building since I came into this world finally eased a little.

She was certain that Fu Chaochao had not seized this opportunity.

They had no idea it existed.

By a twist of fate, I got there first.

No, it's about seizing the initiative!

Unexpectedly, the key to the golden finger lies with Zhang Wen.

I don't know how Fu Chaochao got the cheat code in the original book.

As Fu Hua carefully sensed the nourishing aura emanating from the spiritual spring in the space,

There was a knock on the door, followed by Su Yurou's voice: "Huahua, are you asleep? Mom cut some fruit for you."

Fu Hua sneered. So, he finally remembered her?

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed any unusual expression on her face and went to open the door.

Su Yurou walked in carrying a plate of apples, her face showing a slight awkwardness.

The eldest son, Fu Songchuan, had just told the couple about Fu Hua's rescue of someone during the lake trip.

They then realized that they had overlooked Fu Hua.

"Huahua, it's all your dad's and my fault, we've gotten used to it... You can see that Chaochao is quite delicate."

Sigh, let's not talk about that. How are you? Is anything bothering you? You must tell me.

Fu Hua shook her head: "I'm fine, thank you."

Su Yurou's expression stiffened slightly as she faced this child who was more composed than most adults.

And those eyes that see through everything.

Sometimes, she even seems to be able to see through people's hearts.

It felt like walking down the street naked, completely uncomfortable.

"That's good, that's good. Here, have an apple."

Su Yurou placed the fruit plate on the table, her nostrils twitching slightly.

A look of surprise and curiosity crossed her face: "Huh? Huahua, what kind of incense are you burning in your room? It smells so good!"

The fragrance is delicate and unique, unlike that of ordinary soaps or face creams.

Upon hearing this, Fu Hua looked bewildered and shook her head.

In a calm tone, she said, "No, I didn't light any incense. Maybe... the window was open, and the scent of flowers drifted in from outside?"

She pointed out the window, where only golden ginkgo trees were visible.

Su Yurou sniffed again, suspicious. The fragrance was rich and unique, definitely not an ordinary floral scent.

But looking at her daughter's innocent and genuinely unaware expression, she couldn't detect any flaws.

With a mixture of doubt and skepticism, I could only offer a couple of words of advice: "Get some rest early" and "Remember to eat the fruit," before leaving with a heart full of questions.

The door closed again.

Fu Hua walked to the bedside, took out the brown wooden bracelet from under the pillow, and felt the warm, smooth texture it emanated from it.

Even without getting close enough to smell it, the subtle fragrance is impossible to ignore.

In just a short while, the clothes, sheets, and blankets were all filled with this delicate fragrance.

She gripped the bracelet tightly, feeling the strange connection between it and her blood.

She tried to hide the bracelet in her pocket; the faint fragrance seemed to have faded a little, but it hadn't disappeared.

The aroma cannot be completely masked and may attract some unnecessary attention.

But compared to the immense help this space and those treasures offer, this risk is worth taking.

She tried a sip of the spiritual spring water; it was sweet and refreshing.

That sweetness that warmed her to the core was better than any spring water or special-supply water she had ever drunk.

As for what changes will occur in the body if you drink it long-term?

She doesn't know either!

In the stillness of the night, only a dim bedside lamp was lit in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Su Yurou leaned against the headboard and gently rubbed the freshly applied face cream into her skin.

She was preoccupied with her thoughts and finally couldn't help but sigh.

He turned to Fu Xiao, who was looking at documents next to him, and said, "Old Fu, have you noticed? Huahua has been back for so many days, and she hasn't called us 'Dad' or 'Mom' even once."

Fu Xiao paused in his flipping through the documents, then took off his glasses.

He rubbed his temples, a complex look of disappointment on his face: "Well... I never called you that."

Did he not notice that?

The child was quiet and reserved, but his gaze always carried a distance, polite yet aloof.

"I heard from Songchuan that today in Xiangshan, that child saw someone fall into the water and jumped in to save them without thinking. I still feel scared when I think about it."

"Songchuan also kept telling me that Chaochao didn't take the initiative to save people."

Su Yurou's tone was conflicted, "Chaochao is a bit spoiled, but Huahua, that child, the way she jumped into the water to save people was too... too reckless. It's so dangerous for a girl!"

Furthermore, Chaochao said she was trying to show off in front of the university principal; wasn't that a bit too competitive?

Subconsciously, she was still more inclined to protect Fu Chaochao, whom she had raised herself.

He felt somewhat uncomfortable and unable to control his biological daughter's silent yet unexpected actions.

Fu Xiao shook his head, his tone becoming serious: "You can't say that. If Huahua hadn't jumped down so decisively today, that girl named Zhang Wen would probably be in grave danger."

This is an act of bravery, a good thing! How can it be called reckless?

As for reciting poetry, that shows the child has a natural talent and composure. I think Huahua is quite good; she's calm, steady, and knows what she's doing, just like someone from the Fu family.

Su Yurou was a little unhappy when her husband rejected her idea, and muttered, "Anyway, I think Chaochao is more considerate..."

Fu Xiao looked at his wife, knowing she couldn't quite grasp the situation, and didn't want to argue any further.

Then she remembered something else, and her brows furrowed slightly: "Speaking of Chaochao, I'm reminded of something important..."

As you know, not long after Huahua was born, Lao Zhou and I arranged a marriage between our two families' children. Logically, this marriage should have been Huahua's.

Su Yurou was taken aback, not expecting her husband to suddenly bring up this matter.

"How can this be allowed?"

Su Yurou looked troubled: "But both families have already decided that Chaochao is the one for this marriage, and the children all know that."

We all live in the same compound; how can such a thing be changed so easily? Besides, both children know about it. What will Chaochao think of us if she finds out? I don't agree to this.”

"Foolish!"

Fu Xiao's tone became more forceful, "Back then, it was said to be my biological daughter! Who knew there would be this mix-up at the baby's parents? This betrothal, by all accounts, should have been Huahua's!"

"How can that be?!"

Su Yurou sat up straight immediately, her voice rising, "Chaochao and that Zhou family boy are childhood sweethearts, aren't they?"

Although Zhou Lie hasn't come back often in recent years, everyone has tacitly accepted this fact!

Now that it's suddenly Huahua, what will Chaochao think? What will the Zhou family think? The Zhou family is finding things getting better and better! We can't afford to offend anyone carelessly.

Her first thought was about Fu Chaochao's situation and feelings.