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

"What default? That's a mistake!"

Fu Xiao's attitude was very firm: "I didn't know before, but now that Huahua is back, this marriage should naturally belong to her."

This is the proper way! Otherwise, what will people think of the Fu family in the future? Using an adopted daughter to substitute for their biological daughter in a marriage? What kind of nonsense is that!

Seeing that his wife was about to argue, he softened his tone.

With a hint of persuasion: "Yu Rou, I know you feel sorry for Chao Chao. You've raised her for eighteen years and have developed feelings for her. How could I not feel sorry for her too?"

"But Huahua is our own flesh and blood. She suffered so much outside. Now that she's back, shouldn't we make it up to her?"

This marriage, according to reason, custom, and tradition, should be hers. It's good for her, and it's good for our Fu family.

Su Yurou opened her mouth, looking at her husband's unquestionable expression.

She knew she couldn't go against her husband's wishes.

And upon closer reflection, her husband's words did indeed hold water in terms of reasoning.

She finally slumped back against the headboard and sighed.

With a hint of reluctance and worry, she said, "...You're right. Well...then tomorrow, I'll find an opportunity to talk to Chaochao about it. I'm afraid the child will be sad and upset again."

She could almost see Fu Chaochao's tearful face, and her heart tightened again.

Seeing his wife relent, Fu Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and put his glasses back on. "Yes, it's time to make things clear. As for Chaochao, try to appease her. After all, we won't mistreat her."

The couple, each with their own thoughts, ended the conversation, which was destined to have no satisfactory answer.

The cold moonlight shone in through the window, making the undercurrents in this home even clearer.

The next morning, Fu Hua changed into a plain white knee-length dress.

The design is simple, without any unnecessary decorations, except for a black leather belt around the waist to accentuate the figure.

This dress was picked out by Su Yurou at the department store.

The fabric was from a dress brand, not very expensive, but it suited her surprisingly well, making her look even more aloof and elegant with fair skin.

Because I drank the spiritual spring water, the dampness I felt yesterday was completely gone.

He looked radiant and full of energy.

She opened the door, and just then, Fu Songchuan from next door also came out.

He wore a white shirt, military green trousers, and green rubber shoes, looking clean and neat.

"Big brother!"

Fu Hua greeted her with a smile.

"Little sister!"

Fu Songchuan unconsciously changed the most intimate nickname he used for Fu Chaochao to Fu Hua.

You look beautiful today!

Fu Songchuan offered a heartfelt compliment.

"Thanks, brother. You're quite handsome too."

Fu Hua smiled slightly, her expression both playful and composed!

The two stood side by side on the second-floor corridor, the morning sunlight streaming in through the window at the top of the stairs, outlining their silhouettes.

Fu Chaochao, who was about to go downstairs, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Looking at the two people standing side by side on the stairs, my heart felt like it had been squeezed hard by an invisible hand.

When did the relationship between the older brother and her become so good that they greet each other?

It's only been a few days.

What kind of magic does this woman possess?

Fu Chaochao walked quickly downstairs, not wanting to look at it again.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them slowly descended the stairs.

Downstairs at the dining table, the Fu family couldn't help but glance at the two people on the stairs.

The scholarly air about the eldest brother, Fu Songchuan, and the calm, aloof profile of Fu Hua complement each other perfectly.

They all have beautiful, slightly upturned phoenix eyes.

Their facial features and temperament all resembled those of Su Yurou's maternal family.

The second child, having grown up in a military family on his grandparents' side, has a fiery and strong personality.

This strong sense of déjà vu stems from shared bloodlines and similar bone structure.

It was a silent yet powerful declaration—they were the real siblings.

Fu Xiao, who was reading the newspaper, looked up.

His gaze fell on his children at the bottom of the stairs, and his hand holding the newspaper paused slightly.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if he were seeing through them the day he met his wife many years ago.

She was also at the stairwell, wearing a simple white dress, clean and pure.

He was dressed the same way as his son at the time.

In the blink of an eye, the children have grown up so much!

He quietly withdrew his gaze, revealing a fatherly smile: "Come down and eat."

Aunt Liu, who was carrying a bowl of porridge out of the kitchen, couldn't help but stop when she saw this scene.

He whispered to Su Yurou beside him, "Yurou, look... these two children, their features, their demeanor, they really resemble their grandmother so much, especially Huahua, she looks exactly like you when you were young..."

Su Yurou was setting out the bowls and chopsticks when she heard the sound and looked over.

Looking at Fu Hua's face, which resembled his mother and son so much, he felt a mix of emotions.

That was her biological daughter, but that sense of estrangement made her feel inexplicably lost and a little bit of...guilt.

She forced a smile but didn't respond to Aunt Liu's words.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was subtle.

Fu Hua quietly ate the porridge in front of her.

Her subtle and unique woody scent once again wafted through the air.

It's clearer than it was in the room yesterday.

The fragrance is not strong, but it is very noticeable and refreshing.

Fu Xiao twitched his nose, glanced at Fu Hua, and said nothing.

Su Yurou also noticed, opened her mouth, but remembered her husband's words last night, and swallowed her question back.

Only Fu Chaochao looked somewhat uneasy; the fragrance made her restless.

For some reason, she had felt uneasy since yesterday.

She felt that something that belonged to her had disappeared, but she didn't know what it was.

Looking at Fu Hua's simple white dress and smelling her radiant fragrance,

It felt incredibly irritating to the eyes and nose.

Her eyes darted around, and a seemingly concerned smile appeared on her face.

She spoke in a sweet voice, "Little sister, what kind of face cream are you using today? The scent is quite unique."

She paused, then changed the subject, offering a somewhat "kind" reminder, "However, our Minghua Middle School has very strict rules. Students are not allowed to wear perfume or use skincare products with strong fragrances, because they say it's to avoid affecting the learning atmosphere."

"Little sister, you just came from the countryside, so you might not know this. I'm telling you in advance so you don't get caught by the disciplinary teacher."

This statement, seemingly a reminder, actually subtly emphasizes Fu Hua's "countryside" background and "lack of manners."

The eyes of everyone at the table were focused on Fu Hua.

Fu Hua calmly put down her chopsticks, picked up the handkerchief beside her, and wiped her mouth.

She looked up at Fu Chaochao, her gaze calm and unwavering: "Thanks for the reminder, however..."

She paused slightly, puzzled. "I didn't use any face cream or perfume. It's probably just the smell of laundry soap."

Go ahead and guess, it's impossible to find out anyway.

"That's impossible. I washed my clothes with soap too, so why don't they smell like that?"

Fu Chaochao stubbornly persisted, "Little sister, wearing perfume isn't anything shameful. What's there to be ashamed of?"

"Alright, Chaochao! Mom has never bought perfume for Huahua."

Su Yurou, unusually, offered an explanation for Fu Hua: "It probably really does smell like soap."

What kind of soap smells so good?

Fu Chaochao thought Fu Hua was a complete liar.

How could Mom believe such an obvious lie?