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

She deftly placed the last portion of braised pork ribs into Zhang Wen's lunchbox.

He said to Zhou Rong, "Classmate, come early tomorrow."

Zhou Rong stomped her feet in anger, protesting, "Auntie! I was the one who said it first!"

Aunt Wang's face hardened: "Whoever pays and gives the ticket first gets it! Zhang Wen is quick and has a sweet tongue; you should learn from her!"

Zhang Wen proudly raised her chin at Zhou Rong.

Carefully carrying the precious braised pork ribs, he returned to where Fu Hua was.

After she sat down, she pushed all the ribs, along with the box, in front of Fu Hua: "Hua Hua, eat up! You're too thin, you need to eat more. Thank you so much for standing up for me today!"

Fu Hua looked at the mountain of spare ribs piled up in her bowl.

Looking at Zhang Wen's genuine and untroubled smile, I felt a lump in my throat.

This friend, though boisterous, is simple and sincere at heart.

If you show her even a little kindness, she'll be willing to repay you tenfold.

In a distant corner, Lin Bei closed the book he hadn't been able to concentrate on at all.

His gaze fell on the elegant profile of the woman eating quietly, occasionally glancing up to whisper to Zhang Wen.

His deep eyes showed growing interest.

This Fu Hua looks delicate and frail, but her temperament is reserved and calm.

It seems to be... not quite what he imagined.

In the afternoon classes, each teacher would make a point of getting to know Fu Hua.

The teachers would also deliberately ask a few questions, and get unexpected answers.

All the teachers have automatically identified her as a promising student in Class 6 and are paying close attention to her.

As soon as the school bell rang, Class 6 scattered like birds and beasts.

Zhang Wen quickly packed her schoolbag and went to Fu Hua's side: "Huanhua, how are you getting home? Is someone coming to pick you up?"

Fu Hua shook her head. Her older brother was busy and probably wouldn't have time to pick her up.

"It's not far, I can walk back."

"How can that be? I'll take you there on my bike."

Zhang Wen patted her chest confidently, then grabbed Fu Hua and started walking out.

She went to the bike shed and pulled out her nearly new 26-inch women's bicycle.

She patted the back seat with a flourish, "Get in, I'll take you for a ride."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Fu Hua had no choice but to sit down sideways.

The initial stretch of the journey went smoothly, and Zhang Wen rode steadily.

He was humming a popular song from the movie "Velvet Flower": "There is a beautiful flower in the world."

This was almost changed to "Glorious Flower".

Zhang Wen is so trendy!

Just as I rounded the corner, the bicycle made a strange "creaking" sound.

The chain started to slip, and the vehicle slowed down noticeably.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Zhang Wen pedaled hard a few times, but the bike not only didn't accelerate, it instead emitted an even more ear-piercing screeching sound.

Finally, they simply went on strike and stopped moving altogether.

Zhang Wen awkwardly jumped out of the car, checked the situation, and her face instantly fell.

He stamped his foot in frustration: "Ugh, this damn bike, the chain seems to be loose and stuck."

This is what is called the light key failing at a certain moment.

She tried to repair it by hand, getting her hands covered in grease, but to no avail.

Fu Hua didn't urge them, but stood quietly to the side waiting.

Zhang Wen felt her face burning.

They made a big promise just now, and then immediately failed to deliver. It's incredibly embarrassing.

"I'm so sorry, Huahua, this car keeps having problems every few days..."

Zhang Wen hung her head, looking like a defeated rooster.

Fu Hua smiled and said gently, "It's alright, let's take a walk and enjoy the street view."

So the two of them had no choice but to push the "strike" bicycle side by side on the street in the evening.

The setting sun cast long shadows of them.

I passed by a music store, and they were playing Teresa Teng's most popular songs at the moment, with the volume turned up really high.

Several young men and women with fashionable hairstyles, dressed in floral shirts and flared pants, stood at the store entrance.

It has a distinctly street-smart vibe.

One of the blond boys saw Zhang Wen and his eyes lit up.

He raised his hand to greet her, "Sister Wen!" but before he could even say it,

Zhang Wen's expression changed drastically. She immediately raised her hand and waved it forcefully in that direction.

His eyes held a warning, signaling them not to come any closer.

Seeing this, the young men reluctantly lowered their hands and didn't go any further.

He just curiously observed Zhang Wen and Fu Hua, who had a completely different temperament beside her.

"Who's this? When did our Sister Wen get such a beautiful friend? I didn't know!"

"Who says otherwise? Sister Wen abandoned us. Did you see that? She just waved at us."

Several trendy young people looked utterly defeated.

Fu Hua saw all of this and understood.

Zhang Wen was a "troublemaker" at school, and clearly had some "gangster" friends outside.

But she doesn't seem to want to come into contact with that side of herself.

"Those people seem to be your friends. Didn't you go and say hello?"

Fu Hua asked with a smile.

Zhang Wen's face flushed slightly, and she explained in a low voice, somewhat embarrassed, "You noticed? We were... friends before, but not very close."

Fu Hua nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

As they walked to the vicinity of the military dependents' compound, Fu Hua stopped and said, "I'll leave you here. Thank you, Zhang Wen."

"Don't be so polite with me!"

Zhang Wen waved her hand, watching Fu Hua walk towards the heavily guarded gate of the compound.

Her eyes were clear, and then she waved and shouted, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, wait for me, Huahua!"

Fu Hua still waved her hand as usual.

Zhang Wen understood perfectly. Pushing her broken bicycle, she didn't go straight home.

Instead, they turned a corner and arrived at the entrance of a nearby primary school.

Not long after, the school bell rang, and a little kid carrying a big schoolbag...

It shot out like a small cannonball and landed precisely on Zhang Wen's leg.

"Sis! Why did you come to pick me up today?"

The little boy was about seven or eight years old, with dark skin and bright, clever eyes.

"You brat, isn't it nice that your sister's here to pick you up?"

Zhang Wen ruffled her younger brother's spiky short hair.

He pushed the bicycle in front of him. "Here's a task for you: push this bike!"

Looking at the broken bike, the younger brother sighed like a little adult: "Sis, you broke the bike again? How many times this month? Uncle Wang, the mechanic, says he's practically your family's personal mechanic."

"Stop talking nonsense! Push it!"

Zhang Wen blushed and gently kicked her younger brother's butt.

The siblings, bickering and arguing, arrived at a car repair stall on a street corner.

Zhang Wen greeted the mechanic familiarly and handed her car over for inspection.

While waiting, the younger brother mysteriously approached Zhang Wen.

He pulled a few crumpled coins from his pocket, lowered his voice,

He said excitedly, "Sis, look! The allowance I saved today is enough to buy two cream popsicles. I'll share one with you, isn't that generous of me?"

Seeing her younger brother's proud, boastful expression, Zhang Wen's heart softened.

Just as I was about to praise him for being sensible, my younger brother continued, "It was that 'chubby guy' in my class who lost to me. He bet me that I could get into the top 500 in the grade, and I said I couldn't even get into the top 800. He didn't believe me! Haha, I won."