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

Zhang Wen's smile froze instantly, and her lips twitched.

Looking at his younger brother's face, flushed with excitement from "winning,"

A surge of anger mixed with a helpless frustration welled up inside him.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the urge to punch someone.

Finally, she gritted her teeth.

He squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "...Thank you, my dear brother."

The younger brother hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet.

Looking up innocently, she asked, "Sis, what about the popsicle...?"

"Popsicle my foot!"

Zhang Wen finally couldn't hold back any longer and snatched the few small bills away.

"I'm confiscating the spoils of war that betrayed my sister."

"Wenzi, the car is fixed. Do you think it's okay?"

Zhang Wen got up to check, then patted the back seat: "Driver, add another cushion for me, I need to carry passengers."

"no problem."

The master got busy again and finished in a short while.

"Alright, how much, sir?"

"It's three cents in total."

The spoils were then transferred to the mechanic.

The younger brother's wry smile vanished without a trace because of the back seat cushion.

Instead, a big smile appeared on her face: "Sis, I knew it, you're the best to me."

"Go home by yourself."

Zhang Wen left with those words and rode off on her bicycle.

The younger brother's smile froze, and after a moment he shouted, "Zhang Wen, I'm going to tell Mom you bullied me!"

…………

Fu Hua pushed open the heavy wooden door of her home, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped her.

In the living room, the father, Fu Xiao, sat on the sofa with a sullen face, not turning a single page of the newspaper in his hand for a long time.

The mother, Su Yurou, sat on the other side, her brows furrowed.

The tea in front of me had long since lost its heat.

Clearly, Principal Gao had already informed the couple about her insistence on attending Class 6.

A "three-way trial" awaits her.

Fu Hua had just put down her schoolbag and hadn't even had time to change her shoes when...

Fu Chaochao and Fu Youchuan also entered.

Seeing the somber atmosphere in the living room, she guessed that her parents must already know that Fu Hua had failed her exam.

He even ended up in Class 6, the worst class in the entire school.

Her eyes darted around, and her face immediately changed to one of worry and concern.

He quickly walked to Su Yurou's side and gently advised, "Dad, Mom, don't be angry."

Fu Hua had just come from the countryside and didn't do well on the exam, so it was understandable that she was assigned to Class 6, Ding.

You need to give her more time. I believe she can definitely get into Class A. Don't put too much pressure on her.

Her words seemed to be an attempt to exonerate Fu Hua.

This actually confirmed the speculation that "Fu Hua did not do well on the exam."

They also emphasized the label of "countryside," as if it were only natural that she didn't do well on the exam.

Fu Youchuan threw down his schoolbag and leaned back in the chair next to the dining table.

He scoffed, "She can get into Class A? I'd write my name backwards."

What kind of school is Minghua? It's a place where top students gather!

Some people shouldn't have gone in so recklessly; they just brought shame upon themselves!

Now look what happened, they were assigned to the worst class, Class D. How utterly humiliating!

I think it's just a deliberate act of going against her parents, a silent form of rebellion!

These are exactly what the couple wanted to say.

They felt that Fu Hua did it on purpose.

Why did you have to go to the worst class, Ding Liu, when you did so well on the exam?

If this isn't just being a contrarian, then what is it?

Fu Xiao's expression darkened further, and even Su Yurou's gaze towards Fu Hua was filled with dissatisfaction and scrutiny.

Faced with this barrage of accusations and misunderstandings,

Fu Hua showed no sign of panic.

She changed her shoes, walked to the center of the living room, and calmly met her parents' displeased gaze.

His voice was clear and steady: "I think you may have misunderstood. My choice of Class Ding-Liu was based on my own considerations; it wasn't a deliberate act of rebellion, nor was it related to my exam scores."

"Irrelevant?"

Fu Xiao finally spoke, his voice filled with suppressed anger, "Then tell me, what are your considerations? You did well on the exam, so why would you give up the best Class A and go to that chaotic Class D?"

What?

She got into the top class? Impossible!

Fu Chaochao looked at Fu Hua in disbelief.

Fu Hua had already prepared her explanation.

She said calmly, "The learning pace in Class A is fast and the competition is intense. I need time to adapt and consolidate my foundation after being away from the classroom for a while."

Although the academic atmosphere in Class D is not as intense, the environment is relatively free and the pressure is low.

It's more suitable for me to fill in the gaps in my knowledge and proceed step by step at this stage.

Furthermore, I believe that learning primarily depends on self-discipline. No matter which class you're in, as long as you're willing to work hard, you can learn well. Principal Gao also respected my choice.

That's a very official answer!

It is reasonable and justifiable, thus explaining his "considerations".

This also implies that he has not been slacking off, but rather has a clear plan.

Finally, they even brought out Principal Gao.

They should find it hard to label her anymore.

Fu Xiao and Su Yurou were both stunned for a moment, and the anger on their faces subsided somewhat.

Instead, there was an unexpected scrutiny.

They never expected their daughter, at such a young age, to be able to think so much.

It is remarkable that he could speak so coherently and clearly.

I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Fu Youchuan, however, curled his lip in disdain: "That sounds nice, but who knows if it's just an excuse. A country bumpkin like him thinks he can get in..."

"Shut up!"

Fu Xiao rarely scolded his youngest son.

His gaze returned to Fu Hua, and his tone softened considerably, "Even if you have your own ideas, you should discuss them with your family."

"Your dad is right. These things should be discussed. Even if we don't go to Class A, we can't go to Class D."

Su Yurou sighed as well, her gaze falling again on Fu Hua's old schoolbag.

Suddenly, I felt a little uneasy.

A complex emotion welled up inside me.

She softened her voice, with a hint of caution she herself didn't realize: "Huahua, your schoolbag... it's so worn out, why didn't you tell me you wanted a new one? Mommy will take you to buy a new one tomorrow, okay?"

"good,"

Fu Hua lowered her head and lovingly stroked the bag, explaining, "This schoolbag was bought for me by my homeroom teacher with her own salary when I graduated from elementary school."

She said she hoped I could carry it to farther places and still use it, so she couldn't bear to throw it away.

Her words were soft, without a trace of complaint or sob story.

Simply stating a fact calmly is more powerful than any heated argument.

So that's how it is!

This child hasn't forgotten his roots; they've misunderstood him.

In an instant, both Fu Xiao and Su Yurou were touched.

Fu Xiao gave his wife a reproachful look and questioned her: Why haven't you bought a new schoolbag today?

Su Yurou also felt a little guilty, as she was going out to go shopping today.

It wasn't until Fu Xiao called and told Fu Hua about this that she immediately lost her mood.

Fu Chaochao's smile froze.

The obvious pity and affection in her parents' eyes secretly warmed her heart.

I didn’t even notice my fingernails digging deep into my palm.

Fu Youchuan pursed his lips, got up, and went into the kitchen.

The tense atmosphere in the living room quietly dissipated.

Instead, it transformed into a subtle sense of guilt and concern for his biological daughter.

Fu Hua lowered her eyes slightly, concealing a hint of coldness in them.

In this home, she doesn't need to be hysterical.

Simply show your "sensible" and "loyal" side in just the right way.

This can easily thwart malicious attacks and even turn the tide of battle.

All these parents wanted was a sensible daughter.