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

Fu Hua's voice was as clear as a mountain stream, instantly drowning out the surrounding noise:

"Chen Zhe, thank you for your 'enthusiasm'."

She deliberately paused slightly on the word "passion."

With a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm, she said, "However, school is a place for learning. Setting up such a display might disturb other students and violate school rules and regulations."

Her gaze swept over the crudely made plastic flowers.

His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable distance: "We were just classmates who met yesterday. This gift is too formal and personal; I cannot accept it. I appreciate your kindness, but please take it back."

After saying that, she took a few steps forward, then stopped and turned back.

Chen Zhe's dejected eyes suddenly lit up.

Fu Hua's gaze fell on Chen Zhe's head, and she smiled slightly: "Here's a suggestion for you, next time you're pursuing a girl, change your hairstyle. It looks like you haven't washed your hair for ten or fifteen days."

Fu Hua doesn't quite appreciate the slicked-back hairstyles of this era.

I wonder what other girls' aesthetic sense is like.

Chen Zhe touched his carefully styled hair, his eyes looking innocent.

Is it really that bad?

He really did wash his hair.

Alas, it seems his confession failed.

However, Chen Zhe didn't feel embarrassed at all.

On the contrary, he felt that Fu Hua was a very special girl.

If it were any other girl, she would probably be furious.

She, however, was poised and generous, and even managed to tease him.

It's hard not to like a woman like that.

And she smells so good!

The air smelled sweet when she walked by.

The onlookers fell silent for a moment, then the tone of their discussion subtly shifted:

"Wow, this girl is amazing, she speaks so tactfully."

"She looks so quiet and gentle, I didn't expect her to have such a commanding presence."

"Chen Zhe has really messed up this time; they're not buying it at all."

Chen Zhe's smile grew even brighter.

There was no embarrassment at being rejected.

However, the shameless remarks he had prepared in advance, such as "If you don't accept it, you're disrespecting me,"

It was completely useless against Fu Hua's polite yet distant response.

He awkwardly held up the bouquet of plastic flowers, turned around and gave it to a male classmate: "Take this to confess your feelings. Remember, whatever you do, don't use hairspray."

The male student happily accepted the bouquet; it cost several yuan.

Why not take advantage of a free lunch?

Take it back to please my mom, and maybe I can get a little more pocket money.

A quick-witted guy immediately smoothed things over: "Hey Zhe-ge, don't be sad. They already said the school wasn't suitable. Let's try somewhere else next time and keep building our revolutionary friendship!"

Chen Zhe stepped off the stage, laughed twice, and maintained his composure: "Haha, yes, yes, you're right, I didn't think it through. Let's go somewhere else next time."

He spoke sweet words, but his mind was constantly on Fu Hua's clear eyes.

But the desire to conquer grew wildly within me like weeds—

He absolutely must win this woman over!

.........

The atmosphere in the Fu family's living room was the complete opposite of the "lively" scene at the school gate.

It was still so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

After dinner, the children all went to school.

Only the couple and Aunt Liu remained at home.

Aunt Liu held her breath and gently placed the brewed tea on the coffee table in front of Fu Xiao and Su Yurou.

Then he practically ran back to the kitchen, afraid of making the slightest noise.

In her experience, this was the prelude to an argument.

Su Yurou rubbed her still slightly red and swollen eyes.

His voice, weary and hoarse, broke the suffocating silence: "Old Fu, last night... what happened to Chaochao last night? How am I supposed to survive?"

You have no idea, I was terrified!

She just kept crying and saying, "Give her everything back..." My heart was breaking!

As she spoke, her eyes reddened again, "This child is someone we raised little by little, over a decade of love!"

"Regarding the Qin family's arranged marriage, she's known since childhood that she was Qin Che's betrothed. Now, suddenly it's going to be Huahua instead. How can she accept that? Isn't this trying to kill her?"

Fu Xiao's eyes darkened, and he abruptly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

It emitted a harsh, grinding sound, and his brow furrowed into a knot.

Her tone was laced with suppressed anger: "Then tell me what to do?! You're forcing Chaochao into a marriage that should have been Huahua's?"

What will the Qin family think? What will outsiders think of the Fu family?

To say that Fu Xiao is unable to distinguish right from wrong and mistreats his own flesh and blood?!

Huahua suffered for over a decade outside. Did we bring her back just to be mistreated? To give up even what rightfully belongs to her?

"I don't want Huahua to suffer!"

Su Yurou retorted excitedly, "But you've seen Huahua's personality; she's cold and aloof, not close to anyone. She's never called us 'Mom' or 'Dad' even once."

"She has her own ideas and is good at studying. She may be able to make a name for herself in the future and may not necessarily have to rely on the Qin family for this marriage!"

But Chaochao is different. She's sensitive and delicate, and this marriage has practically become her emotional support! If she loses it, she'll really collapse!

"Chao Chao, Chao Chao! All you care about is whether Chao Chao will collapse!"

Fu Xiao slammed his hand on the coffee table, making the teacup lid jump.

"Have you thought about Huahua? Whether she needs this marriage is another matter, but she deserves it! We owe her!"

Seeing that the argument was about to escalate again, Fu Xiao took several deep breaths.

Force yourself to calm down.

He knew that his wife's inner conflict couldn't be resolved in a short time.

He pondered for a long time before finally making a difficult decision, his voice low and slow:

"Alright, Yu Rou, let's stop arguing."

He rubbed his temples wearily. "Continuing to argue like this will only damage our relationship and break up our family. It's pointless. In the end, it's the children's own destiny."

He looked up at his wife with a complicated expression: "At the family reunion banquet, our in-laws will also be there. We will tell Lao Qin and his wife the actual situation as it is."

We respect Qin Che's own choice.

He's an adult now, and after several years of training at military academy, he has his own judgment.

Whoever he chooses is his own business. As parents, we won't force him; we'll leave it to fate. Is that... alright?

Su Yurou was stunned, staring blankly at her husband.

Should the decision be handed over to Qin Che?

Qin Che, that child, has seen Chaochao many times since he was little.

Although he went to military school in recent years and we haven't seen each other much, there is still a bond between us.

Compared to being completely unfamiliar with Huahua, Chaochao clearly has a greater chance of winning!

This...this might be the best solution right now.

At least it gave Chaochao a chance to fight for it, and it also prevented the couple from completely falling out over it.

She remained silent for a long time, then nodded with difficulty, her voice barely audible.

"Okay, then... we'll do it your way. We'll see what Qin Che chooses then."

Silence fell in the living room again, but this time it wasn't just a silence of repression.

Instead, it carries with it a heavy sense of anticipation for the unknown outcome.

"Remember to go to the mall today to buy Huahua a new schoolbag."

"Since she doesn't call for help, we should also reflect on whether we, as parents, have fulfilled our responsibilities."