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

Her daughter certainly couldn't be looked down upon just because she didn't have money.

"If you encounter any difficulties or lack anything in the future, you must tell your parents. Don't... don't wrong yourself, okay?"

The sudden show of concern and the allowance surprised Fu Hua slightly.

She looked at the mixture of compensation and slight unease in Su Yurou's eyes and understood.

This was more of Su Yurou's way of alleviating her own sense of guilt.

She didn't refuse and took the money.

A very slight, just-right smile appeared on her face: "Thank you, Mom. I understand. I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Ugh!"

Su Yurou was slightly taken aback, then broke into a smile.

Hearing that "Mom" warmed Su Yurou's heart.

A deeper sense of genuine care for her daughter also emerged in her heart.

She gave him a couple more instructions to get some rest, then got up and left the room.

Fu Hua understood that she couldn't stay silent forever.

Just because someone calls her that doesn't mean they actually approve of her.

These are all just normal processes.

At the top of the stairs on the second floor, Fu Chaochao saw her mother come out of Fu Hua's room.

Her face seemed to carry a sense of relief and ease, which made her heart clench.

New schoolbag, allowance, everything is the same as hers.

Is she becoming more and more important to her mother?

She's only been here for a little over half a month, but she's already received the same treatment she's had in this family for over a decade.

Are they different because they're biologically related?

She bit her lower lip hard, her fingers unconsciously gripping the stair railing tightly.

Even when manicured beautifully, the nails turn white from excessive pressure.

No! This absolutely cannot continue!

She screamed inwardly.

The allowance and the new schoolbag are just the beginning.

She couldn't even imagine what it would be like if her childhood betrothal was snatched away!

The atmosphere was somewhat more relaxed at breakfast the next day than the day before.

Fu Xiao and Fu Songchuan were also present.

Both of them were on leave because they had just finished a mission.

So eating is quite leisurely.

Fu Xiao took a sip of porridge, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Fu Hua.

His tone carried the concern of a head of household: "Huahua, are you able to keep up with your studies in the new class?"

Fu Hua nodded: "Yes, I can keep up."

Fu Xiao nodded. Principal Gao had already informed him about the child's situation.

Based on Fu Hua's entrance exam performance, keeping up with the coursework shouldn't be a problem.

You Chuan scored 95 points on the entrance exam, while Chao Chao, being a bit careless, still managed to score 93 points.

"The courses in the second year of high school are not easy. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask your second brother and Chaochao."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Fu Youchuan, "I remember, weren't your class notes from your second year of high school quite well organized? Show them to Huahua for reference."

Fu Youchuan, who was eating a fried dough stick, paused for a moment upon hearing this.

He mumbled, "My notes? Uh, I gave them to Chaochao, and now she can do whatever she wants with them. I don't care."

Fu Xiao then looked at Fu Chaochao: "Chaochao, then go back and find your second brother's notes and show them to your sister."

Fu Chaochao was still upset about the twenty yuan and the new schoolbag from last night.

Upon hearing about the notes, his eyes darted around, and his face immediately showed apology and helplessness.

She said softly, "Dad, what a coincidence. My second brother's notes... I lent them to Zhou Rong a few days ago. My second brother's notes are exceptionally detailed..."

Zhou Rong said she didn't understand some parts of the math and wanted to borrow it to take a look, so... I lent it to her for now. Or, I can ask her in the next couple of days if she's finished looking at it yet, and then I'll go ask her to bring it back."

Her words were perfectly reasonable.

This not only shirked the responsibility of immediately handing over the notes, but also made it seem like he was happy to help others.

Fu Youchuan, who was listening nearby, felt that something was amiss.

When did Zhou Rong, that academic underachiever, become so motivated?

But he had just offended his sister yesterday, so he didn't dare to question her and just kept drinking his porridge.

Fu Xiao frowned, but before he could speak,

Fu Songchuan, who had been eating quietly, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and

He said, "Dad, Huahua just transferred schools, and her foundation might not be solid. Looking at her notes might not be the most effective way."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Fu Xiao frowned slightly.

"I know someone who works at the wireless communications bureau; he's very capable."

I was a top student in college, and I still occasionally tutor in my spare time.

Fu Songchuan looked at Fu Xiao with a questioning look: "Why don't we ask him to give Huahua a systematic tutoring session to fill in any gaps in her knowledge? That should be more effective."

"Wireless Communications Bureau?"

Fu Xiao became interested. "Who is it? Can they be trusted?"

"His name is Lu Xingzhou, and his character and abilities are both impeccable."

Fu Songchuan explained, "He is a student of Professor Chen Jixian of Nanjiang University."

"Professor Chen Jixian?"

Fu Xiao's eyes lit up, and he involuntarily sat up straighter. "Is it Professor Chen, who has made great achievements in the field of radio?"

"Yes, that's him."

Fu Songchuan nodded.

Fu Xiao's face showed obvious approval: "Professor Chen is an authority in this field, so his student can't be bad!"

He suddenly thought of something, and his tone became somewhat eager, "Songchuan, since you're familiar with this Lu Xingzhou, could you... ask him to help make a connection and ask Professor Chen?"

Would it be convenient for me to offer some simple consultation or guidance regarding some technical issues we've encountered with our unit's communication equipment? It doesn't need to be formal, just a simple question.

Upon hearing this, Fu Songchuan's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"Dad, Professor Chen is currently out of the country."

He paused for a moment, then said tactfully, "Besides, although Xingzhou is Professor Chen's student, he has already graduated and been working for a year."

Professor Chen is now quite old and has a heavy workload in both research and teaching. Moreover... given Singapore's current position, it's probably not very convenient to directly ask the professor to handle these kinds of matters.

This matter probably needs to be handled through more formal channels.

He spoke subtly, but his meaning was clear: Lu Xingzhou was just an ordinary student and employee, not high enough to invite his highly respected mentor to provide "free consultation" to the military.

Fu Xiao was a sensible man; he understood immediately. A hint of disappointment flashed across his face, but he also knew that his eldest son was right.

He was a little too impatient.

He waved his hand: "Oh, is that so... then forget it, Dad misunderstood. As for the tutor, arrange it if you think it's feasible, the family will cover the expenses."

"Okay, I'll contact them."

Fu Songchuan agreed.

Upon hearing Chen Jixian's name, Fu Hua paused for a moment.

In her previous life, a professor surnamed Chen contributed the most to a scientific research achievement.

The other party's grandfather seems to be named Chen Jixian.

At that time, the old woman was over 100 years old, and she had met her once.

The old man praised her highly, saying that if he were younger, the two of them could work together and perhaps take wireless communication a step further.

I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to work with them in this lifetime.