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

Looking at her "reformed" and energetic appearance, Fu Hua's lips would also curl up slightly.

Helping friends become better also helps to better conceal one's own "abnormalities."

This is undoubtedly a win-win situation.

What they didn't know was that Lin Bei, who occasionally passed by the library window...

I caught a glimpse of the quiet girl explaining the problem and the earnest-looking "troublemaker" inside.

A very faint, almost imperceptible look of surprise flashed across his handsome face.

The girl who solved his problem was actually willing to tutor a struggling student.

This is something that none of the students in Class A would do.

Because it's a waste of time.

Study time flies, and at the end of the day, Zhang Wen still rode her bicycle home with Fu Hua.

When Zhang Wen ran into Fu Chaochao and Fu Youchuan on the road, she deliberately sped up and slowed down, smiling as she greeted them.

Fu Chaochao felt embarrassed and would always find an excuse to leave with Fu Youchuan.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the courtyard in a warm golden light.

Fu Hua jumped off the back of Zhang Wen's bicycle, and the two said goodbye with smiles.

We agreed to continue our tutoring tomorrow.

As I opened the door, a different aroma of food than usual, mixed with a faint scent of tea, wafted towards me.

A slightly noisy chatter and laughter came from the living room.

Interspersed among them was the voice of an elderly woman, somewhat unfamiliar, slightly aged but with a strong voice.

And a young girl's exceptionally sweet and obedient response.

Fu Chaochao didn't go to her piano lesson today and came home early.

Fu Hua changed her shoes and walked into the living room, where she saw two unfamiliar elderly people sitting on the sofa.

Fu Xiao mentioned this morning that Grandpa and Grandma are coming back.

Because tomorrow is the family reunion banquet.

Grandpa was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

With a serious expression, he was speaking in a low voice to his father, Fu Xiao.

Grandma wore a navy blue floral shirt, her hair was neatly tied up in a bun at the back of her head, and she had a kind smile on her face.

Fu Chaochao was snuggling affectionately beside her, holding a plate of peeled apples in his hands.

He fed the pieces to his grandmother one by one.

"Grandma, try this, it's so sweet, it's specially made."

Fu Chaochao's voice was so sweet it could drip honey.

"Oh, our Chaochao is so thoughtful. Knowing that Grandma's teeth aren't good, she still shaved them so thinly."

Grandma patted Fu Chaochao's hand, her face full of affection.

Aunt Liu, who was cutting the apple, of course wouldn't expose this "well-intentioned" lie.

Fu Chaochao had never touched a kitchen knife before, not even once in her life.

Su Yurou brought out some fruit from the kitchen and, seeing Fu Hua, quickly greeted her, "Huahua's back? Come here quickly, these are your grandparents, they just arrived today."

She turned to the two elderly people, "Dad, Mom, this is Huahua, my and Fu Xiao's daughter."

This introduction caused Fu Chaochao's face to stiffen instantly, and her heart to feel heavy.

But she quickly composed herself and put on a bright smile again.

Fu Hua stepped forward and bowed slightly in a graceful manner.

Her voice was clear and polite: "Hello Grandpa, hello Grandma, I'm Fu Hua."

She wore a perfectly timed, slight smile.

It was neither overly enthusiastic nor impolite.

Old Master Fu raised his eyelids and carefully examined her for a few moments.

Fu Hua remained neither humble nor arrogant, allowing herself to be scrutinized.

Old Master Fu's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded, which was his way of greeting him.

He then became engrossed in the chess game with his son.

Grandma smiled and replied, "Good child," and pulled Fu Hua to sit down.

After chatting for a while, Grandma noticed that Chaochao was sitting obediently on one side of the sofa, looking lonely.

They seem more like guests visiting.

The old lady couldn't help but feel sorry for her granddaughter, whom she had doted on for over a decade, who was suddenly being so cautious.

She called out to Fu Chaochao, took her hand and stroked it: "Child, are you tired at school? I heard you still go to the theater to learn piano and dance every day after school? Our darling is really working hard."

Fu Chaochao immediately snuggled closer, her tone sweet and coquettish: "It's not hard, Grandma,"

"It's all worth it, no matter how hard it is, so that I can have a successful future and bring honor to my grandparents and parents."

As she spoke, she got up again to refill her grandfather's and father's teacups.

Her movements were skillful, and she appeared virtuous and considerate.

Grandma felt even more sorry for Chaochao and praised her repeatedly, "Look at her, what a sensible child! Xiao'er, Yurou, you've raised Chaochao so well."

Fu Xiao and Su Yurou were both humble and proud.

The old lady then inquired about Fu Chaochao's studies at the theater and her teachers.

The theater's leaders and the old lady were friends, and as they talked, the conversation naturally drifted off-topic.

Fu Chaochao was familiar with the theater and would occasionally chime in with a few humorous remarks, making the family laugh heartily.

Fu Hua sat quietly to the side, as if she had become an outsider.

What a touching story of love between a grandmother and her grandson!

The undisguised favoritism in her grandmother's eyes did not stir any ripples in Fu Hua's heart.

Her face remained calm, but her heart was serenely clear.

She knew very well that the feelings of more than ten years could not be easily replaced by her newfound "blood ties".

Su Yurou noticed her neglected biological daughter and felt somewhat embarrassed.

I want to say something, but I don't know where to begin.

Just then, Aunt Liu poked her head out of the kitchen and called out, "Huahua, could you help Aunt Liu peel some garlic? There's a lot of food tonight, and I'm a bit overwhelmed."

Fu Hua immediately replied, "Okay, Aunt Liu, I'm coming right away."

She nodded slightly to her grandparents and parents again, "Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, I'll go help Aunt Liu first."

"Go ahead, you're a girl, you can't be completely clueless about kitchen stuff."

Grandma smiled and waved her hand, then hugged Fu Chaochao and continued chatting and laughing.

Fu Hua turned and went into the kitchen, shutting out the "warm" scene between the grandmother and granddaughter in the living room.

In the kitchen, Aunt Liu watched her come in and lowered her voice.

With a mixture of affection and slight resentment: "Huahua, the dishes are all ready. You don't need to help. Just stand here and talk to me."

"it is good."

Fu Hua knew that Aunt Liu was doing it for her own good and didn't want her to stay there in an awkward situation.

"Huahua, don't take it to heart. Grandma has always doted on Chaochao the most; after all, she watched her grow up..."

Fu Hua casually picked up a clove of garlic and skillfully began to peel it.

A faint, indifferent smile appeared on her face: "Aunt Liu, I'm fine."

She had anticipated this situation, and since they were not related by blood, she was naturally not disappointed.

Aunt Liu looked at her calm demeanor and sighed inwardly.

I feel even more sorry for this sensible child who is so heartbreaking.

Silently, he placed the largest piece of braised pork from the pot into the bowl he had prepared for her.

In the living room, Fu Chaochao watched Fu Hua's calm departure, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.

See, in this family, especially in the hearts of grandparents...

She, Fu Chaochao, is an irreplaceable treasure.

She put on her sweet smile again and served her grandparents even more diligently.

She was enjoying this exclusive favor that she took for granted.