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

Fu Chaochao deliberately slowed her pace and walked downstairs side by side with Fu Hua.

Just as you reach the corner of the stairs and your view of the living room downstairs is blocked,

She suddenly lowered her voice, to a volume only the two of them could hear, her tone laced with smug mockery:

"Little sister, did you sleep well last night?"

Fu Hua hummed in agreement and continued walking forward.

"Brother Qin Che ultimately chose me."

Fu Chaochao's lips curled into a contemptuous smile: "Some people, even if they share the same blood as the Fu family, can't shake off the rustic air they have from the countryside. They'll never be respectable. Stealing things? They should at least consider whether they're worthy..."

Fu Hua...

Is he no longer pretending?

"Oh, really?"

Fu Hua said it lightly, as if her emotions would never fluctuate.

This made Fu Chaochao's entire performance seem like that of a clown jumping around.

That's what she hates most.

Seeing that Fu Hua had already taken a step, Fu Chaochao suddenly had an idea.

The defiant expression on her face instantly turned into extreme terror.

Accompanied by a piercing scream—"Ah!"

It was as if she had been suddenly pushed by an invisible force.

He stumbled, lost his balance, and tumbled down the stairs in a panic!

Fu Hua's expression changed slightly, but she remained unmoved.

To inflict a thousand casualties on the enemy while losing two thousand of your own is something only a fool would do.

"Plop—glug..."

The dull thud of Fu Chaochao's body colliding with the wooden stairs...

Then came a suppressed, painful groan.

It sounded particularly jarring in the quiet hallway in the early morning.

"What's wrong?!"

"What happened?!"

The Fu family father and son were reading the newspaper in the downstairs living room, while Su Yurou was preparing breakfast.

The old lady sitting on the sofa, Fu Youchuan, and Fu Songchuan were all startled by the commotion and rushed to the stairwell instantly.

Fu Chaochao was huddled on the platform below the corner of the stairs, her hair disheveled and her face pale.

Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string as she clutched her ankle and sobbed in anguish.

On the steps above her, Fu Hua stood with a slight frown and a calm gaze looking down.

"Every morning!"

Su Yurou screamed and was the first to rush over.

"Little sister!"

Fu Youchuan also became anxious, glaring fiercely at Fu Hua standing on top.

He blurted out in a furious roar, "Fu Hua! What did you do to her? How could you be so vicious? You actually pushed her down the stairs?!"

Grandma Fu's face was flushed with anger, and she turned pale with rage.

Pointing at Fu Hua: "This is outrageous! How dare you be so audacious and intolerant? If anything happens to Chaochao, I'll never forgive you!"

Fu Xiao looked at Fu Chaochao's miserable state, then at Fu Hua standing there expressionless.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with shock and disappointment.

Only Fu Songchuan remained relatively calm; he quickly walked down the stairs.

First, check on Fu Chaochao's condition, then look up at Fu Hua.

He asked in a calm tone, "Huahua, what happened? Don't be afraid, just tell me clearly."

Fu Hua opened her mouth, about to speak.

Curled up in Su Yurou's arms, Fu Chaochao was the first to raise her tear-filled face.

Her voice choked with emotion, filled with both grievance and kindness.

She grabbed Fu Songchuan's arm, shook her head violently, and sobbed uncontrollably:

"Big brother, no, it's not Huahua's fault...it really isn't her fault, it was my own carelessness...I lost my balance..."

As she spoke, she glanced quickly at Fu Hua with a fearful look in her eyes.

As if greatly frightened, he shrank further into Su Yurou's arms.

She continued sobbing intermittently, "Huahua, she might just have been angry for a moment, she didn't mean it."

I stole her marriage. Maybe she just... just doesn't want me to stay in this house. I... I can leave..."

Her words, seemingly a strategic retreat to exonerate Fu Hua,

In reality, every word he said was a dagger to Fu Hua!

This confirmed that Fu Hua harbored resentment because of the engagement last night and deliberately pushed her downstairs, trying to drive her out of the Fu family.

"Listen to this! Listen to this!"

Grandma Fu was trembling with anger. "Chaochao is still protecting her. That heartless wretch, she dares to commit murder and arson."

Fu Youchuan was furious: "Fu Hua, what do you have to say now?!"

Su Yurou held the "kind and sensible" Fu Chaochao in her arms.

Looking at her "cold and heartless" biological daughter,

The disappointment in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Fu Xiao's brows furrowed deeply as he looked at Fu Hua and said in a deep voice, "Hua Hua, you've disappointed me greatly!"

This is truly something that everyone is condemning.

Apart from her older brother asking her what happened, everyone else instinctively assumed that she was the one who pushed the person.

Fu Hua stood on the steps, isolated and helpless.

She looked down at the faces below, faces filled with blame and disappointment.

Then she saw Fu Chaochao secretly casting a smug and malicious glance at her from inside her mother's arms.

She took a deep breath, remained calm and upright, and showed no sign of panic.

She didn't immediately shout out, "I didn't push you!"

Under the influence of preconceived notions,

A weak denial only appears powerless.

She took a deep breath and pointed to the smooth wooden handrail at the corner of the stairs.

The voice was clear and steady, drowning out Fu Chaochao's sobs:

"Don't rush to conclusions. Whether I pushed her or not, the facts speak for themselves."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Fu Chaochao, whose expression had slightly changed.

"She said I pushed her. So, from which direction did I push her? From the front or the back?"

Without waiting for anyone's reply, she continued her calm analysis.

At the same time, descend two steps, approach the corner platform, and point to a not-so-inconspicuous spot on the handrail, but which can be found upon closer inspection:

"Look here, there are several fresh fingernail scratches on the handrail, left from gripping hard. The marks are very new and they are pointing downwards."

She simulated the action, "If I pushed her from behind or the side, her instinctive reaction would be to fall forward or to the side."

Hands tend to reach forward or grab randomly, making it difficult to leave such clear, downward nail marks in this location and direction.

She straightened up and looked calmly at Fu Songchuan: "Brother, you just checked her condition, it's a sprained ankle, right?"

Fu Songchuan nodded.

Fu Hua continued, "If someone pushes you down the stairs, the impact is enormous, and the injuries will likely be more than that, and you'll be in a much more disheveled position."

The way she rolled down looked more like... she lost her balance and fell backward or sideways, instinctively trying to grab the handrail to steady herself, but failing, her fingernails scraping against the railing, and then she rolled down.

Her explanation, which was well-organized and based on on-site evidence and force analysis,

The angry Fu Youchuan and the old lady Fu were speechless for a moment, and they both subconsciously looked at the handrail she was pointing to.

Su Yurou and Fu Xiao also frowned, carefully examining the scratches and Fu Chaochao's injuries.