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

"Hey, you two go buy some food first."

Su Yurou pulled out a wad of cash from her pocket, and without counting it, stuffed it all into her youngest son, Fu Youchuan.

"Mom, our family isn't eating at a banquet, so we don't need that much."

Fu Youchuan glanced around the room: "Have we had guests?"

Su Yurou nodded absentmindedly: "You two go together, to the state-run restaurant, and buy more."

"Okay, I'll go with my second brother."

Fu Chaochao asked worriedly, "Mom, are you really okay? You don't look well."

"Mom is fine, don't worry."

"Don't rush back after you've bought your food. Go to that newly opened braised meat shop and buy some cooked food instead."

After sending the two children away, Su Yurou's mind was still in turmoil.

I don't know how to face my precious daughter whom I've cherished for over a decade.

How will Chaochao face all of this in a little while?

She's still young. What if she can't accept it and does something to hurt herself?

Thinking of this, Su Yurou's heart trembled slightly, and for a moment, she even secretly blamed the child inside for coming here.

It disrupted their family's peaceful life.

But in an instant, she felt that she was too despicable.

The child in tattered clothes inside was clearly her biological daughter.

The scales of love can never be balanced!

Half an hour later, Fu Xiao, his eldest son Fu Songchuan, and Su Yurou gathered in the living room.

The three of them, some standing and some sitting, looked at the quiet and well-behaved girl on the stool with extremely unnatural expressions.

The moment Fu Xiao saw the little girl, he knew there was no mistake.

Not only because of their appearance, but also because of the bond of blood.

As the head of the family, he had to speak first.

Fu Xiao softened his tone as much as possible: "Child, what's your name?"

"Fu Hua".

Whether it was the original owner or her, the name was Fu Hua.

The adoptive parents' surname is Li. The adoptive father is very superstitious, perhaps out of a guilty conscience.

After he switched the children, he consulted a shaman to name them.

The fortune teller said that only by naming her Fu Hua could her family have a smooth life and she could have a son.

Her biological father also shares the surname Fu.

It has to be said that this is a very coincidental coincidence.

The Fu family members, upon learning the whole story, were filled with indescribable emotions.

Fu Xiao, who never smokes at home, couldn't help but reach for his cigarette pack.

He didn't smoke, but just fumbled for the box, his tone softening further: "You, how did you get this?"

"Ride...a coal truck."

Fu Hua lowered her eyes to the Sword God; her attire spoke volumes.

The Fu family members could see it clearly.

It's called riding in a coal truck, but it's really just unloading coal from a truck.

A little girl without a letter of introduction or household registration book,

There is no other choice but to take this road.

She said this probably because she didn't want to increase their guilt.

Standing by the dining table, Fu Songchuan silently observed the girl sitting on the stool.

He met her gaze, and her phoenix eyes were incredibly clear and bright.

Her facial features resemble her mother's by about 80%.

Su Yurou resembled her mother and was a well-known beauty in the military compound.

When she was young, the men who pursued her could stretch from the courtyard to the theater.

The girl in front of me was in no way inferior; she had a small, delicate face and beautiful eyes.

Apart from having slightly sallow skin and being too thin, she had no other health problems.

Anyone with eyes can see that they are a mother and daughter.

"Child, you..."

Su Yurou wanted to ask her how she got here along the way.

The most important question was how she found out about her background, but before she could even speak, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside her.

She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she covered her face and wept softly.

Fu Xiao couldn't bear to see his wife cry, so he quickly put his arm around her shoulder and comforted her, saying, "The most important thing is that the child is back."

"Children? What children?"

Standing at the door, Fu Chaochao looked at Fu Hua on the stool.

The intense unease I felt on the way here has now been confirmed.

The girl who looks almost exactly like her mother is her mother's biological daughter.

"Chaochao, do you look like your dad? You don't look much like your mom."

"Chaochao, your mom is so beautiful!"

"Chaochao, are you my biological child?"

Those joking words from the past now felt like poisoned arrows piercing her heart.

Countless times, she had observed her face in the mirror.

She has regular features, and her eyes crinkle into crescent moons when she smiles; she's cute and pretty.

But there's not a single place that resembles my mother.

My mother's beauty is radiant and flamboyant.

Especially her long, slender phoenix eyes, which were exceptionally bright.

But she had a pair of peach blossom eyes.

Countless times, she cried and asked her mother, "Am I your biological child?"

Her mother would always tell her with unwavering conviction, "You are my biological daughter, my only daughter."

Now, all of this seems like a joke at the moment this ragged girl appears.

Unable to bear the blow, Fu Chaochao closed her eyes and fainted.

"Little sister."

Fu Youchuan exclaimed in surprise, glared at her fiercely, and then picked up Fu Chaochao and carried her upstairs.

Fu Xiao, Su Yurou, and Fu Songchuan all chased after them.

Only a bewildered Fu Hua was left in the living room.

She sat on the stool without moving, inwardly sneering.

If a real heiress were sitting on this cold bench and saw this scene, wouldn't she be so angry she'd vomit blood?

She was the daughter of the Fu family, but was maliciously switched by Fu Chaochao's father.

Fu Chaochao enjoyed the life that originally belonged to Fu Hua for so many years.

She shouldn't have fainted; she should have jumped up happily.

Aside from being thirsty, Fu Hua was quite calm.

As Fu Songchuan climbed to the second floor, he caught a glimpse of that slightly bewildered and hesitant figure from behind.

Without hesitation, I turned around and went downstairs.

Would you like some water?

Fu Songchuan spoke in a gentle tone.

"Drink, thank you."

Finally, someone remembered to pour her water.

She hadn't had any water for two days and was dying of thirst!

After downing three large cups in a row, Fu Hua wiped her mouth, still feeling unsatisfied.

Seeing Fu Hua drinking water, Fu Songchuan couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

This is his younger sister!

They were so thirsty.

What kind of life did she lead before?

Thinking of this, Fu Songchuan couldn't help but look at Fu Chaochao, who was surrounded by admirers on the second floor, and his expression changed slightly.

"Are you hungry? Eat something to tide you over."

Fu Songchuan handed Fu Hua a round tin box with a picture of delicious and exquisite cookies.

Seeing Fu Hua staring blankly at the box, Fu Songchuan assumed she had never eaten it before and didn't know how to open it.

She stepped forward and opened the box herself, explaining on behalf of her parents, "They were just acting rashly, please don't take offense, okay?"

Fu Hua shook her head and took the sandwich cookie that Fu Songchuan handed her.

Biting her lip and looking down, she said, "Should I... not have come?"

Fu Songchuan's heart trembled slightly, and he looked at his younger sister with pity.

I just saw a tear fall onto the cookie, wetting a large part of it.

She was completely unaware, and ate in small, hurried bites!

Perhaps it was the innate blood ties that made Fu Songchuan feel the bitterness and grievance in Fu Hua's heart.

His heart felt as if it were being burned by that single tear.

His throat was so constricted that his voice became hoarse: "You've been on the train for so long, you must be tired and hungry. I'll go heat up some food."