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

Fu Chaochao suppressed the bitterness in her heart.

She flashed a sweet smile: "Let's go to the Summer Palace."

"Wasn't it cold visiting the Summer Palace in winter, when it was freezing cold?"

Su Yurou smiled and reached out to carefully straighten the hem of her clothes, her tone full of indulgence.

"In winter, you need to see the snow and feel the cold wind to wake up; staying indoors all the time makes you feel stuffy."

Fu Chaochao didn't want to soak in the hot spring.

I never want to in this lifetime.

If it weren't for soaking in hot springs, would the rehearsals at the nursing home have been delayed back then?

Will there be an opportunity for Fu Hua to steal the spotlight?

She still remembers this incident to this day, and the mere thought of it makes her grit her teeth in hatred.

Su Yurou didn't notice her strangeness and just went along with her: "Okay, okay, whatever you want. We'll go wherever you want to go. Mom will take you shopping this afternoon. Whatever you want to eat or buy, Mom will buy it for you."

"Mom, I'm over twenty years old, do you still treat me like a little girl?"

Fu Chaochao nestled against Su Yurou, hugging her arm and resting her head on her shoulder.

Su Yurou radiated maternal love.

Gently stroking Fu Chaochao's big waves: "Of course, even when you're seventy or eighty, in your mother's heart, you'll still be a little girl."

Upon seeing Fu Chaochao this time, Su Yurou's love only grew stronger.

Fu Chaochao spoke casually,

In a flat tone: "Mom, Huahua... she still refuses to come home?"

Su Yurou's face darkened at the mention of Fu Hua.

Her tone was dissatisfied and full of resentment: "Yeah, she refuses to come back. Now she's a nationally renowned doctor, and she's got all this airs about her. She doesn't even give me, her own mother, any face!"

A few days ago, Su Yurou personally called Fu Hua.

I've tried everything, from sweet talk to gentle persuasion, to get her to come home for a family reunion dinner.

Fu Hua coldly said two words, "I'm not going," and hung up the phone immediately!

Su Yurou grew angrier as she spoke, her face turning extremely pale.

She'd been living and eating at the Fu family's house for a year, even a dog would know to wag its tail.

She's a complete ingrate!

How can there be such cold-blooded and ungrateful people in the world!

Fu Chaochao lowered her eyes, pretending to be sensible.

She said softly, "Mom, I know that Huahua is still resentful of this family because of me, and that's why she refuses to come back."

"How about... I go and ask her myself? I'll apologize to her properly, and maybe she'll be willing to come back."

Upon hearing this, Su Yurou immediately took her hand with concern, her face full of worry:

"No, you mustn't go. You know what she's like."

"If all else fails, I'll have your dad go, or your older brother go. They've been in contact with that girl a lot, so their words might carry some weight."

Fu Chaochao feigned hesitation: "Will Dad and my older brother... be willing to help us?"

Su Yurou straightened her back, her tone firm and assertive: "Why wouldn't you want to?! Your father is my husband, and your older brother is the child I carried for ten months. Why shouldn't they listen to me? I give them orders, and they have to do them!"

Fu Chaochao nodded slightly, pretending to be obedient: "Alright then, I'll do whatever Mom says."

She gritted her teeth inwardly; although she wanted to see Fu Hua,

However, unless absolutely necessary, she was absolutely unwilling to lower herself to beg people.

Now that Fu Hua is enjoying immense success, for her to go and visit her would be nothing short of humiliation.

But for her own purposes, she had no choice but to make this plan.

…………

Meanwhile, in a ward at Fuwai Hospital,

Aunt Lan and Shen Yichen's health is improving day by day.

His spirits are getting better and better, and he is recovering faster than expected.

Shen Jingshan was originally determined to transfer the two of them to Anzhen Hospital.

She felt that with Fu Hua there, the care would be more comprehensive, but Fu Hua stopped her.

To completely put Shen Jingshan's mind at ease, Fu Hua insisted on visiting him in the hospital once a day.

They carefully checked on the two individuals' recovery and gave instructions on medical care.

The medical staff at Fuwai Hospital greatly admired her.

Especially that chief physician, he listens to everything he says, and he doesn't even follow Dean Li's words as readily.

Shen Jingshan was grateful and said sincerely, "Child, you saved my wife and grandson's lives. Our Shen family will never forget this kindness!"

"If you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, or if there's anything I can do to help, just ask. I, Shen Jingshan, will not hesitate to ask!"

Fu Hua paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Mr. Shen, there is something I'd like to ask for your help with."

She lowered her voice and said a few words to Shen Jingshan.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingshan's face instantly darkened, and his eyes turned stern.

His tone was filled with anger: "How dare they go so far as to do something so disregardful of human life and violate regulations!"

"Okay, leave this to me. I'll definitely handle it properly and give you an explanation!"

It was freezing cold, and the north wind felt like knives on my face.

After leaving Fuwai Hospital, Fu Hua drove straight to her rented room in Chengdong Hutong.

When Chen Zhe was discharged from the hospital, she found him a place and personally delivered it to him, so she knew the way very well.

It's a standard old-style courtyard house, and several families from old Beijing live there.

The landlord would partition off any spare small bungalows, such as the south-facing, east-facing, and west-facing rooms, and rent them out.

There are no proper two-bedroom apartments; all are single rooms shared by tenants.

Most of the tenants are from out of town who come to Beijing to do business.

Young people who have just been allocated housing but haven't received one yet, and self-employed individuals who run small businesses.

The one Fu Hua found for Chen Zhe was in better condition, so he wouldn't have to squeeze in with other people.

The kitchen was shared, the toilet was on the street, but the house was quite clean, with honeycomb briquettes burning, making it warm.

Neatly stacked clothes were piled up against the wall, including men's and women's styles, winter coats, and knitwear, all packaged in plastic bags.

Chen Zhe was squatting on the ground tidying his clothes and didn't see Fu Hua come in.

He was wearing a new blue cotton-padded jacket, with a thin sweater underneath, and new cotton shoes on his feet.

Fu Hua raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Hearing the noise, Chen Zhe turned around and saw Fu Hua standing at the door, smiling broadly.

"Fu Hua, it's you?"

Chen Zhe's eyes widened instantly, his expression one of surprise.

He quickly stood up, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"You, how did you get here?"

Fu Hua smiled and said, "I couldn't tell you in advance; I just happened to be passing by."

Chen Zhe looked around; there was only a wooden stool in the room.

He immediately went over, picked up his sleeve,

Wipe the stool surface twice with the sleeve of a new cotton-padded jacket.

He then greeted Fu Hua, saying, "Please sit down, please sit down. The room is messy, please make do."

His eyes held a mixture of hesitation and delight.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stood there at a loss, feeling sorry for Fu Hua in her dilapidated house.

Fu Hua was oblivious to all this and naturally sat down.

In a calm tone: "How are you feeling? Have you fully recovered?"

"Okay, okay, it's all healed!"

Chen Zhe relaxed and took out a glass jar containing malted milk powder from the cabinet.

This is the rarest nutritional supplement he has here; it was bought for him by Fu Hua when he was hospitalized.

He couldn't bear to drink it.

He scooped three large spoonfuls into the quilt, picked up the thermos, and made a steaming cup of malted milk powder.

Holding the cup with both hands, she handed it to Fu Hua, very excited: "I don't feel any chest tightness or shortness of breath now. I have energy to climb stairs and walk. I ran around the streets for a long time yesterday and I wasn't tired at all."

"I feel even healthier than when I was in high school, full of energy."

"That's good."

Fu Hua took the cup and took a sip. It was a little hot, but had a strong milky flavor.

Her gaze swept over the pile of clothes in the room, and she casually asked, "Are you planning to set up a clothing stall and sell all these clothes?"