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

Lin Bei took the notebook and flipped through it casually. The handwriting on the paper was neat and clear.

Each model comes with a diagram and key steps.

Notebooks are every good student's most treasured possession.

She actually lent it to him so generously?

A complex emotion welled up inside me.

Shame, admiration, and... a kind of indescribable flutter in my heart.

"Fu Hua,"

He looked up, his voice soft, "In the future... can I still ask you questions?"

"Can."

Fu Hua packed her schoolbag back up, her tone as natural as if she were saying the weather was nice today, "But it has to be after school."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, and the brown wooden bracelet slid out from her sleeve, swaying slightly with her movement.

A very faint fragrance wafted over; it wasn't perfume.

It smells more like a primal, herbal fragrance, rich and delicate.

Lin Bei's nose twitched.

This was the first time he had ever smelled this fragrance on a girl.

He stood up with her, his gaze unconsciously falling on her face—

The golden light of the setting sun softened the contours of her profile.

The girl's eyelashes were long and thick, trembling slightly.

Cast a light shadow under the eyelids.

The lips are a natural light pink, with a moist, glossy sheen in the sunlight.

Lin Bei's throat tightened, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Blood rushed to his face, and his earlobes turned completely red.

Worse still, something that shouldn't have reacted... reacted.

"I'm leaving now!"

He grabbed his workbook and notebook and practically ran out of the classroom.

Footsteps echoed hurriedly in the corridor.

Fu Hua looked at the empty doorway, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Lin Bei seems quite composed, so why is he acting so impulsive right now?

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked out. Zhang Wen came over from the direction of the restroom: "Finished so quickly?"

Fu Hua nodded.

"How was it? Was he deliberately making things difficult for you?"

"no."

Fu Hua shook her head. "I only asked one question."

"Then why was he running away? Like he'd seen a ghost."

Zhang Wen muttered, "It feels like they've done something wrong."

"Something's probably up."

Fu Hua replied.

Zhang Wen looked bewildered.

The two rode their bikes home, and when they arrived at the entrance of the residential compound, Fu Hua got off to say goodbye.

Zhang Wen suddenly tugged at Fu Hua's sleeve and smiled mysteriously: "By the way, let's have dinner together tomorrow night at my house. Remember to tell your family."

"Um?"

Fu Hua turned to look at her, "Why do you suddenly want to eat?"

Should we go to her house?

Zhang Wen had never talked about her family situation before.

"Oh, please don't ask!"

Zhang Wen's eyes darted away, but her ears turned red. "Anyway...anyway, you have to come! There's no extra class after school, let's leave early together!"

Looking at her like this, Fu Hua figured that she probably wanted to introduce her to her family.

Without pointing it out, she smiled and agreed, "Okay, I understand."

The next morning, as soon as Fu Hua appeared at the gate of the compound,

Zhang Wen rushed over: "Huahua, have you told your family? You're not coming home for dinner tonight."

Fu Hua nodded.

Zhang Wen was in a state of both excitement and nervousness all day.

I was called on three times for daydreaming in class.

Chen Zhe leaned closer and asked, "Zhang Wen, what's wrong? Your face is so red?"

"Mind your own business!"

Zhang Wen glared at him fiercely, but when she turned to look at Fu Hua, she switched back to her pleading expression, "Hua Hua..."

"Okay, let's eat."

Fu Hua organized her notes without looking up, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

After school, Fu Hua asked Zhang Wen to wait for her for a while, and then disappeared at the school gate.

A moment later, Fu Hua appeared, carrying a basket of fruit.

"Huahua, where have you been?"

Zhang Wen looked at the fruit basket and said reproachfully, "It's just a meal, you don't need to spend money. Besides, we're all students, we don't need to worry about these things."

Fu Hua smiled but didn't say anything.

How can you go to someone's house empty-handed?

This is a matter of etiquette, regardless of age.

"Let's go quickly."

Zhang Wen sighed, took the basket, and put it in the bicycle basket: "Don't take anything from my house next time you come."

Fu Hua smiled and said, "I understand."

Zhang Wen patted the cushion on the back seat: "Let's go! Let's go home!"

The two had walked less than 300 meters when a black sedan parked on the side of the road honked its horn.

The car window rolled down, revealing the face of a gentle middle-aged woman: "Wenwen."

"mom?!"

Zhang Wen exclaimed in surprise, pulling Fu Hua along as they ran over, "What are you doing here at school? Didn't you say you wouldn't be back until tonight?"

The rear door of the car opened, and a middle-aged man with glasses and a refined demeanor stepped out.

They were carrying a cake box: "It's your birthday, so of course your parents had to come back early. They were even thinking of picking you and your friends up in person."

Fu Hua then realized—it was Zhang Wen's birthday today.

No wonder she kept inviting her to her house for dinner.

"Dad! Mom! This is Fu Hua, the one I told you about!"

Zhang Wen excitedly introduced, "Our class's top student! No, the whole school's top student, is my good friend."

Zhang's mother looked Fu Hua over carefully a few times, her gaze kind and gentle.

He then smiled sincerely: "I've often heard Wenwen mention you. Her grades improved so much this time, all because you tutored her."

Thank you, Huahua. May I call you that, just like Wenwen did?

"Of course, Auntie, you're too kind."

Fu Hua bowed slightly, "It's Zhang Wen who has been taking care of me."

Zhang's father has just taken Zhang Wen's bicycle back to school.

"Let's not let the children stand on the street talking; let them get in the car and go home."

He opened the car door, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable force.

He's clearly a cadre who has been in a leadership position for many years.

The car drove into an alley not far from the school, bypassing the red brick buildings of the municipal party committee's residential compound.

We stopped in front of a very antique wooden door.

After passing a row of rear-facing houses, we entered the courtyard, where several kinds of crabapple and pomegranate trees were planted.

On both sides are covered walkways and quaint houses.

They entered the second courtyard through a moon gate, which also contained main rooms, east rooms, and west rooms.

Those who can afford to live in this courtyard in Beijing must have some wealth in their family.

I didn't realize Zhang Wen came from such a well-off family.

Throughout the journey, Zhang Wen chattered away with Fu Hua, afraid that she might not be used to it.

Fu Hua remained quite calm; she liked this kind of Chinese-style house.

In my previous life, the government bought me a small, two-courtyard house like this in the Third Ring Road area.

However, she disliked the long commute and lived in a large apartment near the research institute.

Zhang's mother led her and Zhang Wen to the living room in the main room.

The interior was simply furnished but clean, without any fancy decorations.

Several bookshelves were crammed with books.

Fu Hua was quite shocked; the Zhang family was a family of scholars.

This doesn't quite match Zhang Wen's temperament.

Zhang Wen noticed Fu Hua's gaze and touched her head, embarrassed, explaining, "These are all things Dad looks at; they make me dizzy."

"Sis! You're back!"

A boy of about seven or eight years old rushed out of the inner room and crashed into Zhang Wen's arms like a cannonball.

Her eyes, however, were fixed curiously on Fu Hua. "Who is this older sister?"

"This is Sister Fu Hua."

Zhang Wen pulled the person out of her arms like a chick, her voice carrying the authority of an older sister: "Say hello."

"Hello, Sister Fu Hua!"

The boy had a clear, crisp voice and round, grape-like eyes.

This older sister is much gentler and prettier than his biological sister.

Fu Hua crouched down to look him in the eye: "Hello, what's your name?"

"Zhang Lei! His nickname is Leilei!"

The boy puffed out his little chest, then smiled sincerely: "Sister, you smell so good!"

"Leilei!"

Zhang Wen blushed.

Why does this kid talk nonsense?

Fu Hua smiled.

"It's okay, children say the darndest things."