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

These words were spoken naturally, but Fu Hua could sense that the words of thanks were an invitation to her.

It wasn't an invitation to "the daughter of the deputy head of the delegation."

It wasn't an invitation to "Company Commander Fu's sister."

It was an invitation to her, Fu Hua.

"It's too late, this isn't appropriate."

She politely declined.

"It's only a little past eight."

Xie Ci persisted, "Just sit for ten minutes, your older brother comes too."

"Perfect timing, I have some work-related things I'd like to discuss with your brother."

As he spoke, he looked at Fu Songchuan.

His eyes held a smile, yet also an undeniable air of authority.

His thank-you speech was given by his new direct superior.

I've heard he has powerful connections and is very capable.

He is also a key young cadre being cultivated by the military region.

Fu Hua is his younger sister, and he doesn't want to force her to do things she doesn't want to do.

Fu Hua could see her elder brother's predicament.

She glanced at Xie Ci; after all, he was a soldier.

Are you suggesting we eat her?

Besides, my older brother is with me, what's there to be afraid of?

"it is good."

Fu Hua nodded in agreement, "Then I'll have to bother Brother Xie Ci."

Xie Ci's eyes lit up.

He turned to the side and gestured "please": "This way, Building No. 9 is just ahead."

Fu Songchuan breathed a sigh of relief and gave his sister a grateful look.

The three walked side by side in the military family compound on an autumn night.

The streetlights cast long and short shadows on the ground, intertwining together.

Fu Hua walked in the middle, with her eldest brother on her left and Xie Ci on her right.

A night breeze carried the aroma of stewed meat from a distant house.

There was also the clean, refreshing scent of soapberry emanating from Xie Ci's body.

She raised her head slightly and looked in the direction of Building No. 9.

What could be seen through that window?

The Xie family's house has three floors and a fairly large yard.

Xie Ci opened the front door, and warm yellow light and the aroma of tea wafted out.

"Son, why are you only just getting back?"

Hearing the commotion, Xie's mother, wearing a plain apron, ran out of the kitchen.

He saw the two young men following behind his son and his eyes lit up with surprise.

"Who are these two?"

"Mom, this is Fu Hua, and this is her brother Fu Songchuan."

Xie Ci turned to the side to introduce himself.

Her tone was much gentler than when she was in the yard. "Fu Hua is my friend. We just happened to run into her, so I invited them to come over and sit for a while."

When Xie's mother heard that the other party's surname was Fu, her eyes immediately lit up.

My son is so quick and efficient; he just said it was interesting a few days ago.

I invited them over today.

Sigh...you brat.

He was even more proactive than his father.

"Oh, I see. Please come in. It's chilly outside. Come inside and sit down."

Mother Xie stepped aside to let them in.

"Have you eaten yet? Want to grab something to eat together later?"

Mother Xie's gaze lingered on Fu Hua's face for a moment.

She's really good-looking.

I wonder which daughter of the Fu family she is?

"Auntie, we've already eaten."

Fu Songchuan responded politely.

Fu Hua and Fu Songchuan entered the entrance hall.

The living room was large, simply but neatly furnished.

A plain-colored cotton linen cover was laid on the sofa.

A potted green ivy sits on the coffee table, its vines hanging down, lush and green.

Because we just moved in today, a lot of things are scattered on the floor.

The balcony is also filled with various potted plants.

The chrysanthemums were in full bloom, along with several other potted plants whose names Fu Hua couldn't recall.

"Young lady, which of Commander Fu's daughters are you?"

Xie's mother warmly took Fu Hua's hand.

"mom……"

There was some dissatisfaction in his voice as he thanked her.

"You brat, can't I even ask?"

Mother Xie gave Xie Ci a reproachful look.

"It's alright, hello Auntie, I'm the daughter the Fu family just recognized."

Fu Hua bowed slightly and took out the oranges her older brother had bought for her on the way from her schoolbag.

When visiting someone's home, you can't just show up empty-handed.

Consider this a gift.

Mother Xie took the oranges, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "This child, you're too kind. Come, sit down. I just brewed some tea, Longjing tea sent from our hometown, you can try some later."

"Thank you, Deputy Division Commander. Thank you, Auntie. I'm sorry to bother you."

Fu Songchuan was still a little reserved.

"What deputy division commander or not?"

Xie Ci patted his shoulder. "At home, just call me Auntie. Song Chuan, come to the study. I happen to have some training plans I'd like to discuss with you."

He looked at Fu Hua, his voice softening unconsciously: "Fu Hua, could you chat with my mom for a while? She likes talking to young people, okay?"

Fu Songchuan also looked at Fu Hua, and saw her nod.

The two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go, go."

Mother Xie smiled and waved, "I'll talk to Huahua, you men talk about your business."

Xie Ci gave Fu Hua a deep look before leading Fu Songchuan into the study.

The door closed, and Fu Hua heard him say something in a low voice. Fu Songchuan replied, "Yes."

The living room fell silent.

"I just moved in today, and it's not all tidied up yet. Sorry for the mess."

Mother Xie led Fu Hua to sit down on the sofa, patted the seat next to her, and said, "Don't stand, sit here, let's talk for a while."

Fu Hua sat down as instructed, keeping her back straight and placing her hands on her lap.

His posture was respectful yet neither servile nor arrogant.

"Look at me, I forgot to pour you some tea. Please have a seat, I'll be right there."

Xie's mother got up and went to the kitchen.

A moment later, a steaming cup of Longjing tea was served.

"Come, Huahua, have some tea."

In the white porcelain cup, the tea leaves unfurled in the hot water, revealing a vibrant green color and a refreshing aroma.

"Thank you, Auntie."

Fu Hua accepted it with both hands and thanked her softly.

"Xiao Ci said you two know each other?"

Xie's mother asked casually, but her eyes were carefully observing Fu Hua's expression.

"Um."

Fu Hua nodded, "Brother Xie Ci helped me once."

"How did you help?"

Mother Xie leaned forward slightly, her eyes filled with curiosity: "Can I talk to Auntie about it?"

Fu Hua paused for a moment.

She didn't want to talk about the coal truck incident, nor did she want to go into too much detail.

"I ran into a little trouble at the train station, and Brother Xie Ci happened to be passing by and helped me out."

The words were spoken vaguely, but Xie's mother understood them.

My son usually avoids getting involved in other people's business, but he's willing to help this little girl.

There must be a special reason for that.

She laughed: "Xiao Ci's personality is quite unusual. The fact that he's willing to help means you're very special to him."

Different?

Fu Hua didn't know how to respond to these words.

She smiled slightly and lowered her head to drink her tea.

"Huahua, how old are you this year?"

Mother Xie asked again.

"Seventeen."

"Only seventeen..."

Xie's mother remarked that the child looked more mature than his actual age.

"Are you still in high school? Which high school are you attending?"

"Minghua High School, Grade 11."

"Minghua is the best high school around here."

I heard this child comes from the countryside, so he must be having a hard time studying.

"Is studying very stressful? Are you able to keep up? If you have any difficulties, you can talk to me. I know some good tutors."

"fine."

Fu Hua answered simply, "I can keep up; my family hired a tutor."

"That's fine then."

Mother Xie smiled and took the kettle to add water for Fu Hua.

He secretly thought to himself, "This girl always looks at the other person when she speaks."

Without dodging or wavering, clear and frank, speaking with logical and articulate reasoning.

Her clothes were simple, but very elegant.

What's most special is that aura.

It wasn't the timidity or roughness commonly seen in rural children.

It wasn't the arrogance or restlessness of a pampered city girl.

On the contrary, they were very calm.