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

She has a good temperament, which is perfect for her brat.

"Auntie, do you like growing flowers?"

Fu Hua took the initiative to speak, her gaze fixed on the balcony.

"yes."

Xie's mother's eyes lit up; "We just returned to Beijing, and our jobs haven't been transferred back yet. We usually just kill time when we have nothing to do."

"Look at that pot of chrysanthemums. It's a variety I brought from my hometown, called 'Golden Back Red.' It blooms beautifully every autumn."

"Come on, I'll take you there to have a look."

People who grow flowers always like to discuss their experiences with others.

Since Fu Hua had nothing to do while sitting, she followed Xie's mother to the balcony.

Moonlight streamed through the glass window, illuminating the flowers and plants.

Mother Xie stroked the chrysanthemums affectionately: "How are they? They're blooming nicely, aren't they?"

Fu Hua examined the pot of chrysanthemums closely—double-petaled, golden yellow, with dark red tinges on the back of the petals.

It is indeed very unique.

"Auntie takes such good care of you."

Fu Hua casually said, "Chrysanthemums like sunshine but are afraid of direct sunlight; they like moisture but are afraid of standing water."

The leaves on your plant are plump and the flowers are vibrant, indicating that the light and watering are just right.

"Oh? You know how to grow flowers?"

Xie's mother was both surprised and delighted.

She didn't expect a teenage girl to understand these things.

There are quite a few elderly ladies in the residential compound who enjoy growing flowers.

But few of them could get to the point—most relied on experience and couldn't explain why.

"You like growing flowers too?"

Xie's mother walked to her side.

"I know a little bit."

Fu Hua looked out the window. "When I was little, the old lady next door loved growing flowers, and that's how she taught me."

Fu Hua likes everything that has life.

In her past life, she had a small balcony at home, which she filled with succulents and herbs to relieve stress.

"Then take a look at this."

Mother Xie became interested and pointed to a potted plant with yellowing leaves.

"I've had this asparagus fern for three years, but lately its leaves have been turning yellow. What could be wrong?"

Fu Hua squatted down and examined the soil carefully.

He touched the leaves again: "The soil is compacted and doesn't breathe well. The roots of the asparagus fern need to breathe, and hard soil will suffocate them."

Also, are you watering it with tap water? Asparagus ferns prefer a slightly acidic environment, while tap water is alkaline, and watering with it regularly will change the soil's pH level.

"Is there such a thing?"

Xie's mother's eyes widened further and further.

She asked these questions to the old flower farmers at the flower market.

The other party simply said, "Water less and ventilate more."

There's no way you can get such a detailed explanation!

"Then... what should we do?"

"Replace the soil."

Fu Hua said firmly, "Mix leaf mold, garden soil, and river sand in the right proportions. Water with rainwater or tap water that has been left to stand."

Additionally, asparagus ferns prefer diffused light and cannot tolerate direct sunlight, but they also cannot be kept in complete darkness—this location is perfect for them.

After she finished speaking, she stood up and patted the dirt off her hands.

The movements were natural, and the tone was calm.

It's like talking about something extremely ordinary.

Looking at the eloquent young girl before her, Xie's mother...

A sense of surprise welled up inside me.

This is hardly "knowing a little bit" at all.

This person is clearly an expert!

"Okay, Auntie will try your method tomorrow."

Mother Xie pulled Fu Hua back to the living room: "Come on, Hua Hua, have some tea, it's getting cold."

As she spoke, Xie's mother refilled her tea with hot tea.

This time, Xie's mother looked at Fu Hua with completely different eyes.

It's not just about watching "My Son's Friends".

Instead, it brings the joy of discovering a treasure.

It seems that the brat has a pretty sharp eye.

"Huahua, besides studying, what else do you like to do? What are your hobbies?"

Mother Xie asked tentatively.

She wanted to take this opportunity to learn more about the girl.

After all, she's the girl her son likes.

In the future, she will be my daughter-in-law.

"Read a book."

"Oh?"

Mother Xie's face lit up with surprise: "What kinds of books are you reading?"

"I read all kinds of books."

Fu Hua lowered her head and took a sip of tea.

Mrs. Xie glanced at the bookshelf in the corner of the living room, which was usually shared by Xie Ci and Mr. Xie.

It was filled with books on military affairs, history, and politics.

But she also added some books on literature and art.

"Do you see anything you like on that bookshelf?"

With warm concern in her eyes, Xie's mother said, "If there's anything you like, feel free to take a look."

Fu Hua followed her gaze to the bookshelf, her eyes sweeping over the spines of the books:

On War, Selected Works of Mao Zedong, A General History of the World, Dream of the Red Chamber, History of Western Art, Fundamental Physics...

Sure enough, it's quite a mixed bag.

It has everything.

"Watch them all."

She told the truth, "I've been studying physics and mathematics lately."

Mother Xie was taken aback again.

"Physics and mathematics?"

Xie's mother tentatively asked, "Aren't those... difficult?"

She has never been very good at math, so she greatly admires those who do scientific research.

"Disaster."

Fu Hua nodded, "But it's interesting, like solving a puzzle, step by step, until you finally see the truth—that feeling is great."

Her eyes lit up slightly as she said this.

That calm demeanor revealed a pure love of knowledge that belongs to a young person.

Something in Xie's mother's heart was touched.

In this respect, Fu Hua is quite similar to her son, Xie Ci.

That brat has been restless since he was little, climbing trees, going to the river, and fighting.

Originally, under the protection of adults, they could have smoothly entered the military camp.

Despite the objections of his family, he ultimately...

He insisted on joining the navy to become a pilot.

Fortunately, I now have the opportunity to be transferred back.

Otherwise, you could spend your whole life by the sea and never see a woman.

Where can I find her a daughter-in-law?

The father and son are of the same temperament; once they've made up their minds, nothing can change their minds.

And the girl in front of me... seems to be that kind of person too.

Do you like "Dream of the Red Chamber"?

Xie's mother changed the subject.

"like."

Fu Hua said, "It talks about a lot of things, about human nature, the rise and fall of families, and a lot of clothing, food, and daily life. It's all very interesting."

Mother Xie nodded gently.

Good, young man. You didn't just see the romance in the book; you have some insightful thoughts.

"And... what about 'A History of Western Art'?"

Mother Xie asked again.

"I've seen some before."

Fu Hua thought for a moment, "I recently came across the Renaissance."

"Oh, so who's your favorite?"

Leonardo da Vinci.

Fu Hua explained, "He is not only a painter, but also a scientist and engineer; art and science are interconnected in him."

Xie's mother fell silent.

She picked up her teacup and sipped it slowly.

His gaze remained fixed on Fu Hua's face.

This girl... is so special.

She wasn't pretending, she wasn't showing off, she just really knew it.

And they have a deep understanding of it.

They can talk about anything from growing flowers to soil pH levels, and they also have unique insights into books.

How could this be a girl who came back from the countryside and knows nothing?

This is clearly... a piece of uncut jade temporarily covered by dust.

If she hadn't said so, who could tell which daughter of the Fu family this was?

The study door opened at that moment.

Xie Ci and Fu Songchuan came out, both with serious expressions.

Clearly, we were talking about serious business.

"What are you talking about?"

Xie Ci walked to the sofa and naturally sat down next to Fu Hua.

The distance was just right, not too far, not too close, enough to catch a faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her.

"Let's talk about flowers and books."

Xie's mother smiled at her son, "Xiao Ci, you've really struck gold! Hua Hua knows more than I do."

Xie Ci looked at Fu Hua, his gaze deep: "Is that so?"