In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

As Guan Zaizhou expected, Fu Qiyuan did arrive home before them.

When Fu Ziyan arrived, Fu Qiyuan was standing in front of the courtyard, tall and graceful, like a pine tree, with a rare aura of coldness and dignity. At least, the father Fu Ziyan had met before had always treated her with gentleness and indulgence.

Fu Ziyan swallowed subconsciously and took a deep breath before speaking. Her voice was filled with guilt and flattery. "Good morning, Dad."

Fu Qiyuan had a blank expression on his face and said in a deep voice, "Have you had enough fun, Ti Ti? Then let's go to the study and talk."

Fu Ziyan: Actually, she may not have had enough fun...

But facing her father's stern face, Fu Ziyan didn't dare to interrupt or tell jokes, for fear of aggravating the crime.

Guan Zaizhou, Tan Wu and others were very tactful. When Fu Qiyuan opened his mouth, he had disappeared without a trace. Even the servants who were supposed to be busy in the main building were cleared away by Tan Wu in advance. Only Fu Ziyan and her father were left in the spacious main building.

Fu Ziyan was even more scared...

Looking at Ti Ti's little face wrinkled with nervousness, Fu Qiyuan felt quite satisfied.

At such a young age, he imitated others and "ran away from home", and did not call to report his safety in time. If I don't scare this girl, she won't take it seriously.

Fu Qiyuan's method of creating an environment was really effective. Fu Ziyan was incredibly well-behaved the entire time she followed her father to the study. She was already mourning for her legs in her heart, and she didn't know how long she would have to face the wall this time.

Then she saw the wooden ruler standing very conspicuously on the bookshelf.

Fu Ziyan was completely stunned.

Her gentle and gentlemanly father would actually punish her in such a tacky way? His character collapsed!

Fu Qiyuan never thought that until this moment, Ti Ti was still fearless and still cared about his "personality" problem.

He simply sat down and flipped through the documents on the table, deliberately ignoring his daughter's shocked expression. He simply said, "Go stand in your familiar little corner."

Fu Ziyan hung her head in frustration and looked at her father with a pitiful face, hoping for leniency.

Fu Qiyuan turned a blind eye. He was indeed reluctant to hit the child, but he would not be reluctant to make him stand in the corner as punishment.

The time spent standing in the corner as punishment was always exceptionally long, especially since whenever Fu Ziyan moved, her father's clear gaze would sweep over her from behind.

Being unable to move or speak is simply torture.

It was not known whether it was an hour or two, but Fu Ziyan's back and waist ached from standing. Fu Qiyuan finally spoke, "Come here, tell me, what have you figured out?"

Fu Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over. "I was wrong! I shouldn't have left home without telling you. I shouldn't have changed my schedule without telling you, and made Dad worry."

Fu Qiyuan's expression was indifferent. He did not comment on his daughter's reflection. He only said, "The Analects of Confucius: Li Ren."

Fu Ziyan's expression brightened, and she quickly recalled in her mind. After a pause, she blurted out, "While parents are still alive, one should not travel far away, and if one travels, one must have a plan."

Fu Qiyuan nodded, his voice calm and composed. "Titi, you've learned quite well. You'll be away from home for twenty days, so copy the manuscript twenty times. Starting today, hand one copy to me every night before bed. When you finish copying, you're allowed to go out and play."

Fu Ziyan had expected to be punished by copying and practicing large characters; it was her father's most common form of punishment, and she was considered quite experienced. However, not being allowed to go out and play was a first for her; to put it bluntly, it meant being confined to her home.

Whether or not she's under house arrest doesn't really affect her. She can have people over to her house for shopping, classes, meeting friends, or work. So, the essence of this house arrest is that she's not allowed to go out on dates.

It seems that Lu Yan has offended her father!

Fu Ziyan was not only gloating over being punished, but also completely ignored the fact that she was the other person who couldn't go on a date, and she was also the culprit of this result.

Lu Yan: After learning about the house arrest order, I fainted in the toilet crying!

Fu Ziyan ignored Lu Yan's subsequent thoughts. After hearing her father announce the content of the punishment, she was fully convinced that this ordeal was over. Her face was full of obedient recognition of her mistakes, and she responded very quickly, "Okay, Dad."

However, Fu Qiyuan had no intention of letting his daughter go just like that.

Running away from home and reporting your safety can be a big deal or a small one. This time, I'm safe, but what if someone with ulterior motives takes advantage of the situation and causes trouble next time? A gentleman shouldn't stand under a precarious wall. Some things are more memorable than understanding the truth. At least the next time I'm feeling playful or have a sudden inspiration, I'll subconsciously remember the pain I felt this time.

He regained his usual gentle demeanor and said slowly, "Don't rush back to your room. Titti has made Dad worry for so long, how can I let you go so easily? Come and see the little gift Dad prepared especially for you. I heard that a childhood without a beating is incomplete, and today your childhood can be complete."

Fu Ziyan was horrified: "That's not necessary! The beauty of imperfection is the most precious."

"Come on, stretch out your hand. This is the first time Daddy hits someone on the hand." Fu Qiyuan's face was very gentle, just like the wolf grandmother who was about to eat Little Red Riding Hood.

Fu Little Red Riding Hood Ziyan stretched out her hands tremblingly, palms facing up, and blinked her watery eyes, looking very adorable.

It’s a pity that the great devil Fu didn’t think of letting the game go.

Fu Qiyuan grasped a shiny new ruler and slapped it against his daughter's fair, delicate palm. He had consulted the family doctor, who knew that striking the Laogong or Fu acupoints on the palm with a ruler, with appropriate intensity and frequency, could help nourish the child's yin and reduce internal heat. Punishment was punishment, but he couldn't actually harm his daughter's body.

Fu Ziyan didn't know what her father was thinking. She only knew that her father had an expressionless face and brought down the ruler slowly and steadily. Each stroke brought her the "pain" she had experienced personally. He hit her left and right hands ten times.

Fu Ziyan's little pearl slid down her cheek in pain.

Fu Qiyuan wiped her tears with a tissue in a gentle manner, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Our Ti Ti will behave well from now on and don't do dangerous things like running away from home again, okay?"

Fu Ziyan pouted and cried even harder the more she was comforted. "Daddy, it hurts! Wuuuuuu, please don't hit my palm again! I don't want to run away from home anymore!"

"Okay, okay, I won't hit you again. Dad will ask Tan Wu to throw away the ruler later."

Fu Ziyan's eyes and nose were red from crying. She held her hands out to her father with a look of grievance on her face, "But it still hurts. I need to breathe."

Fu Qiyuan smiled helplessly, "Okay, blow on our little Princess Ti Ti so that it won't hurt." Following his daughter's words, he blew on the palms of his hands that had been hit by the ruler. Then, he took out the ice cubes that had been prepared long ago from the small refrigerator on the side, wrapped them in a handkerchief, and personally applied cold compresses to his daughter's palms.

In fact, the cold compress was not severe. When the ice was removed, only a light pink color remained.

Seeing that Fu Ziyan was calm and no longer crying, Fu Qiyuan said seriously, "You know how painful it is to be spanked. Don't make the same mistake again next time, Ti Ti. I don't want to be spanked a second time either. Remember?"

"I understand." Fu Ziyan nodded obediently. In fact, the pain was gone, but it did not stop Fu Ziyan, who had just been wronged, from continuing to act coquettishly. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Fu Qiyuan chuckled, "Let's go, little princess, I'll take you to the old house for dinner."