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

After Fu Ziyan was fully awake, Ah Hong gently reminded her, "Miss, the master asked you to go to the study to find him after you wake up."

Fu Ziyan nodded, chose some casual clothes in the cloakroom, and then sat in front of the dressing table, enjoying Ah Hong's braiding skills.

As expected of a maid who was carefully selected by the housekeeper, she had excellent hair-braiding skills. In no time, she had an exquisite princess hairstyle.

Fu Ziyan casually picked out a little bear hairpin that suits this outfit. It is very playful and cute.

On the way to the study, Fu Ziyan was still a little confused. What did her father want to talk to her about? It seemed formal, but it also seemed quite ordinary that he could wait for her to wake up.

Fu Qiyuan's study is large. The outer room is a small living room for guests, while the inner room is home to a desk, chairs, and plants, which can be separated by a sliding door. There's an entire wall of books, running from the outer room to the inner room, slightly divided in the middle by a sliding door.

As soon as Fu Ziyan entered the study, Fu Qiyuan smiled at her gently, "Titi, sit down first." Then he continued to look at the project plan in his hand.

Fu Ziyan sat on the small sofa in the outer room, looking at Fu Qiyuan, who was wearing a gray shirt and black pants as a home suit. He sat upright, with a strong outline, calm brows, and a powerful aura surrounding him, which was intimidating.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, her father is so handsome and cool when he is working! That bossy aura is completely different from the gentle and elegant manner when he is with her.

However, Fu Ziyan was not surprised. As a big boss, he could build such a powerful business force. He must not be a gentle little lamb.

Fu Ziyan thought her father's work would not be finished too soon, so she thought of finding a book to read first.

However, books in Hong Kong were all written in traditional Chinese characters and were arranged in vertical format. Fu Ziyan found it very difficult to read them, and she felt as if she had gone to school for sixteen years and still been illiterate.

In fact, it is not necessarily an illusion.

There were quite a few traditional Chinese characters that she really didn't recognize, the kind that she couldn't even guess.

So those who traveled through time and space to ancient farmhouses in the novels were really lucky. At least they had no language barrier, and their ten years of reading were not in vain. You have to know that literacy was even more difficult in ancient times, so they had the golden finger of recognizing words from the beginning.

Fu Ziyan was still muttering in her heart, why couldn't Xiangjiang change to simplified Chinese? However, the difficulty coefficient was extremely high, after all, she was still using traditional Chinese before the fetal puncture.

The housekeeper knocked on the door and brought in a fruit plate, snacks and sweet soup and placed them on the coffee table in front of her.

Fu Ziyan said "Huh" in her heart, and when she saw that her father only said "Come in" and didn't look up again, she knew that this was the afternoon tea prepared for her by her father at her request or by default.

She closed the book decisively. She had food to kill time with, so why bother herself with reading?

Fu Ziyan had just eaten two pieces of dessert and a few cherries and drank half a bowl of sweet soup when she heard the sound of Fu Qiyuan closing his pen.

When Fu Ziyan looked up, she saw her father looking at her eating voraciously with a smile on his face.

Fu Ziyan: …

Children grow and digest quickly!

Although she had eaten a lot at noon at the old house, she was hungry as soon as she woke up, and the pastry chef of the Fu family was really good!

Fu Ziyan felt a little embarrassed by the scene. She silently swallowed the snack in her mouth, stopped her restless hands, and blinked at Fu Qiyuan.

Fu Qiyuan smiled as he asked his cute little daughter, "Titi, do you want some more?"

Fu Ziyan shook her head violently, her right hand also wagging synchronously, refusing, "No need, Dad can tell me what's going on."

Fu Qiyuan clenched his fist and coughed lightly, his voice neither hurried nor slow, "Not in a hurry." He glanced at Fu Ziyan again, confirming that she really didn't want to eat anymore, and then continued, "Regarding your academic arrangements."

Fu Ziyan pouted slightly. Although learning Chinese and English was a necessity in life, that wasn't the reason she loved studying. No one wanted to end a happy vacation and fast-forward to their studies!

You know, in her previous life, she was about to graduate, and she had even written and uploaded her graduation thesis!

Fu Qiyuan noticed her change in expression but didn't care. He knew very well that no child liked studying, and since Ti Ti was also a child, it was normal for her to have an aversion to studying.

But you have to study!

"I've selected two excellent tutors for you. Try to complete your Chinese and English tutoring by March next year, and then take a bridging course for a period of time. You can start elementary school next March."

Fu Ziyan: Such a rush!

Taking Titi's feelings into consideration, Fu Qiyuan decided to collect information on various elementary schools, pick out a few good ones, and let Titi choose one herself. A school chosen by oneself would always improve her academic motivation.

"The tutoring hours are from 9 to 11 every day for Chinese classes and from 3 to 5 in the afternoon for English classes."

Fu Ziyan hummed dejectedly. Actually, this time was not bad, but she felt a little sad when she thought that she could no longer sleep until noon.

Fu Qiyuan looked at the child's mood changes with amusement and coaxed her, "Titi, study hard, daddy will reward you."

Fu Ziyan perked up a little when she heard about the reward. After all, she had to learn anyway. She was just grumbling when facing reality, but getting some more rewards would be a pleasant surprise.

The tactic of using material incentives for children who dislike studying has always worked for Fu Ziyan, from childhood to adulthood. The difference lies in the rewards tailored to the preferences of each age group. In elementary school, she loved toys, and later, she wanted electronic gadgets like new phones.

And now, she is back to elementary school!

However, ordinary toys cannot attract her, but her big daddy will not fool her with ordinary toys.

Seeing that Fu Ziyan was no longer depressed, Fu Qiyuan quickly skipped the topic and instead mentioned the ancestor worship and dinner next Tuesday.

"The housekeeper will organize the information for you in the next few days. In your free time between Chinese and English classes, Titi can familiarize yourself with the various forces and wealthy families in Hong Kong. It's okay if you're not familiar with them. You're still young. Just stay with me."

To be honest, Fu Ziyan is quite curious about the secrets of wealthy families, so she will probably read it carefully, but how much she can remember will depend on her new brain.

"Next Tuesday, your clothing and luggage will be prepared by a suitable styling team. Your personal styling team butler will slowly prepare them for you during this period."

Personal styling team!

Fu Ziyan was actually a little shocked. She was only eight years old. How could an eight-year-old have a personal styling team? The daughter of a wealthy family must be so lucky.

And she will soon have the standard of a rich daughter, Wuhu~

Fu Qiyuan said this and pressed the call bell. The butler knocked on the door and came in. He raised his head and ordered the butler, "Bring me the luxury car brand catalog."

When the housekeeper was packing the luggage, July mentioned to Tan Wu that Fu Ziyan wanted to buy a car. Tan Wu asked Fu Qiyuan, and Fu Qiyuan's response was to refuse, but he had to inform Fu Ziyan first.

Fu Qiyuan told Fu Ziyan about this, then looked at her and said gently, "We'll see what car you want later. Dad will send someone to order it. For now, you can choose a car from the garage at home to travel."

Fu Ziyan naturally had no objection.

Ever since she saw the Rolls-Royce, she has regained her interest in cars of this era.

But she didn't choose a Rolls-Royce!

She wants a car that is young and lively and suits her temperament.

As the housekeeper came in and handed over the album, Fu Ziyan's pupils became brighter and brighter, and the bad mood brought by the previous news of going to school was swept away.