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

Fu Ziyan raised her lips, smiled elegantly, and said in a gentle voice, "Lu Yan, I am very happy about your feelings, but I am only seventeen years old, in the most brilliant and colorful years of my life. I don't want to be bound by an engagement."

"You said that even if I became your wife, I would always be just Fu Ziyan. But in the eyes of Hong Kong, my name would definitely be prefixed with 'Lu', and most people would just call me Mrs. Lu. Of course, I could ignore the outside world's opinions, and with my wealth and media channels, they could also influence public opinion about me, but I clearly don't have to accept these changes, or accept them not so soon."

"I could have just been Miss Fu, the envied lady of Hong Kong, the brightest pearl in the world."

"Lu Yan, you're great. We grew up together and were in a relationship for two and a half years. The memories we shared are all filled with happiness. You're my good friend and a great boyfriend."

"But these are not reasons for me to be trapped in my own trap!"

“Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and e near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.”

Lu Yan looked up. The girl in front of him was still as bright as ever. The light in her eyes was more dazzling and charming than the blue diamond in his hand. Her posture was elegant and calm. Even though she said she refused the marriage proposal, people did not feel the slightest bit of surprise.

He felt half disappointed, because he knew that from the moment he proposed, Yanyan's personality meant they were doomed to break up. The other half was chagrin, thinking that if their relationship had lasted another ten years, perhaps the outcome would have been different.

He was too impulsive and too confident. He only thought about his grandmother's advanced age and wanted to seize the opportunity to get engaged and let her know that Yanyan was his future wife. However, he did not expect that Yanyan was unwilling to fall into the shackles of an engagement so early.

Sadly, it has already happened.

As the designated heir of the Lu family, Lu Yan always remained calm, but at this moment, he let his emotions run wild and blurted out, "Yan Yan, can we go back to the past?"

Fu Ziyan's mind flashed through every detail of the past two and a half years. She couldn't help but let the tears flow down her cheeks. She sighed softly, "You are my childhood sweetheart, a friend I grew up with, but that's all."

friend?

Lu Yan felt bitter, but it was better this way, at least he could still be by your side.

He remained kneeling on one knee, tilting his head back to let the tears linger in his eyes. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, but his voice was slightly hoarse. "Yan Yan, can you let me hug you again, for the last time?"

Although he was in a mess, he still maintained the elegant demeanor of a gentleman.

Just like when we first met in the student union.

The outlines of the past and present overlap before my eyes.

It’s Lu Yan.

Fu Ziyan's nose felt sore, and she smiled slightly, "Okay."

The tone was supposed to be light-hearted, but it stimulated both of them to the point of wanting to cry.

Lu Yan quickly stood up and gently hugged her.

This might be the last time he would hug her in this life. Lu Yan bit his lip hard, trying to resist the sadness spreading from the bottom of his heart, but his other hand subconsciously covered his eyes to prevent his tears from dripping onto Yanyan's skirt.

How could the most beautiful and wonderful Yanyan wear a skirt soaked with tears?

Fu Ziyan placed her hands on Lu Yan's back and patted him twice with infinite emotion, letting her tears wet Lu Yan's suit jacket, staining the gray-blue plaid with tears.

Even through his coat and shirt, Lu Yan could feel the heat of those tears, burning all the way to the bottom of his heart.

This hug may last for a long time, or it may only be a moment.

Fu Ziyan was silent for a moment, tears still in her eyes, and she raised her lips and smiled, "Don't miss our next small group gathering."

He didn't say "take care of each other" or "this is the end of it", but just brought their relationship back to two and a half years ago, when Fu Ziyan was fifteenth birthday party.

There are also some differences.

At that time, he had just confessed his love for her, breaking the friendship and trying to turn it into a love relationship. There was still a hint of ambiguity in the air. But now, that ambiguity was forcibly shut out.

They are friends and future collaborators, but no longer lovers.

Lu Yan curled his lips and said, "Okay, I won't break my promise again next time."

Fu Ziyan nodded slightly and took two steps back gracefully, "Then I'll leave first."

"Go ahead. You are one of the hosts tonight. It's really not good to leave for too long." Although he was very sad, since it was over, Lu Yan naturally endured the bitterness and rationally put himself back to where he should be.

Fu Ziyan tidied herself up a bit in the bathroom, then stepped into the elevator and headed towards her suite.

Because the dinner was held at the Peninsula Hotel, in order to prevent any dress mistakes during the dinner, the main figures of the Fu family who attended the dinner all booked a room in the hotel.

Fu Ziyan's assistant and stylist were waiting in the suite.

"Miss." The slightly red eyes were too obvious under the light. Several people could tell at a glance that the young lady had just cried, but no one was stupid enough to ask. They would even bury the matter in their hearts and keep it secret without being told.

Fu Ziyan nodded slightly and told the makeup artist, "Reapply your makeup."

"Yes."

After applying cold and hot compresses, the eye sockets returned to normal. The makeup artist reapplied her makeup, and she was still the young lady with bright eyes, white teeth and unparalleled appearance. With a slight smile, even her spirit seemed to have returned to normal.

The hot and cold compresses took time, and she had to reapply makeup. By the time Fu Ziyan returned to the banquet hall, the dinner was almost over.

After Fu Ziyan dealt with the last period of time with an elegant smile, she did not go home with her father, but instead took Xi Qingqing and Gu An Ning to the bar.

The bodyguard drove the car, while Xi Qingqing and Gu An Ning quietly accompanied Fu Ziyan.

Lan Kwai Fong was still bustling and bustling, but the mood was different from when she first arrived a few days ago.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you?" Even an ordinary person could tell that something was wrong with her expression, let alone someone they had known for many years.

Fu Ziyan drank the wine in the glass, lowered her eyes, and sighed softly, "I broke up."

Xi Qingqing and Gu Anning were horrified.

*

And on the other side is the Lu residence.

Everything was silent. Lu Yan did not turn on the lights. He just leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and drank alone under the moon.

The cold moonlight fell on Lu Yan and the wine bottle beside him, leaving only mottled shadows on the ground.

He held the heart-shaped blue diamond ring in his left hand and the cup in his right hand, drinking one cup after another without saying a word.

The wine tonight is particularly bitter.

"This winery is no good," he murmured, "the wine produced in Yanyan Winery is still the most fragrant."

Yanyan...Yanyan...I love you so much!

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