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

An hour later, Fu Ziyan boarded a plane to Guangzhou.

She was accompanied by Mu Mu, the bodyguard-turned-assistant, and four bodyguards.

The flight from Shanghai to Guangzhou wasn't too far, arriving in about an hour and a half. Fu Ziyan adjusted her seatback and prepared to close her eyes and rest. She knew she'd finally see her father once she fell asleep.

At this moment, a familiar male voice came from behind, "Ms. Fu."

Fu Ziyan looked back in confusion, and met the dark, deep eyes beneath his crew cut. He had a faint smile on his face, "Long time no see."

Fu Ziyan once again silently thanked her memory, which had been enhanced by the Chengzhen App. She could still clearly remember the name of someone she had only met two or three times. She smiled politely, "Comrade Song, what a coincidence! I didn't expect we were on the same plane."

It was Song Jiehao, the teammate who came to Hong Kong with Li Zitao last time to complete the mission.

It’s said to be a long time, but in fact it’s only been half a year.

"Miss Fu, are you here to attend Brother Zitao's wedding?"

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded. "I came to the mainland a few days ago and happened to hear that Brother Li was getting married tomorrow, so I came to join in the fun. Is Comrade Song here too?"

Song Jiehao shook his head. "I'm not attending. I just happened to be here. When I met Zitao last week, he mentioned that he wanted to take a leave this week to attend his eldest brother's wedding."

How can meeting an acquaintance on a plane not be considered as “meeting an old friend in a foreign land”?

However, because they were not very familiar with each other, Fu Ziyan only chatted with Song Jiehao for a few words, and then returned to the mode of closing her eyes and resting, until she nodded politely when she got off the plane.

The landing airport was Baiyun Airport. Not long after walking, Fu Ziyan saw her elegant father, and... Li Zitao standing next to her father.

Fu Ziyan: Huh? !!!

Fu Ziyan didn't show her shock, and fortunately she didn't.

Li Zitao came to pick up Song Jiehao at the airport.

So embarrassing!!!

Fu Ziyan felt as if she had been kicked out of the Magic Fairy Castle by her toes. She turned away from Li Zitao in shame and anger, and ran to her father, saying in a cheerful voice, "Dad, you're finally done."

Fu Qiyuan lowered his head slightly as he buttoned up his daughter's open coat. His tone was a bit serious, "The temperature has dropped significantly today. If you catch a cold, Ti Ti, don't cry to me and say, 'Our wonderful trip is over before it even began.'"

Fu Ziyan raised her chin slightly, tilted her head to the side, and hummed very loudly. Her bright and charming eyes were filled with words saying, "Daddy is so annoying. Why is he so mean to me as soon as we meet? I'm angry. Come and comfort me."

Fu Qiyuan turned a deaf ear to him, took the beret from his assistant Mu Mu, put it on his daughter, and said calmly, "Drink ginger soup to ward off the cold when you get home."

Fu Ziyan:!!!

The sky is falling.

Among the foods she hates most, ginger ranks first and ginger soup ranks second.

Fu Ziyan didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. She quickly hugged her father's arm and started a mixed mode of assurance and coquettishness. "I'm not cold at all. The room is heated and I haven't been exposed to the cold wind outside. I will definitely not catch a cold. Don't waste the ginger, okay, Dad~"

Fu Qiyuan put away his fake serious face and tapped Ti Ti's forehead with his finger. "Don't be willful next time. You should dress properly in such cold weather. You are already a big kid."

The older you get, the more trouble you have to worry about.

Fu Ziyan pursed her lips and said seriously, "Okay, sir, no problem, sir~"

Jiang Tang's crisis was resolved, and Fu Ziyan put on a smiling face again. Just as she was about to say something, she heard a "puff" of laughter beside her ear.

Fu Ziyan narrowed her eyes and turned to look.

Li Zitao quickly retracted his smile and apologized seriously, "Sorry, I couldn't hold back my laughter just now."

Fu Ziyan glared at him angrily, and eight hundred ways to trick Li Zitao flashed through her mind.

It’s never too late for Ti Ti to take revenge.

Of course, generally speaking, she would report her revenge on the same day and never leave it overnight.

Li Zitao suddenly had a bad feeling and was about to say something when his second uncle had already started to take Titi into the car.

Fu Ziyan: Oh no, he hasn’t said anything harsh yet.

Li Zitao: Oh no, I haven’t gotten forgiveness from my vengeful sister yet.

It was not until the next day at Li Ziheng's wedding that Fu Ziyan realized why her father was so rude to her at the airport yesterday because she was not wearing enough clothes.

Although the temperature dropped sharply in the past two days, Li Ziheng's wedding day was indeed a good day.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh. The sunlight shone through the thin clouds onto the earth, warm and soft, and the air seemed to be filled with the scent of joy.

At that time, the Zhongshan suit was the formal attire. Li Ziheng wore a black stand-collar Zhongshan suit with a white shirt as the base. The fine tailoring made him look particularly tall, handsome and dignified.

A car decorated with red silk flowers came to pick up the bride, the sound of red firecrackers exploded in the ears, and amid the bustling laughter of the onlookers, Li Ziheng took Lin Ling's hand and walked into the door step by step.

The newlyweds, looking solemn, swore in front of Chairman Mao's portrait, "From now on, we will become revolutionary partners, support each other, weather the storms together, and dedicate our lives to socialist construction."

Compared to a wedding oath, this is actually more like a party oath, full of contemporary characteristics, very solemn and warm. But in Fu Ziyan's opinion, it still wronged her cousin Ziheng.

If his uncle had not run away and quietly changed his name, his wedding as his uncle's eldest son would at least have been a luxurious "wedding of the century" with many guests and flowers on the floor.

But in mainland China, where simplicity and frugality are paramount, Li Ziheng, as deputy county magistrate, could only hold a low-key wedding. The state-owned restaurant only had eight tables for the banquet. Abalone, shark's fin, shark's fin, or a full-fledged Manchu-Han banquet was out of the question. Just the simplest fare of eight meat dishes and seven vegetable dishes, along with liquor and cigarettes.

But looking at the solemnity of Li Ziheng and Lin Ling when they took their oaths, and the joy on their faces when they toasted, Fu Ziyan felt that as long as they were genuinely happy in their hearts, it didn't really matter how the wedding went.

As friends from Hong Kong who "happened to join in the fun", Fu Ziyan and her father were fortunate enough to sit at the main table, sitting next to Li Ziheng's superiors and the couple's parents.

The intention of letting them sit among the cadres is also very obvious. They hope that Mr. Fu can donate machines to build roads or something. The more good things there are, the better.

Fu Qiyuan did not agree immediately. He came and donated every time. That was not patriotism and kindness, but an act of taking advantage of others.

As for the gift he prepared for his nephew's wedding, it was a newly purchased electronics factory. When mainland policies change, he plans to build a branch factory in the area where his nephew will be transferred to a new position, thereby boosting the local economy and his career. The profits from the electronics factory will help him buy a house, and if Li Ziheng has any descendants who choose not to pursue a career in government, the profits will be transferred to their names.

Sitting at such a "social" dining table, Fu Ziyan felt quite bored.

When she was bored, she noticed the little girl sitting at the table next to her. She was wearing a mask and had to blow her nose from time to time. Her pitiful cold image was well known to everyone.

The bodyguard then recounted that the gentleman happened to meet this girl yesterday morning and heard that the little girl caught a cold due to the sudden drop in temperature.

Fu Ziyan: ...

Case solved!

But, dear father, she is already seventeen years old and will be an adult in six months. And that little girl with a cold is only seven years old!!!