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

Chapter 260 He Simian is pregnant!

Seeing that Miss Fu was interested in Zhou Kuang, Xia Zi was cheered up and continued the conversation along this topic. Sure enough, she saw that Miss Fu was not opposed to it.

Fu Ziyan listened with a smile to Xia Zi's opinion on the newcomers at Dianmao Company, and then talked about some interesting things during the filming of the company's new drama, responding from time to time. She had nothing to do, and Xia Zi was very good at chatting, so she just listened to a few words to pass the time.

But after so many years of training from her father, Fu Ziyan subconsciously categorized the personalities of the artists at Dianmao based on her understanding of the company. She began to think about how to manage these artists with different personalities if she were to take over the management of Dianmao. She would use provocation, psychological tactics, or even promises...

After coming to her senses and realizing what she was thinking, Fu Ziyan smiled helplessly and lowered her eyes. She had indeed done too much "homework" recently, and she had developed PTSD from analyzing these company management matters.

"If Miss Fu is interested in filming, you can come to our studio. The crew I'm currently rehearsing with is in the film and television city our company built in Kowloon, not far away. It's actually quite interesting to be on the set for the first time. Sometimes we act to the air." Seeing that Miss Fu didn't show any rejection, Shiatzy Shiaty tentatively extended her "tiny tentacles."

Miss Fu looked at her calmly. In those clear and distant eyes, all her little thoughts seemed to be revealed. Xia Zi subconsciously turned away her eyes that were originally meeting Miss Fu's.

Fu Ziyan curved her lips naturally and smiled softly: "Really? Then when I have free time I will definitely go to the set to play and experience it for myself."

Xia Zi quietly loosened her clenched hands, feeling her heart pounding, and smiled. Just as she was about to say something else, a TVB vice president who had been on stage presenting awards came over to talk to Miss Fu. Miss Fu also smiled and listened. Xia Zi tactfully stepped aside.

The award ceremony ended at just nine o'clock. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the night breeze was gentle. Fu Ziyan, who had been holding a glass of red wine but had not touched a drop of it throughout the whole process, looked at the car parked quietly in front of her. On a whim, she suddenly wanted to drive to the bar to listen to Zhou Kuang sing for her.

She knocked on the driver's window, and the bodyguard who was driving tonight quickly lowered the window.

"You two go to the car in the back, I'll drive it myself."

The bodyguard following behind Fu Ziyan felt his heart drop for a moment, and all that remained in his mind was what Assistant Guan had specifically instructed him that morning: "Stop the young lady from going to Lantau Island to race," and the young lady's words just now: "I'll drive myself."

It’s over, it’s over. Is the young lady going to go racing?

He is just a bodyguard, he can’t stop them at all!!!

The bodyguard held the pager in his hand, which was already turned on, and hesitated for a long time but still couldn't make up his mind to send the message. If he told Guan Zhu, the eldest lady would definitely have a problem with him, but if he didn't tell her... He silently mourned for the generous year-end bonus he should have received, and then he was surprised to find:

The young lady didn’t take the road to Lantau Island!

Thank God~

Fu Ziyan didn't know the complex mental activities of a bodyguard in the bodyguard car behind her. What she was more curious about was whether Zhou Kuang would be in the bar tonight?

What was Zhou Kuang thinking when he refused to sign with a company and become a singer?

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The third-floor rooftop of the bar is bustling with lights and wine.

After finishing his last round of resident singing, Zhou Kuang sat on the rooftop with a glass of warm water to enjoy the breeze.

The evening breeze blew gently, the stars dimmed. In the distance, a dazzling array of LED lights shone, and beneath the rooftop, the bar's clamorous, melodic music filled the air. But where he was, there was both quiet and bustling.

There was a creaking sound, and the door to the rooftop was opened again.

"Xiao Zhou, the manager wants you to come down. Miss Fu wants to see you."

Zhou Kuang was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the glass in his hand to confirm that it was water and not wine.

Well, it wasn't that he was drunk.

"Xiao Zhou, what are you standing there for? The manager wants you to get off!"

"Oh, okay, I'll be right there!" Zhou Kuang tightly grasped the glass in his hand, stood up suddenly, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Miss Fu, she finally came to listen to his singing again. So, to Miss Fu, he is actually a little special, right?

Fu Ziyan, who caused Zhou Kuang's emotional fluctuations, was now sitting on the sofa in the box, playing with the stack of cards in her hand with great interest. Not far from the sofa was the bar manager and several waiters, placing fruits, snacks, and drinks on the coffee table one by one.

"Besides these, is there anything else you need?" The manager had a smile on his face and looked at the young lady who was lazily leaning on the sofa in front of him with an attentive smile.

"No need for anything else. Thank you for your hard work." Fu Ziyan looked up and smiled. "You can ask my assistant for the tip."

Within two minutes, he knocked on the door after taking care of himself in the bathroom. As he opened the door, the fresh fragrance of cypress filled the room, like a cool forest after the first snow melted.

"Miss Fu, you're looking for me."

Fu Ziyan, who was used to playing with all kinds of fragrance, was very satisfied with this one, and a happy smile appeared on her face: "Sit down."

Seeing the young man with the rebellious dreadlocks sitting down obediently, Fu Ziyan's smile deepened. "I heard that the artist director of Dianmao wanted to sign you but you didn't agree. Do you have any concerns?"

"Miss Fu actually knows this!" Zhou Kuang's face showed surprise. Does this mean that Miss Fu has paid attention to him?

Fu Ziyan hummed, lowered her eyes, and casually shuffled the playing cards in her hand. "I just finished the TVB awards ceremony and was bored when I heard people talking about it."

Zhou Kuang's eyes were filled with pure joy. He didn't answer what his concerns were, but simply said, "Then... Miss Fu, do you want me to sign with Dianmao?"

Fu Ziyan continued to shuffle the cards, not caring whether Zhou Kuang answered her question or not. She responded casually, "It's your freedom to sign the contract or not."

Zhou Kuang's eyebrows drooped suddenly, and there was still a hint of hope in his tone: "Dianmao Company's major shareholder is Mr. Fu. I thought Miss Fu would..."

"What?" Fu Ziyan chuckled faintly, slowly putting down the playing cards, and said indifferently, "Did you think I wanted you to sign a contract?"

Fu Ziyan adjusted her sitting posture slightly, leaned against the pillow, and looked at him with a leisurely smile.

"Although your singing is indeed quite good, I don't care about this little money."

It was clearly meant to be an impolite, disparaging remark, but Zhou Kuang's eyes were fixed on Miss Fu's smile. In such a smile, why should he care what was uttered between the young lady's lips?

There was only one thought in his mind: Miss Fu, you are so beautiful!

"Miss Fu is right," Zhou Kuang smiled, his dreadlocks swaying slightly. "I've learned a few new songs recently. Would you like to listen to them, Miss Fu?"

Fu Ziyan nodded slightly: "Thank you."

He said "thank you" in a friendly manner, but his demeanor was still noble and arrogant, and the expression in Zhou Kuang's eyes became more and more obsessed.

What makes him even happier is that a young lady like this would stop for him.

As the saying goes, "One minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage." In order to perform better when he meets Miss Fu again, Zhou Kuang has been practicing very hard these days, not only in playing musical instruments, but also in the techniques of breathing and transitioning between singing.

After three songs, seeing that Miss Fu's face was no longer interested, Zhou Kuang cleverly ended his performance, even though he had prepared eight songs.

Zhou Kuang's face was filled with anticipation and a smile: "Miss Fu, are you satisfied with today's song?"

"Of course, you sing very well." As long as the performance is not too bad, Fu Ziyan is always generous in encouraging others' work.

Fu Ziyan raised her hand and picked up the stack of cards, then placed them upside down on the table. She raised her chin slightly, and with a soft smile on her face, she gestured to him, "Take two cards and try your luck. Multiply the numbers and then multiply by 100, and that's your tip for today."

Zhou Kuang was stunned for a moment.

It was common for him to receive tips when he worked in a bar, but it was the first time he had ever seen someone tip like Miss Fu did.

Under Miss Fu's gaze, he quickly reached out and randomly selected two pictures. He pursed his lips and watched Miss Fu's slender fingers reaching towards him.

After turning over the cards, she chuckled and praised, "Good luck."

A queen and a nine, with the queen representing twelve. With this calculation, he could pocket over ten thousand in tips for just three songs.

Zhou Kuang's eyes were also filled with surprise. Although he had some secret feelings for Miss Fu, he was just an ordinary person struggling to make a living in Hong Kong. Even if he earned tips every night working at the bar, 10,000 Hong Kong dollars was definitely not a small amount for him.

Zhou Kuang was conflicted for a moment, wondering whether to refuse the tip to win the young lady's favor, or take the tip to improve his life.

Before he could finish thinking, Fu Ziyan had already filled in the numbers on the check, wrote down the words fluently, and handed it to him.

Zhou Kuang took it blankly, his eyes fixed on Miss Fu's graceful handwriting. Suddenly, he remembered what his teacher taught him when he was a child: "The handwriting reflects the character of the writer."

Seeing Zhou Kuang staring at the check with a dull look in his eyes, Fu Ziyan thought he was just some windfall and was so happy that he didn't even notice. He stood up and walked out without caring, leaving only a sentence "Thank you for your hard work tonight".

Zhou Kuang saw Miss Fu walking towards the door from the corner of his eye, and blurted out "Miss Fu" without thinking.

Fu Ziyan paused for a moment, looked back at him, and said in a light tone: "Anything else?"

"No, no..." Zhou Kuang blinked, his emotions almost overflowing from his eyes, "Ah, if I sign the contract, can I see Miss Fu in the company?"

Fu Ziyan wasn't surprised Zhou Kuang was willing to sign the contract. After all, Dianmao's resources and benefits were among the best in the Hong Kong entertainment industry. She responded calmly, "I'm not a shareholder, and I won't show favoritism."

"Oh, then... goodbye, Miss Fu." The ferocious wild horse instantly turned into a pitiful little dog on the roadside. The loss in its tone could not be hidden at all, or perhaps its owner had no intention of hiding it.

Fu Ziyan nodded lightly and walked out.

The person who said "I won't show favoritism" got in the car and instructed Mu Mu: "Zhou Kuang is going to sign a contract with Dianmao. You should tell President Zhu and ask him to keep a close eye on him." After all, he was the one who came to the bar specially for her to listen to her songs twice. He couldn't be bullied too much by the company or other people with connections in the entertainment industry.

"Okay, miss."

Fu Ziyan leaned against the car window, the whistling night wind twirling her hair, enjoying the unique tranquility of the night. Mu Mu's next words blew into her ears like a bomb, and all the silence disappeared without a trace.

"Miss, I just got the news that Miss He Simian is pregnant with Master Mu's child."