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

Chapter 269: Jealousy - Su Tunan

Horse racing in Hong Kong is held every Wednesday afternoon and Saturday and Sunday. The racecourse is open at other times.

After Fu Ziyan finished her meeting with Roland, she took a car to the Happy Valley Racecourse. Xi Qingqing had already changed into riding clothes and was running a few laps with the horse.

Seeing Fu Ziyan from afar, Xi Qingqing rode his horse towards them. With a smile on his face, he dismounted gracefully, threw the whip to the bodyguard behind him, and said jokingly, "Hey, let me see, isn't this Mr. Fu? How surprising that you are actually traveling in person today!"

Fu Ziyan was amused by her strange tone that was neither Hong Kong nor Beijing. She cleared her throat and spoke in a fresh Beijing accent that was neither good nor bad: "Stop talking about me, Xi Niu'er. What's the matter with you?"

Xi Qingqing's eyes lit up, and he clasped his hands together, making a gesture of worship: "Yan Yan, you have something on you!"

Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes and eyebrows showing a smug look: "I have been to the capital twice, so I can still learn something~"

Xi Qingqing smiled and gave a thumbs-up before answering Fu Ziyan's previous question: "A few days ago, I went to a restaurant with my mom that performed Peking Opera. The owner came from the capital over ten years ago. I learned the Beijing accent out of boredom to amuse you. I didn't expect that I would be so good as to teach an expert."

Fu Ziyan imitated the romantic manners of the young knights in martial arts dramas, cupped his hands, laughed heartily, and said modestly, "It was just a fluke."

On the stands not far away, a young man with a gloomy face looked at the girl's bright and warm smile below, and subconsciously memorized this scene in his heart.

The next moment he sneered at himself. How could a awful person like him have the qualifications to envy and pursue such a vibrant life?

The servant stepped forward and gently reminded: "Second Young Master, the Madam asked you to go home."

The young man's brows grew even colder, and he returned to his original world-weary expression.

......

The fact that someone in the stands had a face that alternated between hot and cold like a temperature-controlled air conditioner was naturally unknown to Fu Ziyan and Xi Qingqing, who were happily chatting below.

"Why are you late today? This is not like you." Xi Qingqing took Fu Ziyan's arm, rubbed his neck against her shoulder affectionately, and led her to the rest area. "I'm tired of riding. Yanyan, come sit with me and chat for a while."

"Qingqing, you're so good at acting like a spoiled child. How could Su Tunan bear not being able to stick with you every day?" Fu Ziyan smiled faintly and rubbed Xi Qingqing's smooth and tender face before explaining, "I'm about to take control of Chunhe Trading Company. For the company's future smooth development, I've made a temporary appointment with the Director of Customs."

The Xi family controlled half of Hong Kong's shipping industry, and Fu Ziyan could not hide her acquisition of Chunhe Trading from the Xi family for a few days, so she simply told Xi Qingqing directly.

Xi Qingqing was surprised.

"Tsk, Yanyan, you're really fast. It hasn't been a few days since we came back from Firefly Moon Island!" Xi Qingqing leaned her cheek against her hand again, "Mr. Fu, you can touch my face as you please. Once you touch my face, I'm yours. Don't forget me~"

Fu Ziyan laughed out loud, "The little beauty is cheating on me. I wonder what Brother Su will think?"

"He will probably have to turn his house into a vinegar house. One jar of vinegar is not enough for him." Xi Qingqing's eyebrows were soft and she smiled lightly. Her whole body exuded the unbridled confidence that was nourished by love.

Fu Ziyan pushed her head away from her shoulder and sternly rejected her: "The sour smell of love, go away!"

Xi Qingqing laughed heartily.

The two of them laughed and joked for a while, and when they returned to the racetrack from the rest area, Fu Ziyan had already changed into a soft pink riding suit with silver and white embroidery patterns.

"Bibi?"

Xi Qingqing nodded: "We are in tune with each other."

The afternoon sun shone obliquely on Fu Ziyan's profile, giving her a golden glow. She mounted her horse with a raised eyebrow and a smile, and the metal buckle on her waist made her look particularly energetic.

"Sijin, let's go." The reins turned into a half crescent moon in her palm. Fu Ziyan stepped lightly on the stirrups, and the horse's hooves moved forward in tacit understanding. The next moment, they had already run a long distance.

At the same time, Xi Qingqing also rode forward and teased, "Everyone says that Miss Fu is proficient in horsemanship. I am not very talented, so please teach me!"

"Then wait until you catch up with me."

The girl's arrogant tone carried along with the wind and reached Xi Qingqing's ears, and her eyes were burning with fighting spirit.

Both men frowned in earnest, reining their horses into a gallop. The road ahead was long. You possessed the strength to excel, but I possessed the courage to catch up with you.

Whose eyes were ignited by the scene of two girls on the racetrack, full of vigor and high spirits?

Su Tunan, who was clueless at the time, didn't know that a few days later when he was dating his girlfriend, he would meet a "third party" who would openly claim to be in love at first sight and try to steal his girl away.

There was some shock, bitterness, and anger in her, not to mention that she was so angry that she wanted to jump up and down, but she also said a lot of sweet words out of jealousy.

Fu Ziyan, who got first-hand information from her good friend but had no chance to meet him in person, could only express deep regret.

Su Tunan: ...

enough!