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

Cheng Ruhui saw Fu Ziyan again two days later at Yanxin Orphanage.

When he went out for breakfast in the morning, he met a child who had fallen and was sitting on the ground crying miserably. At that moment, he suddenly thought of his helplessness when he was young and depended on his mother for everything. As if possessed by a ghost, he helped the crying child on the road and kindly sent the child back to his "home".

I just didn’t expect that the child’s home was an orphanage.

I never expected to meet Miss Fu!

Cheng Ruhui held his other wrist, feeling the sudden increase in the frequency of his pulse, as if to tell himself that this was not a dream, but reality.

He thought that at that moment, his face must have been filled with surprise that could not be concealed at all.

Cheng Ruhui cherished every opportunity to see Miss Fu. He looked at her with great greed, but he dared not be too blatant, fearing that she would find out and that she would dislike him. He only admired every inch of the scenery around Miss Fu, and then secretly watched her from the corner of his eyes.

Perhaps because she was at the orphanage, Miss Fu dressed very low-key and friendly today. She wore a light blue waisted, knee-length skirt and off-white pearl flat shoes. Apart from the watch on her wrist, she had no other decorations.

Even though she was not wearing any jewelry, Cheng Ruhui felt that Miss Fu was still the most dazzling person in the crowd. She was so sparkling that people subconsciously thought that Miss Fu was adorned with those dazzling jewels.

The morning sun is like a pearl hanging high in the sky, shining brightly and warmly.

Fu Ziyan smiled as she watched a group of little kids peeking out from behind the door. The next moment, someone took the lead and ran out, followed closely by the other kids.

"Sister Fu, you haven't come to see us for a long time!"

"Sister Fu, I've learned to count to one hundred, but you still haven't come."

"Sister Fu, you said last time that you would bring some delicious candy..."

"Brother Asheng said that Sister Fu went to his parent-teacher conference a few days ago and brought him some super sweet and delicious candy! Sister Fu, can I have some of that super delicious candy too?"

"Sister Fu, if I study hard and get first place, can you come to school to see me?"

The children gathered in front of Fu Ziyan and chattered, some were shy, some tried hard to show themselves, their faces full of anticipation and joyful smiles.

Cheng Ruhui frowned slightly. How could these kids disturb Miss Fu like this?

But Fu Ziyan was seen half squatting, with a smile on her lips, listening indulgently to the "enthusiasm" from the children, without any boredom or dissatisfaction on her brow.

"Okay, kids, stop making a fuss. I brought you new stationery, toys, and some cookies, candies, and snacks. There's one for everyone."

Cheng Ruhui's frown relaxed, and a proud smile appeared on his face as he looked at Miss Fu, who was half-surrounded by children in front of him and followed by well-trained bodyguards.

As expected, Miss Fu is still Miss Fu.

She came from a wealthy family, but she would not look down on the poor as ants; she was kind-hearted, but at the same time she always maintained her moderation.

Just as the sun hangs high in the sky, radiating its light and warmth to all, it never degrades itself, remaining supreme. Yet, who would blame the sun for descending to shed even more warmth? People simply revere and thank the sun.

There were always glances coming from the other side of the garden, and Fu Ziyan would not fail to notice it. She looked up and happened to meet Cheng Ruhui's admiring gaze, which was born of his momentary excitement.

Fu Ziyan raised her brows slightly: "Cheng Ruhui?"

When Cheng Ruhui was discovered by Miss Fu, he was panicked for a moment.

But...Miss Fu, remember his name!

So to Ms. Yu Fu, is he no longer just a passerby?

The excitement in Cheng Ruhui's eyes deepened: "Ms. Fu, I didn't expect you still remember me."

Facing his true emotions behind his masked smile, Fu Ziyan nodded with a smile: "Mr. Cheng's painting skills are not bad, I will naturally not forget it."

She said it politely, but in reality, Fu Ziyan was curious about Cheng Ruhui - but in just two short meetings, Mr. Cheng's attitude towards her was a little too intense.

Fu Ziyan had seen many flattering smiles and approaches with subtle intentions, all of which she understood and took for granted. But she had never seen someone like Mr. Cheng, a complete stranger, so genuinely enthusiastic about her, like a die-hard fan.

The smile on her face was still gentle, but she had already planned to send someone to investigate Cheng Ruhui and the Cheng family.

It's not that she can't sense sincerity and insincerity, but sometimes feelings can be deceiving. She is occasionally willing to cooperate with others' flattery and exploitation, but that's only when she can grasp the situation and doesn't care, rather than being "used" blindly.

"Why is Mr. Cheng here too?"

Cheng Ruhui wanted to talk to Miss Fu for a few more words, but he couldn't get it. He wanted to start talking about the weather when he went out in the morning... But he was still rational. He quickly got rid of the "elation" caused by meeting Miss Fu again, and explained the reason to Fu Ziyan in a few words.

Cheng Ruhui didn't want to leave a bad impression on Miss Fu.

And...he is doing a good deed, so can he leave a good impression on Miss Fu?

"I see," Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows, a gentle smile in her eyes, "Then I would like to thank Mr. Cheng on behalf of the orphanage. Thank you for sending this child home."

Cheng Ruhui had a lot to say, his Adam's apple rolling, but the words that came out of his mouth turned into a common compliment: "I just did a little bit of work, which is not comparable to Miss Fu's contribution to charity."

As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

He could have continued talking about this topic with Miss Fu, so why did he just leave it at that?

Fu Ziyan smiled, disagreeing with Cheng Ruhui's words: "Charity has no size, it's all about the heart."

After chatting for a while, Fu Ziyan turned her attention back to the child. Cheng Ruhui slightly loosened his clenched fists, trying to let the wind dry his sweaty palms.

It's too hot today.

Fortunately, Miss Fu did not extend her hand to shake hands.

Cheng Ruhui tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart, and his original schedule was naturally interrupted. He put on a kind smile on his face and stayed in the orphanage to play with the children.

Watching Miss Fu answering the children's questions gently and patiently from afar, Cheng Ruhui's smile became more genuine.

"Brother Cheng, can you draw a tiger for me too?"

Cheng Ruhui lowered his head, the corners of his lips still raised, and said in a soft voice: "Okay."

"I want a dragon!"

"Then I want a rabbit!"

"I want... I want myself. Can Brother Cheng draw a picture of me?"

Children are the most demanding creatures. Perhaps they felt Cheng Ruhui's indulgence and kindness, and they began to "compete for the first place" one by one.

I don't know which child was the first to suggest, "I want to be in the painting with Sister Fu, is Brother Cheng okay with that?"

Cheng Ruhui paused, maintaining a calm and gentle smile on his face, and replied, "Then you have to get Sister Fu's consent first."

The child clattered from Cheng Ruhui's "painting area" to Fu Ziyan, panting slightly, his eyes full of anticipation: "Sister Fu, Sister Fu, can we go into the painting together?"

Fu Ziyan smiled: "Okay."

The other children also shouted, "Sister Fu, I want to be in the painting with you too!"

"I want, too!"

"I also..."

Cheng Ruhui looked at Miss Fu being surrounded by children and quickly lowered his head to hide the admiration and joy that could not be concealed in his eyes.

He never thought that one day he would be able to sketch Miss Fu's portrait in front of her, instead of using his fingertips to outline Miss Fu's outline, eyebrows, eyes and smile on the mirror like he had done in the past few days.

"Mr. Cheng, please help us draw a group portrait."

Yes, group portrait.

After several years of charitable funding and development, the financial conditions of Yanxin Orphanage have improved a lot, and the children's temperaments have become much more cheerful, which is mainly reflected in their courage to make requests.

Children are creatures that always say, "If you have it, I want it too." Occasionally, the timid or sensible ones will not say it proactively, but will just look at her with a pair of wet and expectant eyes.

Facing these poor children with eyes full of expectation, Fu Ziyan didn't want to refuse, so she simply painted a group portrait with every child in it.

When Cheng Ruhui looked up again, the emotions in his eyes had been hidden, and he smiled calmly: "I can paint an oil painting and frame it in a few days and send it to you."

Thinking of the oil painting she bought last time, Fu Ziyan nodded with a smile: "They say a good saddle is a must-have for a BMW. I have a very good set of painting materials that I will send to the Cheng family soon. I look forward to seeing another masterpiece from Mr. Cheng."

Giving her painting supplies was secondary. What was more important was that she hoped her gift would make Cheng Ruhui's situation in the Cheng family better.

She could tell from the charity dinner that day that with Mrs. Cheng being such a conservative person, Cheng Ruhui's life in the Cheng family was probably not going to be very good.

Cheng Ruhui agreed with a smile, flattened the paper, and picked up the pen to outline Miss Fu and the children.