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

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On the way home from the orphanage, Fu Ziyan asked Mu Mu to investigate the Cheng family and Cheng Ruhui.

Within two days, Fu Ziyan obtained a summary of the Cheng family and Cheng Ruhui's files by combining the government's household registration archives, Cheng Ruhui's school records since he enrolled, business contacts, and other channels.

At that time, Fu Ziyan was in the rest area of ​​the glass greenhouse, rocking gently in the rocking chair.

Looking at the records in her hand, which mostly contained Cheng Ruhui's life experience since he arrived in Hong Kong as a child, with only a few sentences mentioning his experience of relying on his mother in Macau as a child, Fu Ziyan sighed for him.

Cheng Ruhui's misery was inherited from his biological mother.

The naive young girl, bewitched by the sweet words of the Cheng family head, believed she had found her true love, but she had no idea that to her so-called "soulmate," she was merely a distraction. By the time she realized what had happened, she was already pregnant with Cheng Ruhui. Reason forced her to sever her bond and live alone in Macau, dedicated to raising her child.

Logically speaking, the mother was gentle, kind and loved her children, and the two depended on each other. Although their financial situation was not good, Cheng Ruhui's childhood should have been pretty good.

However, even after becoming a mother, the girl still had emotional trauma. She gave birth to a child alone and suffered from postpartum depression. In addition, the general environment was not very friendly to women who got pregnant before marriage. She did not want to let her emotions affect her child and always suppressed them. The combination of multiple factors made her depression worse, until she finally committed suicide.

However, before committing suicide, she still considered Cheng Ruhui, and endured the heartache to contact the head of the Cheng family to take the child away.

The year his biological mother committed suicide, Cheng Ruhui was thirteen years old and in the sensitive period of adolescence. His family was broken and he had to live under the care of others. He was also subjected to the discipline and criticism of the old-fashioned and strict Mrs. Cheng. His only luck was that his food, clothing, housing and transportation were guaranteed from then on, and he no longer had to worry about his future.

But for a young man who had already experienced great sorrow, not only did he have to quickly call other people father and mother after his biological mother passed away, but he also had to accept the suppression and contempt of other brothers and friends in an unfamiliar environment. It is no wonder that Cheng Ruhui grew up to be so cold and gloomy.

Seeing the emotion on Fu Ziyan's face, Mu Mu whispered, "Miss, Mr. Cheng's information should be fine. Mr. Cheng was the beneficiary of the first school building you donated to build in Macau."

Fu Ziyan nodded. Everyone in this world has their own misfortunes and regrets. It was already very good that her casual action could reduce Cheng Ruhui's misfortune a little.

Because she had read these experience materials, Fu Ziyan could understand Cheng Ruhui's emotional attitude towards her.

Maybe it's out of gratitude, maybe there's a hope in yearning and envy, in short, as long as it's not without reason, it's fine.

Is there any benefit in this world that comes without reason?

Even when she first arrived in Hong Kong and encountered a father who wanted to adopt her, Fu Ziyan believed that the Chengzhen app had a part to play in this. Otherwise, why would the head of a large family suddenly adopt an orphan like her? No matter how sincere their family bond is now, there must have been a reason for it in the beginning.

Sometimes Fu Ziyan wondered why the Chengzhen App even existed. To say it was just compensation for her time travel seemed far-fetched. After sudden death, being able to carry her memories back into the next life was a blessing. But what good had she done to deserve such a gift as the Chengzhen App?

But overthinking was pointless. Some things were beyond her comprehension. Fu Ziyan could only remain oblivious to the fact that she possessed the Chengzhen app. Perhaps, it was simply because she had traveled through another world, and he wanted to support her growth.

"Notify the financial staff that starting from this year, I will double the charitable funds donated to HLEPWO." Fu Ziyan closed the document and placed it on the desk at the side, and instructed her assistant Mu Mu in a calm tone.

With her assets and wealth as an adult, donating some money to charity is just a drop in the bucket. She only hopes that every year, the lives of a few more children will be a little easier and smoother because of her thoughts.

"By the way, pick out two good sets of painting materials in the collection room and have them sent to the Cheng family for Cheng Ruhui." Fu Ziyan was swaying on the recliner when she suddenly remembered this and gave the order casually.

She receives a lot of birthday and holiday gifts every year. Except for the ones she particularly likes, which she puts in her bedroom and study, the rest are classified and put in the collection room.

These are the types of gifts you can give. A few years ago, when Fu Ziyan was taking art classes, she received several sets of top-quality art supplies as gifts. When giving gifts, you always try to cater to the person's preferences. Later, seeing that she had little interest in art, no one gave her art supplies as gifts anymore.

It just so happened that Cheng Ruhui was a painter, so it was just right to give him high-quality painting materials.

Mu Mu nodded in agreement: "Okay, Miss. Then I will leave first to pick out a gift."

Fu Ziyan smiled and waved her hand: "Go ahead, if you come across anything you like, you can pick one up and take it away. If Meng Tiao comes with any documents, you can ask her to put them in the study and not wait for me."

She's about to start school, and she's been reading a lot of documents lately. It's rare that she's almost done with everything today, so she can finally "steal a little time off"~

This was the scene Fu Qiyuan saw when he got home from get off work.

The glass greenhouse was a tranquil and peaceful place, devoid of any other noise except for the whirring of the air conditioner in the lounge area. A magazine lay spread out on the thin blanket across Fu Ziyan's lap, her eyes half-closed, evidently tired of reading and drifting off to sleep.

He smiled and shook his head, then walked forward with gentle eyes, lowered his head and stared quietly at Titi's sleeping face, until Fu Ziyan frowned in her sleep, and then her eyelashes fluttered and she opened her sleepy eyes.

"Little lazy bastard, are you finally awake?"

Fu Ziyan's eyes were hazy from just waking up, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Why is Dad here? Isn't he going to work?"

Fu Qiyuan handed the warm honey water to his daughter, his voice low and soft: "I heard from the housekeeper that you slept all afternoon. I came to wake up the sleeping princess."

Fu Ziyan drank some honey to moisten her throat and smiled, "Shouldn't the prince be the one to wake up the princess?"

Fu Qiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Which prince dares to wake up my princess without my consent?"

Fu Ziyan laughed.

Fu Qiyuan smiled and tapped her lightly with his finger: "What did you do last night? Are you going to sleep all afternoon today?"

"Cassius's AH company has developed a new slingshot game, and I played it for a while and ended up staying up late," Fu Ziyan pursed her lips and shifted the blame onto her father. "And he even woke me up this morning to work out!"

Fu Qiyuan's lips curved up, and he said meaningfully, "So it's Dad's fault? In that case..."

Fu Ziyan keenly sensed the danger and changed the subject: "Fortunately, I practiced getting up early with my dad, which made me deeply aware of the harm of staying up late. If I hadn't gotten up early and slept until noon, I wouldn't have felt the danger of staying up late~"

She quickly stood up and took her father's arm: "Let's go, let's go back to the main building!"

Fu Qiyuan chuckled: "You!"

Fu Ziyan raised her right hand enthusiastically, like a good student actively speaking in class: "I know, I know, I need to exercise restraint!"

"You're the one I'm talking about," Fu Qiyuan said slowly, a gentle, indulgent smile still on his face. "You should have gotten used to the course schedule after six months in the UK. Come to the company for an internship on your days off. I'll have someone put together a team and approve the funding for you. The deadline is six months. I want to see concrete progress."

The task suddenly came, and Fu Ziyan asked in confusion: "I did an internship at the company last year."

Fu Qiyuan lowered his eyes to look at her: "An internship three times in two months?"

Fu Ziyan smiled brightly, not feeling guilty at all: "But I have completed all the internship progress assigned to me by my father." Who can blame her for being so talented and efficient that she only stayed in the company for a short time?

Fu Qiyuan nodded, expressing satisfaction with his daughter's qualifications: "So revise your internship plan this year."

Fu Ziyan: ...

So, sometimes being excellent is also a kind of trouble.

Fu Qiyuan looked at his daughter narcissistically looking up and sighing, with the corners of his lips slightly curved.