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

After a lap of racing, Fu Ziyan was in a particularly good mood, and her already gentle and polite personality became even more kind. Compared to Fu Ziyan, Wilda seemed very strange.

Mingming still had that usual arrogant and unattainable look on his face. After the race, everyone gathered together and chatted for a long time. The blush on everyone's cheeks from the passionate racing gradually faded, but the heat on Wilda's ears lingered.

Wilda was a quiet person, but whenever they talked about worship, goddesses and the like, she would calmly change the subject.

Of course, this calmness might be achieved by other people, but it was very obvious on Wilda, who didn't say much at a party and was only busy fanning himself to cool down.

Everyone exchanged a smile, seeing through the situation but not saying anything.

As a new member of this small group, Fu Ziyan had broken the ice with Wilda after a race, but after all, they were just new friends and couldn't get too close, so she didn't delve too much into what was wrong with Wilda.

It was just that Wilda had a crush on a girl, but he didn't want to say it out loud so that others would know.

On the way back to the manor, Fu Ziyan used threats and inducements to ensure that the bodyguard would not reveal her racing experience today to her father, and only then did she feel relieved.

She wasn't afraid, she just didn't want to cause any more trouble and make her father worry.

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As long as the young lady is happy, everything she says is right!

I just hope that one day when the truth comes out, the gentleman won’t vent his anger on them.

After returning to the manor, Fu Ziyan had just finished lunch when she saw the housekeeper coming with a copy of the Hong Kong Daily.

Although she was in the UK, she couldn't help but pay attention to what was happening in Hong Kong. Fortunately, in Chinese communities in the UK, such newspapers were sold and circulated in small quantities, so it was convenient to receive information from the newspapers. However, the newspapers would be delivered one to two weeks later.

At this point, the butler came in with a Chinese-printed newspaper. Fu Ziyan immediately knew it was sent by fax. London and Hong Kong were far apart, and faxing over long distances was technically difficult. Faxing a single newspaper was expensive, so they wouldn't choose fax unless it was important.

Fu Ziyan put down the hawthorn tea in her hand and looked up at the housekeeper Fink: "What's the matter?"

Fink handed the newspaper to the eldest lady: "The Lu family has issued an obituary."

Fu Ziyan raised her hand to take the newspaper. Hong Kong followed the old custom of "a three-day funeral" before publishing the obituary. Today was definitely the time. She was so engrossed in her racing that she had forgotten about this matter.

The Lu family is a large Chinese family, so the passing of Old Mrs. Lu was naturally celebrated with great fanfare. The obituary written by Old Mr. Lu for his deceased mother was printed on the front page of the newspaper.

Mrs. Qin, the mother of Lu, also known as Ms. Shuzhen, was the matriarch of the Hong Kong Lu family and the permanent honorary president of the Hong Kong Women's Charity Association. She passed away at midnight on September 11, 1974, at the age of ninety-four. She came from a prominent family and was well-educated. After returning to the Lu family, she supported her husband and raised their children, diligently cultivating her virtues and supporting her late husband...

Below is a list of names of filial sons and grandsons, which shows that Mrs. Lu has many children and grandchildren.

Although Mr. Lu's descendants are not prosperous, in addition to her son Lu Tingwei, Mrs. Lu also has two biological daughters and several illegitimate children of her late husband. Even if they are not her own children, the illegitimate children are nominally her children, and their descendants are naturally her descendants.

Fu Ziyan glanced around and recognized that several of these names were people she had heard of in the upper classes of Southeast Asia, Britain and the United States.

The Lu family is indeed a large family, and their descendants are involved in politics and business.

Although the Fu family is a family business passed down from generation to generation, the main branch is only passed down by Grandpa Fu's branch, and it has little connection with other branches that set up their own businesses many years ago. Some branches have even declined and disappeared in the turmoil of more than a hundred years.

Before the birth of "Miss Qiu", the Chinese in Hong Kong were weak, and the power of the united clans could make the British fearful. The widespread influence of the Lu family's descendants was one of the reasons why they were able to sit firmly on the top of Hong Kong at that time.

Fu Ziyan read the obituary carefully, her eyes lingering for a moment on the words "eldest house great-grandson Lu Yan" before she stood up and walked towards the study.

He lightly raised his fingertips and dialed the number. After a busy tone, a low, hoarse voice, somewhere between a teenager and a young adult, came out: "I'm Lu Yan. May I ask who you are?"

"it's me."

Before Fu Ziyan could say her name, Lu Yan had already reacted: "Yan Yan?"

She hummed, her voice low, "I saw the obituary. Lu Yan, my condolences."

"Thank you, Yanyan." Lu Yan's voice was a little hoarse. As the eldest great-grandson, he was extremely busy these two days. He had to help his father and grandfather prepare for the funeral, and he also had to make and receive a lot of phone calls. But when he received Yanyan's caring call, he still felt warm in his heart.

Having grown up together for so many years, Fu Ziyan was very familiar with Lu Yan's voice, and the slight hoarseness made her feel a sense of empathy.

Ten years ago, she had endured a storm under the scorching sun, a storm she would never forget. She still remembered the wetness that clung to her skin, unable to tell whether it was from sweat or tears. She also remembered the way her skirt wetted and dried, and then wet again, in the sweltering summer heat...

"Don't be too sad, grandma just turned into a star in the sky."

That's how she used to comfort herself.

Lu Yan coughed lightly: "Yan Yan, don't treat me like a child."

"I'm not as sad as you think. Life, old age, sickness, and death are inevitable. Besides, my great-grandmother lived a long life, so it was considered a happy funeral. We were actually prepared a long time ago, but we didn't expect it to be so sudden." He paused and added, a hint of embarrassment in his tone, "I just talked too much and my throat is a little dry."

Fu Ziyan lowered her eyes to look at the shadow cast by the lamp on the table, and said goodbye to him softly: "Then you should drink more water. The funeral is hard, but you should also take care of your health. I won't disturb you anymore. Good night."

Lu Yan looked at his watch. It was already afternoon in England, and he remembered Yanyan had a habit of taking a nap. "Okay, good afternoon, Yanyan."

After ending the call with Lu Yan, Fu Ziyan didn't leave the phone, her fingertips dialed the button again...

Half an hour later, a new person came to the door of the Lu family mansion, holding a simple box of throat lozenges.

The butler came in and out.

Lu Yan was flipping through the funeral list in the study, looking down at the intact package of throat lozenges in his hand, with the corners of his lips slightly curved.

Yanyan, still the same Yanyan.

Even if it is a happy funeral, he will still be sad.

He would recall his childhood, when he would lie on his great-grandmother's lap, listening to her stories about battles of wit and courage against monsters; he would recall when he was very young, when his mother and grandmother wouldn't let him eat candy, so he would secretly go to his great-grandmother to ask for candy. His great-grandmother would always cooperate, but she would always tell him, "I just hid one for you."

Lu Yan was depressed for only a moment before he regained the calmness and rationality that a family heir should have, and dealt with the external communication matters at hand.

Mrs. Lu had many descendants, and Lu Yan hadn't had much free time since he rushed back to Hong Kong from England after hearing the news. As the great-grandson of the direct lineage and the heir to the Lu family, he not only had to organize a respectable funeral, but also had to maintain good relations with the other branches of the Lu family.

Human joys and sorrows are not mutually shared.

While Fu Ziyan lamented the loss of Lu Yan's great-grandmother and felt a certain empathy for her, it wasn't the death of a loved one. After a brief period of mourning, her life was once again filled with joy and laughter. She faced the new semester's classes, work at the Yuanxi Manor Hotel... and socializing.

Since racing, Fu Ziyan, Wilda and a group of "racing friends" have become familiar with each other because of this common hobby.

Fu Ziyan sometimes felt that Wilda had probably never tasted "loss". Ever since he lost to her in racing that day, he would challenge her to competition from time to time. One day it was racing, the next it was skateboarding, sometimes it was a motorcycle, and occasionally he would go to the nearby sea to ride a jet ski and surf, striving to win again.

She started by looking at Wilda with amusement, not saying anything but with her eyes eager to beat her, and then she actually lost to Wilda, and then she was determined to win back next time.

Wilda is very experienced in "playing" these projects, and Fu Ziyan is "crazy" enough. Generally speaking, although both of them have wins and losses, they both have a great time. It's just that the bodyguards following Fu Ziyan have a hard time.

If you ask them which of the eldest lady's friends they have the most complaints about, it must be Wilda!

Every time the eldest lady played with Wilda, they would be very nervous, fearing that the eldest lady would fall over.

After many games, Fu Ziyan and Welda finally went from being at loggerheads to discussing what to do next. They hit it off immediately, eventually abandoning their friends and taking up these thrilling sports on their own.

Fu Ziyan was delighted to meet a kindred spirit like Welda. Although the girls around her also loved to play, they were more cautious and didn't play as wildly as she did.

Wilda was different. Before Fu Ziyan appeared, he was already a well-known playboy among the children of the nobility.

Skateboarding, racing, motorcycles, surfing, snorkeling...

Rumbling--

The helicopter propeller rotated, carrying the fuselage slowly up. The earth gradually became smaller, and a magnificent picture slowly unfolded before the eyes. The sun shone into the cabin through the clouds, and a joyful atmosphere lingered in the room.

"Selene, do you want to bet on who will win and who will lose in this skiing race?" Wilda stared at Fu Ziyan's back in the driver's seat in front of him with a burning gaze, with surprise and tenderness hidden in his eyes that he himself had not yet discovered.

Fu Ziyan, who was piloting the helicopter herself, didn't look back. Her voice was full of confidence with a smile: "Then of course I have to bet on myself to win~"

Evie looked out the window at the tall buildings shrinking into tiny specks below, and looked at Wilda with a stern face: "Selene is flying the helicopter, let's not disturb her."

This is a high altitude. Although they can ride this helicopter because they trust Selene's flying skills, she is still more or less worried about accidents.

Fu Ziyan controlled the joystick steadily, her lips curved, and her voice was clear: "Don't worry, Evie, I have a driver's license."

Rumbling--

From mid-air, the mountain ridge was a vast expanse of whitewater stretching for a thousand miles. As the helicopter slowly descended, the whitewater transformed into majestic snow-capped peaks, ultimately becoming a silver-clad paradise. The cold air filled my nostrils, filled with the tingling fragrance of pine needles and frost.

After the plane came to a complete stop, Fu Ziyan turned around, raised her eyebrows, smiled brightly, and imitated the airline's accent: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Courchevel, France. Thank you for choosing to take flight Selene. I wish you a pleasant journey."

After arriving safely, Evie's nervousness completely dissipated. She giggled and responded, "Thank you, Captain Selene, for your hard work along the way. See you next time you board the plane."

"Goodbye!" As soon as the words fell, Fu Ziyan pushed open the cabin door, stepped out with a smile, and set foot on the land of Courchevel.

The helicopter was parked directly on the open space of Fu Ziyan's holiday villa. Although it was a mountainous area, enough flat space was deliberately left when the villa was built for it to land on the ground, so Fu Ziyan could easily step out of the cabin instead of rappelling by a zipline.

After Fu Ziyan, several friends in the cabin also poured out one by one like dumplings and then poured into the villa.

"Selene, what should we play first?"

Wilda, who always loved to play, said at this moment: "Selene is driving a long distance, let her rest for a while."

Fu Ziyan chatted with the housekeeper of the holiday villa for a few words, and when she turned around, she saw that everyone who was excited just now was actually blinking their eyes and waiting for her obediently.

She laughed, her facial features softened by the white snow. "Why are you all looking at me like that? Just play whatever you want."

Wilda watched her smile in the snow, and a smile unconsciously spread across his face. However, he still retained his usual arrogant attitude when he spoke: "How can a guest dare to move without the order of the host?"

In Fu Ziyan's eyes, the big golden retriever was smiling foolishly while awkwardly maintaining the stubbornness of "I am the only one who is supreme".

Well, it looks even sillier.

She burst out laughing, probably because Wilda's meaning was too obvious, and someone almost got angry.

As a "tolerant star" with ten years of experience in petting cats and dogs, Fu Ziyan is very skilled in providing comfort.

First, suppress the laughter... Then give them their favorite toys - "Wilda, do you want to ski? Our area 1850 is the best for skiing."

Wilda snorted lightly and said harshly, "You should take a rest first. If you run out of energy and fall on the ski slope, who will play with me in the future?"

Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of teasing was hidden in her smiling eyes: "Then let's go snowmobiling? The slopes here are perfect for fun."

Wilda thought of Selene's pale face when she first arrived in the snowy environment, and shook her head to refuse.

He had to adjust to the temperature first, and the wind was so strong snowmobiling, what if he caught a cold? He had completely forgotten how energetic Selene was when they competed in various competitions.

"What about dog sledding? Just make the arrangements and we can have fun right away~" She smiled with her eyebrows curved, and the lingering sound of her voice was sweet and lingering.