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

Wilda's charming green eyes looked at Selene intently, and she pursed her lips and said nothing.

The wind must still be strong on the sled...

This is still a silent rejection.

Fu Ziyan was helpless. It was really hard to appease a furry dog. "Then let's build a snowman?"

The raised brows had calmed down, and the smile on her face remained unchanged. She just looked at Wilda quietly without saying a word.

If Meng Tiao were here at this time, she would definitely be able to translate it as, the eldest lady is tired of playing around and is too lazy to coax people, so it's best to quit while she's ahead.

It was rare for Selene to coax him so kindly. Wilda didn't dare to touch the mist in his heart at the moment - Selene, who was so cool when exercising, turned out to be so gentle when coaxing people. He really wanted to continue to be coaxed by Selene in such a kind voice.

The spoiled little dog was so absorbed in the gentleness that he didn't notice the young lady's impatience. But he was lucky because the housekeeper came with a thick coat at that moment.

Wilda frowned and looked at Selene, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. "Please change into a thick coat first, don't catch a cold. Otherwise, I will automatically assume that you lose."

Fu Ziyan glanced up at him and put on her thick coat. "How can you judge winning or losing like this? If you want to win, just tell me. I'll be kind enough to let you win."

Watching Selene change, Wilda relaxed his expression, raised his eyebrows, and began to speak eloquently, his logic evident. "Skiing is a sport played on the snow, so acclimatization is a prerequisite. If you're cold, that means you're not used to the temperature. So, of course, I'll win without a fight."

"Anyway, skiing is about skill!" Fu Ziyan paused and added, "Besides, I don't catch a cold, so that doesn't really apply to me. According to our Chinese superstitions, what you just said would have to be supplemented with 'Pfft, Pfft, Selene doesn't catch a cold.'"

Wilda imitated Fu Ziyan's accent, although with a little awkwardness, but full of piety: "Pooh, pooh, Selene Fu Ziyan won't catch a cold." He applied it to other situations and also used Selene's Chinese name. After all, it is a little habit of Chinese people. What if the English name doesn't work?

Fu Ziyan nodded in satisfaction, stroking her "Emperor's New Clothes" version of the Fuzi beard with her right hand, and said in a conscientious tone: "This child is teachable~"

Fu Ziyan and Wilda didn't think it was a big deal. After all, after they became familiar with each other, Fu Ziyan would share some of the Chinese people's superstitious habits with Wilda from time to time. But Evie and a few friends were really shocked.

Isn't Wilda always taciturn and frugal with words?

When did he become so eloquent!

Oh, and he can also say Chinese curse words seriously.

It's incredible~

The root of all change lies in...

The few people who reacted glanced at Fu Ziyan secretly, and someone was surprised: "Is Fu Ziyan Selene's Chinese name? It sounds so nice."

Evie knows this question!

She proudly explained to the others, "Mr. Fu means that Selene can bloom forever for him, be beautiful and bright, and be free and unrestrained." This was what Selene explained to her last time when she went to Hong Kong on Selene's birthday.

Although she doesn't understand Chinese, she thought the name was beautiful, so she wrote down the original words~

"Evie is right," Fu Ziyan, who was talking to Wilda, turned and smiled when she heard her friend's conversation. Her eyes were filled with joy and calmness. "I also like the name my father gave me."

"I met Mr. Fu last time when I attended a banquet with my parents. Oh my god, have all you Chinese people been cast under a spell? Why can't you see any signs of aging? Mr. Fu doesn't look like he's from the previous generation at all."

"That's right. I can even imagine what Selene will look like in thirty or forty years. She'll definitely look the same as she does now. And then I think about how we'll all have wrinkles and gray hair by then. It's incredible."

What girl doesn’t like being called an “ageless goddess”?

Fu Ziyan was amused. "You're exaggerating. It's so easy to maintain our face. When we have time, we can go to the Bernvict Laboratory in New York to create a skin profile and customize skincare products."

Wilda watched Selene's gentle and bright smile shift from being directed only at him to others, and an inexplicable bitterness welled up in his heart.

Subconsciously, he interrupted the joyful atmosphere over there: "Didn't you say we were going to build a snowman?"

Fu Ziyan turned around, the curve of her lips still not faded, her voice clear: "Pile!"

Wilda's eyebrows twitched, and he instinctively tried to get the girl's attention back. "Selene, let's see who can build the better snowman?"

"Okay~" Her tone was still as confident as ever.

But in reality, Fu Ziyan's handicap hasn't diminished with age. When she was a child, she used servants or tools to help her make clothes and jewelry for Barbie dolls, as well as perfume. She didn't rely solely on her own manual dexterity.

What is proportional to the degree of her hand clumsiness is her self-confidence.

Wilda hadn't expected Selene's snow bear to have such clean lines, not to mention its bumpy surface. Logically, coming from a family like theirs, they'd have taken sculpture classes to cultivate their artistic sense.

Selene's hands-on ability is so hard to describe!

In other sports competitions, he always tried his best to beat Selene, but in today's snowman-making competition, Wilda subconsciously felt that he should not win.

No, we shouldn't propose a competition.

Fu Ziyan didn't mind. After all, people should have a correct understanding of themselves. She had long ago accepted the fact that she was not very good at manual work, but this did not prevent her from being full of confidence in her work.

Dad once said that the artistry of a work of art is bestowed by the designer, but aesthetics is determined by the public. Natural beauty is beautiful, as is meticulous craftsmanship. It's difficult to satisfy everyone, and no one can claim their own aesthetic is always right. As long as she's satisfied with the work she's put so much effort into, then it's beautiful. Sometimes, it's not necessary to worry about other people's opinions or attitudes.

"Selene's snowman is so... simple." As a good friend, Evie spoke very tactfully.

Wilda looked at the two snowmen placed side by side, her lips moving slightly, but she ultimately chose to remain silent. She turned and took two quick steps toward the villa, emerging with two bow ties in her hands.

One black and one red.

The red one is worn on the ears of the simple bear as a bow decoration, and the black one is worn around the neck of the exquisite bear as a suit bow tie.

The plain and simple snowman bears were suddenly painted with color. At this point, it didn't matter whether they were exquisite or not, as you could tell at a glance that they were a pair of snowman bears.

Selene's snowman was too plain to be praised before, but with Wilda's help in decorating it, there was no need to worry about it. Someone remarked, "Wow, it looks much better with the accessories~"

Fu Ziyan suddenly had an idea and told her assistant, "There seems to be a peach tourmaline necklace among the jewelry I brought with me. Go get it."

Jewelry that caught the eye of Miss Fu Ziyan naturally had no problem with quality. When the assistant took out the necklace and handed it to Fu Ziyan, someone said bluntly, "Selene, the color of this necklace is really beautiful."

Perhaps it was the contrast of the white snow that made the tourmaline bead appear even more vibrant. Fu Ziyan raised her hand and placed it around the bear's neck. She stepped back and admired it for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction, "It looks even better this way."

They were all from aristocratic families, and no one thought there was anything wrong with using a high-quality jewelry necklace as a snowman decoration. They all laughed and praised the little snow bear.

"It feels like the little snow bear is radiating light all over."

"It's the beautiful Snow Bear Princess~"

Someone chuckled and joked, "Looks like Wilda is about to be outdone!"

Fu Ziyan tilted her head to look at Wilda.

Wilda's eyes curled up, and a short chuckle escaped his nose. "I admit defeat, but I'm definitely no match for the princess."

The word "princess" sounded so soft and tender that Fu Ziyan felt that when it passed through her ear canal, the small hairs seemed to stand up for a moment.

Her eyes accidentally fell on Wilda's face, and Wilda looked at her casually: "What's wrong?"

Fu Ziyan tilted her head and smiled. The snow scene made her eyes sparkle and clear. Wilda could easily see his own reflection in her eyes.

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought your voice was quite nice."

Wilda's throat moved and he said thank you.

It seemed to be just an ordinary polite conversation, but Evie found that in the next few days of the trip to Courchevel, the usually taciturn Wilda spoke more and more frequently.

Of course, it's mostly just a conversation with Selene.

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Fog gathered at high altitudes. Suddenly, a bright red snowboard appeared, cutting through the morning mist. The girl on it was wearing a light blue snow suit, as if she wanted to blend into the snow.

The sky was clear and blue, a rare sight. In the distance, one could see the peaks of snow-capped mountains shrouded in holy golden light. Nearby, there were countless snow-capped slopes and endless pine forests. Even closer, there was the elegant curve of Selene's figure as she bent her knees to press the blade, and her hair scattered under her beret, gilded with golden light.

Wilda, who was following closely behind Selene, fixed his gaze for a moment, and when he looked away again, a blush appeared on the tips of his ears.

She chased the light, and so did he.

Shifting her center of gravity and flipping her ankles, Fu Ziyan is like an elf in this world of ice and snow, galloping across the mountains and rivers on her snowboard, wandering freely between heaven and earth.

Leaping down from the snow-capped mountain, the snowboard made a rustling sound, like a bird flapping its wings. The mountain shadows and the wind were left behind. Everything was silent between heaven and earth, and only the sunset in the distance was guiding the direction.

The coincidence of sunset and snow scene made the sky appear in a romantic pink and blue hue. She herself didn't know how charming the smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows was at this moment.

Wilda felt the throbbing in her left chest. Before her eyes, as she turned right, she happened to catch a glimpse of a smiling face. A gentleness wrapped in pure joy. Her mind flashed back to her graceful confidence as she skateboarded, her unbridled racing, her jet skiing...

He thought he could no longer deceive himself.

He just likes Selene!

I like her bold and bright smile, I like her mischievous smile to tease him, I like her wildness when competing in sports, and I also like her when she reaches the finish line first, turns around and says to him nonchalantly with a smile, "Oh, that's bad, I won again."

Every scene with Selene flashed through his mind. Wilda's smile grew wider and wider, and the skateboard under his feet sped up along with his good mood, and then... he lost control.

The skateboard flipped over.

Fortunately, the snow was thick and flat, so Wilda did not suffer too much damage, but of course the pain was inevitable.

Fu Ziyan and Wilda were just a few feet apart when someone suddenly fell behind them. Fu Ziyan naturally heard it.

She slowly stopped, holding the skateboard and walked back to where Wilda was lying. She half-knelt down, frowned slightly and asked with concern: "Wilda, can you still get up?"

In the backlight, Wilda seemed to see the goddess, who lowered her eyes for him. What a beautiful scene. But at this moment, he just wanted to bury himself in the snow.

He just realized that he liked Selene, so why did he fail in front of Selene?

Selene is such a great skateboarder, she can even fly a helicopter, but not only can he not ski as well as Selene, he even fell down right in front of Selene!!!

Wilda felt that he suddenly understood the meaning of "extreme joy leads to sorrow", "shame and anger to death", and "want to cry but have no tears" in Chinese!

"Wilda?" Fu Ziyan looked at her friend with a dazed face and waved her hand in front of him.

"Ah, I'm fine. Let me lie down and look at the clouds for a while. The sky is so beautiful."

Wilda: Thank God, the sky is pretty today.

Fu Ziyan looked up and saw that it was indeed beautiful. What a pity! If Cheng Ruhui was there, she could have asked him to draw it.

Seeing the regret flash across Selene's face, Wilda, overwhelmed by love, couldn't help but ask, "Selene, what are you regretting?"

"I was thinking, it would be great if I could paint a picture of this kind of weather, but unfortunately my painter friend isn't here."

Wilda's heart was filled with alarm, but curiosity was still on his face: "Who is this painter? Maybe I know him."

"You probably don't know him. He lives in Hong Kong. I suspect he's never been to the UK. His name is Cheng Ruhui, and he's an emerging painter. I quite like his style."

Wilda nodded. "That's true. But since you admire me so much, maybe we'll have a chance to meet in the future."

His heart wasn't as calm as it appeared. The grass in his mind was pulling at him furiously. Damn it! He'd just made up a random excuse, and it'd reminded Selene of other males! If he'd known this would happen, he wouldn't have just laid down, even saying "look at the sky" to cover up his embarrassment.

"If Selene wants, I can draw too. I can draw it for you. I can draw both of us."

Fu Ziyan tilted her head to look at him: "Are you so free? You don't even need to attend classes to earn credits?" She wasn't surprised that Wilda could paint, it was a compulsory course in the education of aristocratic children.

"It's not going to be finished right away, so I'll take my time and let Selene wait a little longer." The most important thing is that he needs to find a famous painter to give him some advice, so that his painting can't be too bad!

Wilda stood up as he spoke, skipping the topic: "What should we do next time? Rock climbing or skydiving?"

"Let's not rock climb," Fu Ziyan said, rejecting this physically demanding sport. "Let's go skydiving."

Although skydiving is somewhat dangerous, neither of them took it seriously. Extreme sports like this often involve risk, and that's what makes it exciting.

Wilda is unconcerned, while Fu Ziyan relies on the APP.

Anyway, with the app, safety is absolutely guaranteed. As long as I tell my bodyguards not to tell my dad about my extreme sports activities, everything is perfect.

Unfortunately, Fu Ziyan didn't expect that the APP only said that it would provide her with security, but did not tell her what the specific implementation measures of the security guarantee would be like!