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

Perhaps hearing the voice, Winslow also came out, as gentlemanly and polite as always: "Miss Fu, good evening."

Fu Ziyan nodded and smiled, her eyes and eyebrows even more radiant than the pearls on her chest: "Mr. Winslow, there is no need to be so polite. We can just be natural."

The two sat opposite each other, and Fu Ziyan spoke politely, "It's getting late, thank you for coming to see me, Mr. Winslow."

Winslow smiled and flattered, "Miss Fu, you're too polite. You have a busy schedule, but you still made time to see me. How can I say that this is hard work for me?"

Fu Ziyan smiled and didn't continue to be polite.

She looked through the hotel's financial statements over the past few years and noticed that although the accounts were good, the hotel's profits would drop significantly every time a strike occurred. She could sense that the hotel's response to the strike was rather passive.

"This year, there have been quite a few strikes in the UK, especially among car workers in Birmingham. This has indirectly impacted our hotel occupancy rate, leading to a drop in business travelers. I know the strikes are external factors and difficult to change, but besides lowering room rates, we can't just sit back and wait for things to go wrong."

"Strikes happen every year in the UK. We need to be prepared in advance to have marketing plans in case of such a massive strike, rather than just cutting prices every time."

Although her tone was gentle, Winslow could tell that the young lady was not reminding her, but making a request.

He nodded in agreement. "Ms. Fu is right. I will come up with a plan to deal with the wave of strikes as soon as possible."

"That's great. I hope you can turn the strike crisis into an opportunity." Fu Ziyan took a sip of coffee, her eyes filled with encouragement and expectation, and then she smiled and talked about the next question.

"Data shows an increase in American guest stays, but the hotel's fish and chips menu hasn't yet been improved..."

"I looked through the work reports and found that the hotel has been piloting a system where night security guards also take on the duties of bellhops for two months. Winslow, do you think this job integration model is..."

"Ms. Fu, I think..."

The two of them communicated about hotel matters with smiles on their faces. The atmosphere was harmonious. When it was over, Fu Ziyan looked at her watch and the hour hand was already pointing to "10".

Fu Ziyan smiled slightly and looked at Winslow: "It's late at night, so let's stop here for today. I look forward to the future development of the Birmingham branch."

"I'd like to borrow Miss Fu's good advice."

The next day was Sunday, and the hotel's second-line department employees were on vacation. Fu Ziyan had breakfast at the hotel and then took a helicopter to the next city.

From then until she left the UK for the Christmas holidays, Fu Ziyan was basically busy going back and forth between school, inspecting hotels, and handling some work at the Yuan Xi Hotel's Western European branch in London.

And Wilda is just as he said, "he is very free" and can wait for Selene who is "very busy".

When Fu Ziyan went to France to inspect hotels, he went with her without disturbing her work. Chunchun was a mascot who accompanied her to eat and drink.

Whenever Fu Ziyan had some free time during her inspection, she would take Wilda to the winery to pick grapes and taste wine, and to the lavender farm to take photos and make soap.

The fragrance of lavender, accompanied by the moist and warm autumn breeze, brushed through the tips of her hair. Wilda quietly enjoyed this joy that came from the intervals.

*

In November, electricity workers went on strike in the UK.

Fu Ziyan received a call from her father as soon as she got home from school.

"Titi," Fu Qiyuan said gently, his expression serious as he reminded his daughter, "Bring your bodyguards with you. If you encounter a street parade, don't join in the fun. Be a good boy."

Ever since he dreamt that Ti Ti had an accident last time, Fu Qiyuan has become more worried about his daughter's safety than before.

Fu Ziyan snorted in dissatisfaction: "I'm not the kind of person who joins in the fun!"

She is obviously the super good Queen Titti~

Fu Qiyuan chuckled: "Dad, just take this as a promise you made to me. Ti Ti will do what she promised."

"Of course I am a man of my words~"

Fu Ziyan, who has taken over the Western European area of ​​Yuanxi Hotel for more than a month, is gentle to the outside but has a deterrent power that cannot be ignored. Every senior executive would say in their heart, "Ms. Fu's temperament and behavior are exactly the same as Mr. Fu's." But when facing her father, her true nature is completely revealed.

"Dad, I've finished inspecting hotels in Western Europe recently, and I found..." Fu Ziyan boasted about her work to her father in a brisk voice, and finally added, "Am I super awesome?"

The intention to seek praise is clearly revealed.

Fu Qiyuan smiled. Although he had been accustomed to praising and cooperating with his daughter over the years, he was still touched by her cuteness every time.

He chuckled, his tone a bit exaggerated with surprise. "Really? In just such a short time, Ti Ti has made great progress. That's really great. Dad knows that our Ti Ti is very good."

There is a special emotion, that is, even though Fu Ziyan knows that her father is coaxing her, she will still be very happy when she hears it.

Her tone was overflowing with joy, and she couldn't wait to share her recent daily life with her father: "I was in Belgium a few days ago and tasted a particularly delicious chocolate. It had a very delicate taste and was not overly sweet. I bought a lot and will bring it back to Dad next time I go back to Hong Kong."

Fu Qiyuan smiled, his eyes fixed on the framed photo of father and daughter on the side of the desk. He was particularly gentle: "Okay, Dad will wait for you to come back and bring it to me. Chocolate is a sweet food. No matter how much Titi likes it, she must restrain herself, otherwise her teeth will turn black or get cavities."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Fu Ziyan's eyes flashed with nostalgia. When she was eight or nine, her father always used this kind of words to "scare" her. In fact, she had memories of her past life and had never been really scared, but she still felt warm when she recalled it now.

Fu Qiyuan's voice was filled with laughter: "Yes, Ti Ti is a big kid now. It's winter now, big kids should stop sneaking ice cream."

Fu Ziyan, who likes to eat ice cream to cool off in the summer and likes to eat ice cream around the fireplace in the UK in the winter, was silent for a moment, smiled and skipped the topic.

"By the way, Dad, I want to go to the United States this Christmas to see if there are any good projects in Silicon Valley or those universities that I can invest in."

Fu Qiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Of course, it was because this was the time when high-tech was taking off in Silicon Valley in the United States. Her memories from her previous life told her that investing at this time was extremely profitable.

But Fu Ziyan wouldn't say that. She just smiled and said, "I've been inspecting hotels recently and have seen the efficiency of electronic reservation systems. So I think there's great potential in investing in the computer industry. Also, the oil company's dividends are so generous, I can't just let the money sit in my bank account."

Fu Qiyuan praised: "Titi's idea is very good. Now is indeed a good time to start investing. But don't forget that investing has its ups and downs, so you have to control it yourself."

"I know, Dad."

Fu Ziyan thought again, her father was so calm about the idea she proposed, could he have already invested in it?

Thinking of this, Fu Ziyan asked.

Fu Qiyuan chuckled: "In the field of high-tech, we have indeed invested some."

As expected of a dad, he's very far-sighted.

The conversations between the father and daughter covered a wide range of topics, assisted by Fu Ziyan's wild imagination, and each call would last at least half an hour.

A servant hired by a British manor went into the study twice to deliver something to the young lady. He happened to encounter the young lady finishing a phone call. He couldn't help but secretly calculate the length of the call in his heart. He couldn't help but be shocked. Overseas calls are not cheap.

Especially, seeing the young lady's smiling face, obviously she was joking and not talking about serious matters, he was more impressed by the wealth of the host family.

When will it be her turn to have this immense wealth?

As the servant left the study, he ran into the butler Fink who came over to report: "Miss, the backup generator has been checked and the fuel is ready."

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded: "I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Butler Fink."

The generator is prepared for a wave of power workers' strikes. In the event of a strike and power outage, the manor will not be affected.

Because of the recent wave of strikes, she was worried about the unsafe city center, so she moved directly to the manor and took a helicopter to school every day. Since her family had an oil company, Fu Ziyan didn't have to worry about fuel.

The sky was dark and a fine, heavy rain began to fall outside.

Fu Ziyan turned on a dim mood light and leisurely lay in the rocking chair, rocking and listening to the classical music on the record accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car braking.

Not long after, Fink knocked on the door again and came in: "Miss, Mr. Westminster is here."

Fu Ziyan was surprised, stood up and walked downstairs to the castle's living room.

"Wilda, why are you here so suddenly?"

His deep green eyes stared at Fu Ziyan without blinking, but he spoke in Chinese with an English accent: "I want to come see you."

After a pause, he continued, "I missed you."

Fu Ziyan arched her eyebrows and stared at him with a mischievous smile: "Oh oh~~~"

Wilda pursed her lips to hide the awkwardness on her face, walked closer to Fu Ziyan, lowered her eyes and looked at the girl in front of her with a beautiful smile, her eyes like emerald glass were full of deep affection and love.

Without any warning, he suddenly confessed: "Selene, I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Fu Ziyan was bewitched by those beautiful green jade eyes. She raised her hand and gently patted Wilda's shoulder: "Come down a little."

Although Selene hadn't agreed to his confession yet, Wilda wasn't about to deny her request, and he leaned in close to her face with a chuckle, looking directly into her eyes.

People who didn’t like to laugh before now have their eyes filled with subtle provocative “hooks”.

Fu Ziyan reached out and touched his cheek with her fingertips. It was warm and cool, with a slight chill from the outdoors, as delicate as the first melting spring snow.

Slide your fingertips all the way up to the corners of your eyes.

She said, "Close your eyes, Wilda."

Wilda heard a soft laugh wrapped in frosted honey, like the fluttering of butterfly wings beside his ears, not numb, but extremely alluring.

The next moment, Wilda felt a light and clear fragrance that filled his nose just right, like a net approaching, about to cover him.

For one or two seconds, his right eyelid, which was closed obediently, was touched lightly by the girl's cherry lips like a dragonfly touching the water, and he was completely immersed in this fragrant net.

As the fragrance gradually faded away, his heart was still beating like a drum, and the sound of the clock in the quiet living room formed a symphony.

Fu Ziyan tilted her head, looked at Wilda who was still closing his eyes, and chuckled: "Aren't you going to open your eyes?"

The closed eyes suddenly opened, overflowing with unconcealable joy: "Selene, do you agree?"

Fu Ziyan smiled generously and extended her hand to him: "I agree, I really like your eyes."

Wilda's lips curved up, and he took her hand, interlocking their fingers, a smile spreading all over him: "Thank you, Selene!"

He spoke in both Chinese and English: "I'm so happy, Selene!"

Fu Ziyan looked at him with a smile. She knew how happy Wilda was because of his incoherent mix of Chinese and English without Wilda emphasizing it.

He hugged Fu Ziyan happily with a bright smile, as if he wanted to announce the good news to the whole world.

that's the truth.

Confirming her relationship with Wilda had little impact on Fu Ziyan's daily life. She continued attending school and working as usual, except for a few social events where Wilda would announce their relationship to her friends.

Wilda’s “official announcement” was to reunite with the members of the skateboarding party at that time, under the pretext of “commemorating our first meeting”.

Fu Ziyan was very indulgent towards her boyfriend's new little idea.

After days of drizzle, the weather finally turned nice.

Fu Ziyan's manor welcomed many friends, basically all of them were the original group from that skateboarding party.

"Hello Selene, long time no see~"

"I heard Selene recently took over the Wonhee Hotel. I thought you were too busy to have fun!"

As everyone was laughing and chatting, Wilda also came out with a happy smile on his face and went straight to Fu Ziyan.

Before they had the chance to greet Wilda, he took Selene's hand, with a smile so bright that it seemed to rival the sun.

Everyone: Hmm???

not?

Everyone's eyes turned to Selene, the host of the party.

Fu Ziyan smiled and naturally raised her right hand, which was interlocked with Wilda's, to show everyone: "Let me introduce Wilda's new identity to everyone again."

She tilted her head and smiled at Wilda, then turned back to look at everyone: "My boyfriend."

Wow——

"Congratulations~"

"Congratulations~"

"I noticed it the last time I went racing with you. Congratulations, Wilda, on getting what you wanted!"

"There are signs of this happening so early!"

Some people started to make a fuss, while others silently looked in Lucas' direction.

At the last skateboard party, anyone who paid close attention could see that Lucas was being particularly affectionate towards Selene. They weren't fools; they could all tell that Lucas was interested in Selene.

Does anyone else remember that at the last party, Selene and Wilda didn't know each other at first, so... was this someone else who got there first?

Or he acted as the introducer of his love rival!

The look in this man's eyes when he looked at Lucas was filled with sympathy.

Lucas is so miserable.