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

The staff and senior executives of the Fu Group's board office noticed that Mr. Fu was in a very good mood today, and they couldn't help but curiously ask the general assistant Guan Zaizhou the reason.

Guan Zaizhou didn't say anything, but just chuckled: "You will know in a while."

The eldest lady booked a flight back to Hong Kong today, trying to give her husband a surprise. Although her husband had already learned the news from the airport general manager at the dinner last night, he pretended not to know and played this "surprise" with the eldest lady.

Calculating the time, the plane should land in about half an hour.

The first person to know that the eldest lady had arrived was the front desk clerk at Fu’s Building.

The work at the front desk was mostly leisurely. As she was getting close to getting off work, she was thinking about what dishes to bring home in the evening when a figure in a light brown coat flashed into her sight, followed by four bodyguards.

The receptionist was an intern who had been there for only six months. She wasn't very familiar with Fu Ziyan's face. After pondering for a moment, an idea suddenly occurred to her: "Miss?"

Fu Ziyan tilted her head, curved her eyebrows and smiled: "Hello."

Aaaaaa~ The young lady is so beautiful and gentle, and she even smiles at her!

While the receptionist was indulging in a smile, Fu Ziyan had already walked into the high-rise elevator with her bodyguards.

Guan Zaizhou was placing the newly delivered Suji dim sum on a nearby table. This was specially ordered by his master, and everything from the dim sum to the drinks was tailored to the young lady's tastes. He looked up and saw the young lady emerge from the elevator with a smile on her face.

Coming so fast!

Guan Zaizhou was just about to speak when he saw the eldest lady put her left index finger in front of her lips, which meant that she was not allowed to make a sound. He smiled and nodded to show his understanding.

The young lady wants to give the gentleman a "surprise"~

Fu Ziyan walked slowly to her father's office with a smile on her face. She imitated Guan Zaizhou's usual habit and knocked twice on the door. After hearing a low "come in" from inside, she pushed the door open and jumped in, accompanied by a cheerful "surprise!"

Fu Qiyuan raised his head, chuckled, put down his pen, stood up, and walked to his daughter, his smile filled with doting: "Our Ti Ti, are you finally willing to go home?"

Fu Ziyan smiled and walked forward to give her father a big hug.

"Dad, did you miss me~"

"I miss you so much," Fu Qiyuan smiled softly, stroking his daughter's hair. "You look a little thinner. Is it very hard in Africa?"

"It's not that bad. Betty arranged a special plane to deliver daily necessities every day. The food is no different from what we have in the UK. It might be because I haven't had Chinese food in a long time." Fu Ziyan explained casually and started sharing mode, "Dad, I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro. Isn't it awesome~"

His face is full of expressions like "Praise me" and "I'm awesome".

Fu Qiyuan smiled: "Titi is very good, it surprised Dad."

It was indeed unexpected. His daughter Titi had never been a sports person since she was a child. During the school's spring outing for hiking and mountain climbing, she managed to persuade him to write a leave request. He didn't expect that they would actually climb such a high mountain with their friends.

But while he was proud of his daughter as a father, he was more concerned about: "How many days did you climb? Did you have any altitude sickness?"

"We climbed for a full week and seven days, but we went down the mountain by helicopter. I didn't have any altitude sickness~" Fu Ziyan felt that this must be the result of the gene-modifying agent APP took when she was a child.

No altitude sickness is good!

Although medical personnel were present and the incident was over, Fu Qiyuan still felt relieved when Titi said she had no altitude sickness. He took his daughter's hand and sat down. "I heard that Titi invested in a tourism project in Egypt?"

Fu Ziyan wasn't surprised her father knew about it. After all, it was a private investment, so she didn't use the assistants and legal staff at the Ouxi Hotel. Instead, she called Meng Tiao and asked her to send a team.

"Yes, the Egyptian government is vigorously developing the tourism industry. I think the prospects are good. Not only that, I think Yuanxi Hotel can also be established in Egypt, and we can start with a pilot project in Cairo."

Talking about work, Fu Ziyan subconsciously sat up straight. "I specifically checked out the software and hardware of the hotel I stayed at in Cairo... So I think Yuanxi Hotel can use Cairo as its first step into Africa, or Egypt."

Fu Qiyuan looked at his daughter with a smile: "Do you have any thoughts when you mentioned Africa?"

"I think the whole of Africa is fertile land. Dad, we can allocate some funds to invest."

"I traveled in Africa for two months. Tell me about it from your perspective."

"That's a lot!" Fu Ziyan raised her clenched right fist and stretched out her fingers one by one. "Tourism in Egypt and East African wildlife reserves and their associated markets. Oil fields in countries like Nigeria, which can be jointly mined through joint ventures with the government. Solar power station infrastructure in sub-Saharan Africa. Mining rights acquisition in South Africa. The expansion of Port Said."

Fu Qiyuan nodded, and following Titti's thoughts, analyzed for his daughter the pros and cons of current investment projects in Africa.

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door. It was Guan Zaizhou who came in with some snacks.

Fu Ziyan opened it and saw that all the flavors were her favorite, including the milk tea. She easily guessed the answer. With a sweet smile on her lips, she tilted her head and asked her father, "Dad, do you know I'm coming back today?"

Fu Qiyuan nodded with a smile: "I heard it from Jason, who is in charge of airport management, at the dinner party yesterday."

That’s it~

Cathay Pacific is now the only dominant airline in Hong Kong, and Kai Tak Airport has a close relationship with it. Cathay Pacific is controlled by Van Gogh & Co., and my father has some shares in Van Gogh & Co., but Jason would take the initiative to bring it up, probably because he has something to ask for.

Seeing Ti Ti opening the snack boxes one by one, taking a bite of cake on the left and a pineapple cake on the right, she was so busy that she had no hands to spare. Fu Qiyuan also raised his hand to take out the milk tea and help his daughter insert the straw.

I haven't had milk tea from this shop for a long time~

Fu Ziyan took a sip of milk tea from the hand her father handed her. Fu Qiyuan was helpless and looked at Ti Ti with a smirk, "Britain and Africa are really starving you!"

Although he said so, in reality, Fu Qiyuan still kept the milk tea near his daughter's mouth.

Fu Ziyan agreed with this, swallowing the snack in her mouth and complaining with a very colorful expression: "British food is simply the ceiling of the bad taste, and African food is not that good either. I don't understand how they can ruin the taste of the finished product with such high-quality ingredients!"

"Didn't you bring a team of chefs with you to England? Why are you eating British food?"

Fu Ziyan lowered her head and took another sip of milk tea. She felt her soul become even sweeter, then she spread her hands and explained, "It's graduation season. I have too many parties to attend. I'm so busy that I don't have many days to eat at home. The food in Europe is really average."

As she spoke, she suddenly tilted her head and asked curiously, "Dad also studied in the UK. How did you solve your lunch and dinner problems back then?" Breakfast was not a big problem. A toast sandwich could always be made to taste good.

Fu Qiyuan chuckled: "I was very busy before and didn't have time to be picky. But in his free time, your Uncle Chen can cook, and I help him buy groceries."

Fu Ziyan was surprised: "Uncle Chen can actually cook, incredible! Dad, can you cook?"

Fu Qiyuan didn't answer. He looked at the small plate of pineapple cakes in front of his daughter, which was only one-third eaten, and said, "Don't eat too much. I'll take you to Shek O for dinner later."

"Then I won't eat. Let's go to Grandpa's and have some delicious food!" Fu Ziyan nodded obediently and smiled secretly. Dad was just trying to change the subject.