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

Fu Ziyan didn't mention the car, but Xu Zhuo took the initiative to mention it: "Ms. Fu, regarding the scratch on your car last night, I..."

Before Xu Zhuo finished speaking, Fu Qiyuan and Fu Mingzhang, who had been reading the newspaper and drinking tea and letting Ti Ti deal with it herself, looked up at Fu Ziyan when they heard his words.

"Did Ti Ti have a car accident last night?"

Sensing her father's gentle gaze, Fu Ziyan felt her scalp tingling for a moment.

Help! Sneaking out in the middle of the night is already a crime, and now I almost got into trouble. My life is over!

She tilted her head and smiled sweetly, "Nothing. Miss Xu was probably too impatient. She scraped against my car and lost some paint."

Fu Qiyuan's eyes did not move, he just nodded and said nothing.

Fu Ziyan: ...

It’s over, she just got home!

With outsiders still around, Fu Ziyan felt miserable, but she had to put on a polite smile...which made it even more miserable.

"Ms. Xu was anxious to pick up her child. There was a reason for this. It was just a minor matter of scraping some paint off the car. There's no need to worry about it. As for compensation, there's no need."

After hearing what Miss Fu said, Xu Zhuo naturally nodded in agreement, but he was still muttering in his heart, the car she drove had some dents on the body, was Miss Fu's car just peeling off the paint?

The Xu family expressed their gratitude repeatedly before leaving behind gifts and leaving.

The Fu family didn't need this gift, but Fu Ziyan didn't refuse it. Whether it was a favor or a debt, accepting the gift was the only way to settle the debt.

Coming out of the living room, Xu Zhuo felt relieved. Last night, she was worried about Xiao Ci Sheng's safety and the compensation for the car scratch. This time, she really wanted to thank Miss Fu.

This incident also made her realize that while making money and improving herself were important, Xiao Cisheng's emotions and safety were more important. She was the only one who cared about her Xiao Cisheng. The moment that man returned to the city after the college entrance examination and left her and Xiao Cisheng, she vowed to raise Xiao Cisheng well on her own.

Xu Zhuo, who was relieved, was now interested in visiting Fu's house.

The six-meter-high domed living room is decorated with Su-style painted murals. Decorative elements include seemingly random colored porcelain, filigree incense burners, and bronze animal heads. An ivory-white spiral staircase stands just outside the living room, and the courtyard is filled with precious flowers and trees...

After a month in Hong Kong, she had become deeply aware of the disparity between the rich and the poor in this land. But upon seeing the mansion before her, Xu Zhuo couldn't help but sigh. Even though the Xu family was wealthy and considered a wealthy family in Hong Kong, it was still far behind the Fu family.

She no longer wanted to live in such a house. She only hoped that one day, with her own efforts, she could afford to buy an exquisite and well-equipped villa and give Xiao Cisheng a home that truly belonged to them.

"Ms. Zhang, this way please."

Along with the sound came the sound of a car door closing and the sound of obviously lighter footsteps. Xu Zhuo looked up curiously and happened to meet the eyes of the "guest" who was led in by the servant.

Single eyelids, small almond eyes, and a small mole on the left side of the nose.

Xu Zhuo's pupils shrank slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he blurted out: "Xiaoxia?"

Although girls change a lot when they grow up, the woman in the professional suit in front of her is exactly the same as her cousin who left home at a young age due to fate.

Zhang Xiafei paused, her gaze fixed, a faint smile spreading across her lips. "Sister Zhuo, long time no see. I'll report to my boss first, and I'll catch up with you later."

She put her business card into her pocket and handed it to Xu Zhuo.

Xu Zhuo also realized that this was not a good place to recognize relatives and reminisce about the past. He did not want to delay his cousin's business, so he quickly took the business card and said, "Okay, you go ahead."

Zhang Xiafei nodded to the servant and followed the servant's instructions and continued walking towards the main building.

Xu Zhuo's face was filled with joy as she held the business card handed to her by her long-lost cousin. She had never expected to run into her in Hong Kong. She had been taken in and adopted by a kindhearted person after a difficult life due to a famine in her early years, and was said to have already left the country.

If my uncle and aunt knew about this, they would definitely be relieved in the afterlife.

Xu Zhuo was happy, and Xu Zeng was also in a good mood. As soon as he got in the car, he asked hurriedly: "Little sister, was that someone you knew just now?"

It was actually the servant of the Fu family who welcomed him in!

She was wearing a professional suit, so she was most likely one of Miss Fu's subordinates. A subordinate who could enter the Fu residence was definitely a close confidant. I never thought that an illegitimate daughter from the mainland would have such connections!

Xu Zhuo's smile faded slightly. Xu Zeng's meaning was so obvious, how could she not hear it?

In the living room, Fu Ziyan, who was being glared at by her father and grandfather, bowed her head and admitted her fault. Before Fu Qiyuan could open his mouth to lecture her, the servant came and announced, "Miss, Miss Zhang is here."

Zhang Xiafei came to report on his work with the information!

You came just in time~

Fu Ziyan's eyes lit up: escaped a disaster.jpg.

She nodded calmly to the servant to show that she understood, and the servant quietly left.

Fu Ziyan turned to look at her father and grandfather again, her face devoid of a smile, as she explained, "Zhang Xiafei is here. She's my secretary who helps manage the affairs of the Yuanxi Hotel in the UK. I asked her to come to Hong Kong for the next two months to review the business status of the Yuanxi Hotel in Southeast Asia."

Although Ti Ti pretended to be calm and spoke in a businesslike tone, Fu Qi Yuan knew that his daughter must be feeling relieved without even looking up at her expression.

Fu Qiyuan nodded gently: "Go ahead and do your work. I want to see your self-reflection before I go to bed tonight."

A small punishment but a big warning.

He doesn't mind his daughter going out to play at night, but sneaking out is wrong. If he doesn't find out, it's fine. But if he finds out, he has to show a disapproving attitude. Otherwise, if something really happens when she sneaks out to play one day, he will be in trouble without even knowing it.

Fu Ziyan paused as she stood up, her tone muffled: "I understand."

Although writing a self-criticism is troublesome, she has written more than one or two self-criticisms since she was a child. It just takes a little more time, but it is better than staying in the living room and listening to her father and grandfather nagging her.

But she had to show her reluctance, otherwise her father would think she was not afraid. What if the punishment was even heavier next time?

After saying goodbye to her father and grandfather, Fu Ziyan headed towards the study. In the living room, Fu Mingzhang and Fu Qiyuan were still discussing the same topic.

"Are you planning to let Ti Ti take over Yuanxi Hotel?"

"Yes, she has been trained in England for three years, so it would be easiest for her to take over Yuanxi."

"You really don't plan to let Ti Ti join the Fu family?"

"The Fu family is a mixed bag. Ti Ti has her own vast world, not to mention..."

As she walked away, the voices of her grandfather and father in the living room could no longer be heard. Fu Ziyan walked briskly towards the study while thinking about the takeover of Yuanxi Hotel.

As soon as Fu Ziyan pushed the door open, Zhang Xiafei stood up from the sofa and said, "Miss."

Her subordinates, even the assistant secretary when she was in charge of Yuanxi Hotel, followed the way others called her and always called her "Miss". Fu Ziyan was used to it.

She smiled and nodded: "Sit down, don't be shy."

Zhang Xiafei pursed her lips and smiled, handed over the report in her hand, and then began to report on the work done in the past two months: "Through these two months..."

“What do you think could be improved about these hotels in Southeast Asia?”

"Mr. He's management style is well-known to all. Personally, I haven't noticed any shortcomings. However, I believe that the supply chain localization we have implemented in Western Europe can be implemented in Southeast Asia and even other regions."

Fu Ziyan nodded slightly: "There's no rush. Let me take over completely first, otherwise it will easily cause chaos."

"for..."

"..."

Through questions and answers, Zhang Xiafei completed his work report, and Fu Ziyan also gained a general understanding of the hotels in the Southeast Asia region through Zhang Xiafei's report.

Finally, Zhang Xiafei mentioned a personal matter: "Miss, when I first arrived, I happened to run into my cousin who used to live in the mainland."

Although it was a private matter, she came to Hong Kong with the eldest daughter. The group of people her cousin had just met were obviously from wealthy families in Hong Kong. She should have informed the eldest daughter when she recognized her cousin.

cousin?

Fu Ziyan looked up and asked curiously, "Are you talking about Xu Zhuo?"