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

"That's right," Fu Qiyuan nodded with a smile, his eyes warm. He looked up at Fu Qize again and spoke at a steady pace, "As for the punishment, it's the copying you just mentioned, plus a month's living expenses. It's a small punishment but a big warning."

Fu Mingzhang stopped rolling the walnuts and suddenly said, "Three months. Since this has been going on for half a year, I'll stop paying your living expenses for the remaining three months of this year. Clear your head."

Fu Zilin and Fu Ziyuan nodded in agreement.

The family trust would give family members a living allowance every month based on their age groups. According to the age groups of Fu Zilin and the other person, they could get 150,000 Hong Kong dollars per month, which was not much, but not too little either. After all, the average monthly salary in Hong Kong at that time was only 2,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Although it was a bit painful to be fined three months' living expenses, it was still within the acceptable range for both of them.

Fu Mingzhang looked at Fu Qize again, his tone becoming more serious. "Third brother, your company, your son, and the rest of the mess are yours to deal with. As a father, you should take up your responsibilities. If you can't bear it anymore, ask your second brother to stop your dividend for three months to clear your mind."

He really didn't know what the third brother was thinking. He had no intention of mediating when his sons were arguing. Was it because he had too many children and was not interested in taking care of them all, or was it because he only cared about Fu Zimu?

When he thought of Fu Zimu, he wanted to sigh.

Although he had basically given up on this nominal "eldest grandson" after having that dream and comparing it with reality, he was still his own grandson, the eldest son of the third child, and he still hoped that the child would get better.

When the Fu family had just moved to Hong Kong from Shanghai, it happened that Fu Zimu was of the right age to start elementary school. Even when he was so busy, he specially asked A Zhong to take a list of suitable teachers, and after careful selection, he invited them to his home to teach the child. As the child grew older, although not as good as Qi Yuan, he was still acceptable. Unexpectedly, when Fu Zimu grew up, he would fall into the same "love" as the third brother and could not get out of it, and he was even more deeply trapped than the third brother.

Fu Mingzhang became angry when he thought of the ending in his dream where the Fu family was torn apart and was ruined by Fu Zimu. He felt relieved only when he shifted his gaze back to Qi Yuan and Ti Ti.

Fu Qi Ze didn't know what the old man was thinking.

When he heard that his living allowance would be stopped for three months, he was completely devastated.

You know, he can get 500,000 yuan every month, which is 1.5 million yuan in three months.

This was no small sum; his building materials company only made around 20 million in profit a year. Although he still had other assets the old man had given him, 1.5 million was enough for his family's living expenses for half a year—in other words, the money he needed to support his group of concubines.

Losing the money is a small matter. The most important thing is that he is already a grandfather, and his old father has punished him by stopping his living expenses for three months. If he tells others about it, how can he save face?

Fu Qi Ze suddenly shuddered and immediately said with a serious face: "I know, Dad. I will take on the responsibility of a father and take good care of the children."

"That's better." Fu Mingzhang said calmly.

Fu Ziyan pursed her lips, appearing calm and composed on the surface, but when she heard her uncle say "a few children", she suddenly felt like laughing.

emm...“a few”!

Let her count, Uncle San already has ten children now.

Is ten considered within the numerical range of "a few"? It should be considered, after all, she only knows "a few" and "a dozen" and then deduces downwards in that order.

"Alright, you've been making a fuss all morning, so go away. Those who need to go to the reflection room to copy the paper should go, and those who need to deal with the mess should deal with it properly. Qiyuan and Titi should also go back to work at the company." Having said this, Fu Mingzhang turned his head to look at the second wife, "Ah Xiang, stay for a while."

There was a flash of surprise in the second concubine's eyes, and her face was already respectful in response.

"Dad, I'll take Titi away first, and then come back to have dinner with you in the evening." Fu Ziyan stood up following her father's actions.

"Go."

Before Fu Ziyan left, her eyes swept over her aunt who was sitting next to her uncle. She seemed to be sitting there quietly from beginning to end, maintaining the demeanor of a wealthy lady, without saying a word. Suddenly, some unspeakable emotions surged in her heart, but in a moment, she had suppressed these emotions.

Even sympathy and emotion cannot withstand reality.

The actions of her father and grandfather today clearly showed an intention to cultivate her ability to manage and handle family affairs. It was obvious that when her grandfather asked her two days ago whether she wanted to become a director of the family foundation, it was not a casual question, but a sincere one.

She can have good intentions and do some charity for women's causes, but as Fu Qiyuan's heir and future director of the family foundation, she must remain rational.

Some things cannot be easily touched, as one small move can affect the entire body.

After getting into the car with her father, Fu Ziyan asked, "Dad, do you also support me being a director of the family foundation?"

"Your grandfather has his eye on you." Fu Qiyuan smiled slightly, his tone firm, "Besides, she's my daughter, so naturally she should be."

Seeing Ti Ti looking at him obediently, Fu Qiyuan's brows softened and he added, "But it's okay if you don't want to take over now. You're still young, and it won't matter if you play for a few more years."

Fu Ziyan curled her lips. Her father always thought about her.

"it is good."

Fu Qiyuan lowered his eyes and smiled at his daughter, then suddenly changed the subject: "Titi played in Lan Kwai Fong until very late last night?"

The corners of Fu Ziyan's lips froze.

"It's not that late~"

Fu Qiyuan looked at Ti Ti intently but said nothing.

This little rascal in his family likes to act like a spoiled brat whenever he feels guilty.

Why isn't Dad talking?

Fu Ziyan glanced at her father quietly.

After watching his daughter for a while, Fu Qiyuan warned her, "Leave earlier next time, and keep a female bodyguard if you live in Jiashang Garden."

Jiashangyuan is not too far from Taipingshan. With just a phone call, the female bodyguard living in Taipingshan can drive over to take over the shift.

Fu Ziyan sat upright, her expression as if a well-behaved child. "I know, safety is the most important thing. I'm so rich, I'm definitely a prime target for kidnappers. I absolutely can't give them a chance!"

Fu Qiyuan gently rubbed his daughter's head: "You drank last night, are you feeling uncomfortable today?"

"No, we just haven't gotten together for a long time, so we just had a few drinks. We didn't drink much, just a little bit tipsy." Fu Ziyan raised her hand to gesture to her father, with her thumb and index finger almost touching each other, with only a small gap showing.

"Why did you suddenly pick up Tokiye at the airport?"

Fu Ziyan knew that she couldn't hide the news from her father, so of course she didn't try to hide it. She just ordered her subordinates to suppress the news in the newspaper.

"I just happened to hear he was coming back, so I went to pick him up at the airport. Besides, he's probably interested in the mainland market," Fu Ziyan winked playfully. "I took the opportunity to help Boss Li with his sales."

Boss Li is the nickname Fu Ziyan gave to Li Ziheng.

"Naughty." Fu Qiyuan tapped his daughter's forehead, but there was not much scolding in his tone.

"I'm obviously doing good things!"

Fu Qiyuan chuckled: "Yes, he should thank you."

Fu Ziyan shook her head proudly.

Fu Qiyuan's eyes flashed with a smile: "There is a cruise dinner on Saturday, Ti Ti should go."

"Who's hosting this? Isn't Dad going?"

Fu Qiyuan shook his head: "I won't go, it's all you young generation."

"On the surface, this is a dinner party organized by the Xia family for our nephew Shang Xun. He's new to Hong Kong, and we're throwing a party to introduce him to you. But in reality, it was a suggestion from the mainland."

Xia Family...

Fu Ziyan had a good friend, Xia Zhenzhen, when she was in school. She was the daughter of this family.

As for the merchants, they were a big family in Suzhou in the early years. They did not leave after the founding of the People's Republic of China and actively responded to the policies during the public-private partnership. There was some turbulence in the policies in the past few years, but the merchants should have calmed down this year.

It seems that there will be a dark horse like Shang Xun in the Hong Kong business world in the future.

"I know, Dad. I'll have fun."