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

"Mu Mu, please contact the craftsman who customized the tea pets for me last time and order two more sets for me." Fu Ziyan walked out of Jiqing's suite slowly. Although there was a blush at the corners of her eyes, her tone had calmed down.

The tea pets were based on Jiqing, some standing, some lying, each with a different expression. Actually, the original set was intact, but it was better to be prepared. She was afraid that if she wanted it again later, the craftsman's impression of Jiqing would fade over time, and he would no longer be able to make such a lifelike figure.

"Yes." Mu Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they all left the room when the gentleman entered the room to comfort the young lady and could not hear what was happening inside, she did not forget how sad and dazed the young lady was when Jiqing had just left. It was great that the young lady could now calm down.

"Also, contact a few brands to customize a Jiqing model for me."

"Yes." Mu Mu answered without hesitation. The eldest lady had customized Jiqing's special items two or three times in recent years, such as clavicle chains, bracelets, brooches and other jewelry. The designers of several brands had met Jiqing in person, and with their experience, there would be no mistakes.

Seeing that Mu Mu was fine, Fu Ziyan walked into the study. She wanted to write the plan for the Jiqing Foundation by herself. This was the last thing she could do for Jiqing.

While Fu Ziyan was buried in the study, the housekeeper, Ahong and Meng Tiao were busy dealing with waves of greeting and caring calls, some from the eldest lady's friends, and some from the owners of Jiqing's cat friends.

She would thank and apologize, and occasionally decline the call, averaging one and a half to two minutes per call, as fast as an assembly line. Only the occasional calls from elders would require her to answer them personally.

Time passed quickly and it was noon when Ah Hong knocked on the door.

"Miss, Master Su personally sent an oil painting."

Young Master Su refers to Su Tunan.

Fu Ziyan stopped writing. "Where are the others?"

"Young Master Su put the painting down and left without even entering the door."

Fu Ziyan pursed her lips. This was Su Tunan's style. She really didn't want to socialize...

"Bring the painting in."

Ah Hong responded, and the study door opened. Two servants came in carrying a beautifully framed oil painting. It was obvious that they had been waiting outside the door just now.

Fu Ziyan raised her head and saw the brightly colored oil painting at a glance:

Sunlight streamed through the window. The girl leaned back, her black hair cascading like a shawl, seemingly tinged with a soft glow. Her lips curved, her eyes downcast, a smile falling on the ragdoll cat in her arms. The blue-eyed kitten lazily lay in the girl's arms, its tender pink paw resting gently on her wrist. On the table before them, pale blue flowers bloomed.

Fu Ziyan's eyes were slow and deep, as if she was pacing and exploring the painting, depicting Jiqing's outline bit by bit in her heart. After a while, she said, "Replace the painting in my room."

"Yes." Ah Hong had anticipated this and took the servants into the eldest lady's room to change and hang up the painting.

The entire process of drawing and binding an oil painting takes three months, half a year or even longer. I don’t know when Su Tunan painted it, but she was indeed deeply comforted when it was sent to her at this time.

With this painting, it feels like Jiqing can always be with her.

*

A Cantonese restaurant in Central.

Xi Qingqing and the other three sat in the private room, their gazes fixed on Su Tunan who had just entered. "How's Yanyan?"

Su Tunan spread his hands and said, "From the looks of the servants at the Fu residence, I knew Yanyan was in a bad mood. I simply didn't go in, and left the painting behind."

Xi Qingqing was speechless. She retracted her hand, which was about to pour tea for Su Tunan to quench his thirst: "You are too unreliable!"

How could they not know that Yanyan was in a bad mood? They knew Yanyan was in no mood to socialize and entertain them, so they didn't come to comfort her. They were counting on Su Tunan to go to the Fu residence and find out something. Unexpectedly, Su Tunan was so unreliable that he ran away without even seeing the housekeeper!

Su Tunan said embarrassedly: "That painting can also comfort Yanyan! I thought that Housekeeper Tan would definitely tell Yanyan about this. With Yanyan's personality, how could she not come down to see me? I can't let Yanyan come down to receive me when she is in a bad mood."

Lu Yan put away his disappointment and raised his hand to take over Xi Qingqing's job of pouring tea for Su Tunan: "Forget it, forget it. Just like he said, at least he gave me the painting."

"I don't know how long it will take Yanyan to get over it!" Gu Anning sighed softly, "Jiqing has been with her for more than ten years, from elementary school to college, which is the entire period of time when Yanyan grew up."

"I remember that year Yanyan missed Jiqing so much that she asked someone to send her cat to London, and some people even gossiped about her envy behind her back."

Even now, private jets in Hong Kong are only owned by a few wealthy families. Most socialites and young men can only travel by ordinary planes, and some even non-first class.

"The young lady won't dwell on sadness for too long, Mr. Fu is here." Shi Ye suddenly spoke up. As the young lady's former tutor, although he had only been interviewed privately by Mr. Fu three times, he believed that he knew Mr. Fu better than his friends who came from famous families.

Mr. Fu values ​​and dotes on his daughter so much that he would never want to let the eldest daughter be sad. The most likely reason is to divert her attention little by little after she vents her anger...

Shi Ye looked at Su Tunan who was sitting next to Xi Qingqing, and decided to find someone to customize a sculpture of the same proportions as Ji Qing.

Lu Yan's eyes dropped between the teacups, his expression dull. "Yan Yan won't stay away from visitors for more than three days. Uncle Fu won't let Yan Yan leave such an obvious shortcoming."

Miss Fu can openly love and pamper her kitten, customize clothes and toys for the cat, and even buy land to bury the cat... But she cannot be depressed for many days because of the death of her beloved cat, otherwise someone will inevitably take advantage of this "weakness" to attack Miss Fu in the future.

The business world is like a battlefield, and it is a taboo for those in power to be shackled by emotions.

Gu An Ning frowned, feeling distressed when she thought about the sadness Yan Yan might be going through right now: "It's really not easy for you to be the heir."

Even sadness has to be hidden.

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight," Lu Yan looked at Gu An Ning, "Believe it or not, Yanyan's emotions can recover faster than you think."

Gu An Ning didn't believe it: "This is Ji Qing!"

"But now that things have come to this, we can only look forward. Doing something for Jiqing will be far more useful than just expressing my own sadness." Lu Yan said with a firm tone. He believed that Yanyan would definitely think so after she got over her initial sadness.

It's not that I'm heartless, it's just the education I received since childhood.

Gu An Ning was dissatisfied: "Then why did you put down your work and gather here with us?"

"Because I also feel sorry for Yanyan's sadness before she regains her sanity."

Reason is reason, and emotion is emotion.

Yanyan must be very sad...

Shi Ye put the teacup back on the table with a muffled sound, interrupting their little argument: "Let's get back to the topic."

They gathered here to discuss what they could do to make Yanyan feel better.