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

The bodyguard went out and came back, saying respectfully, "Miss, it was a young man who fainted for some reason and has now regained consciousness."

Judging from the situation, it was probably the pain feedback from falling to the ground after fainting that stimulated the person to regain consciousness.

Fu Ziyan nodded. The bodyguard didn't say anything else, except that there was no one around and they just happened to run into each other. "Since we've met him, please get him in the car. Comrade Xiao Zhao, is there a hospital nearby? Let's take him there first."

The driver, Xiao Zhao, was extremely nervous. When Miss Fu asked, he immediately responded, "There's only a clinic nearby. The hospital is in the county town, which is in a different direction from where you're going."

They had already passed Shiqiao Commune, and if they went a little further they would get off the car and board a boat to travel by water.

Thinking of the medical level that the health center might provide, Fu Ziyan didn't hesitate: "Let him get in the car, we'll go to the county hospital."

The bodyguard got out of the car and helped a pale young man into the car.

The car door opened, and Song Xianqing noticed through the assistant sitting in the middle that the lady leaning on the back seat on the other side, with a graceful and dignified demeanor and a casual look, moved the thumb hanging by her side.

After taking his seat, he tilted his head slightly, pretending to casually reveal his profile from the most advantageous angle, and spoke politely with his lips pursed, but his voice was weak, typical of someone who had just woken up from a coma.

"Thank you comrades for saving me," Song Xianqing paused, his tone softening a bit, his brows and eyes stubborn, "I think I just have a little hypoglycemia, it will be fine after a while, there's no need to send me to the hospital, don't delay your important work."

"Since you are sick, let's go see him." Fu Ziyan didn't even look at the person who got in the car. Her tone was gentle and distant. Only when her eyes touched his arm which was gradually oozing blood, did she call him assistant out of humanitarianism.

Mu Mu understood, took out a handkerchief from her handbag and handed it to Song Xianqing, "Comrade, you should bandage it."

Song Xianqing glanced at the handkerchief, which was shiny and looked like high-grade silk. He waved his hand and shook his head, "No, no, no, I've already wasted my comrades' time. How can I use your handkerchief again? This little bit of blood will dry up in a while."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and moved his wounded arm to his leg, as if he was afraid that the blood would seep out and dirty the car.

From Fu Ziyan's perspective, that pale and weak face was completely exposed in front of her with the movement.

It was a very beautiful face with delicate features, but the most striking thing was her snow-white complexion.

Guangdong Province and Hong Kong experience the same scorching sun and high temperatures, making it difficult to maintain a fair complexion unless you use sunscreen. This isn't a stereotype, as mainland skincare products are scarce and expensive, and in recent years, people have struggled mightily, with luxury considered shameful. Maintaining such a complexion is truly remarkable.

It is even more rare that such a person would faint in front of her car.

She didn't believe in coincidence or fate.

Fu Ziyan's eyes flashed with interest, out of mischievous taste. She was curious about what else this frail handsome man would do and what his purpose was.

She's been busy inspecting factory sites these past couple of days, and without the two kids around to keep her entertained, it's been pretty boring. And then, by chance, a new toy arrived...

On the white arm with faintly visible blue veins, small red blood beads keep popping up, revealing the beauty of fragile porcelain.

"Mu Mu, help him bandage and stop the bleeding."

The corners of Mu Mu's lips moved slightly. Although the eldest lady's expression did not change, she had been with the eldest lady for a long time, so how could she not guess what the eldest lady meant?

It's obvious that the young lady has nothing to do and wants to play again!

"I..." Song Xianqing raised his eyes and glanced at the young lady sitting by the window on the other side. She was still smiling gently, graceful and elegant, with no trace of emotion. He was unsure and could only weakly respond, "Thank you, comrade."

As a bodyguard-turned-personal assistant, Mu Mu knew bandaging as a basic skill. She even had sterilized iodine alcohol gauze in her tool kit. However, the eldest lady didn't mention it, so she just used a handkerchief to help wrap it and tie a knot.

Song Xianqing just stretched out his hand, and in a few seconds, the plain and smooth handkerchief was tied into a knot at the wound on his arm. His hand speed was so fast that he was amazed in his heart.

Silence returned to the car.

Song Xianqing's heart was beating fast. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke again, half-lowering his head, his voice submissive: "The bleeding has stopped. Please, comrade driver, stop the car and don't delay your business."

Retreat to advance?

Fu Ziyan's brows relaxed, and she smiled and asked softly, "Do you want to get off?"

"sure?"

Song Xianqing paused for a moment, then started brainstorming.

Should he just agree to it and leave the impression of being sensible and well-behaved to this young lady from Hong Kong businessman, or should he seize this rare opportunity and change his words to stay and increase contact?

If I leave as he said, I don’t know if I will have another chance next time!

But if I don’t get off the bus, wouldn’t my purpose be too obvious?

Fu Ziyan happily admired the man's stunned expression for a while before she glanced at Mu Mu.

Mu Mu:......

Mu Mu, who understood the young lady's intention, politely offered a way out: "Comrade, it's better to go to the hospital to avoid fainting again."

Song Xianqing breathed a sigh of relief and nodded obediently. His pale and frail skin looked even more delicate and almost transparent under the sunlight slanting into the car, and the tiny hairs on his face trembled slightly with his breathing.

He didn't dare to play the game of retreat again. If the young lady really agreed casually, he would cry!

"This comrade is right. I have the audacity to delay your trip." Song Xianqing's ears suddenly turned red and warm, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. "I'm sorry~"

The ending tone rose slightly, and it was clearly a polite apology, but his clear voice sounded like a spoiled child.

Driver Xiao Zhao was shocked in his heart: What kind of good family could raise a man like this? He's simply a vixen!

It's really embarrassing for their male compatriots!

But...this young lady from Hong Kong won't really fall for this, right?

If this is true, he must report it to his superiors immediately.

Fu Ziyan's expression was calm.

She just hummed nonchalantly and looked away, as if she didn't intend to pay any more attention to him.

Song Xianqing's heart grew heavier.

Although this young lady had a gentle demeanor, it was obvious that it was due to her upbringing. He could see clearly that she didn't even look at him twice.

Although he had expected that this young lady came from a wealthy family and would not be someone that ordinary people could impress, but when he felt that this young lady acted as if he didn't care about him at all, he gradually felt his heart break.

You have to know that these side facial movements and even the voice were all carefully studied in front of the mirror and practiced no less than a hundred and eighty times!

He knew from a young age that he had outstanding facial features. Not to mention the surrounding area, at least in the entire Panyu County, there was absolutely no man with better facial features or more outstanding skin than him.

With his looks, can't he get more attention?

Song Xianqing encouraged himself, saying that where there is a will, there is a way.

He introduced himself again: "My name is Song Xianqing, I live in Zhongcun Commune. I was originally going to the county seat today, but I didn't expect to faint on the way. I... although I'm not very capable, but if you comrades need my help in anything, I will do my best to help you."

Song Xianqing frowned, his eyes were firm and serious, and the contrast with his pale and sickly face gave him a unique flavor.

Although Fu Ziyan is used to seeing beauties, it does not prevent her from appreciating every unique beauty.

This is the broken porcelain beauty she has never met in Hong Kong, Europe and the United States.

It's really fun~