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

The sky is clear and the wind is gentle and gentle.

It was a good day specially calculated by the Feng Shui master, suitable for Jiqing to move into the new home.

In fact, these two days were both good days, but Fu Ziyan didn't put it off any longer. It was better to do it now than to wait for a day. Jiqing's body had been kept in the liquid nitrogen tank for a month, which was already very difficult.

Fu Ziyan was wearing a black dress and no makeup, and she got into the car with a calm expression.

"Go to Hong Kong University."

She wants to take Jiqing back personally.

the last time!

The driver said respectfully, "Yes."

Miss Fu came in person and the laboratory director came out to greet her personally.

This woman is Mr. Fu’s only daughter. As soon as she came of age, she became the richest woman in Hong Kong. Who would dare to neglect her?

Not to mention that the Fu Group has many scientific research investment projects at Hong Kong University and has funded scientific research scholarships. Even every year, many graduates go to work for the Fu Group or companies owned by the Fu family.

Knowing Miss Fu's purpose, he made a few simple polite remarks. The person in charge of storing the liquid nitrogen tank carefully brought the liquid nitrogen tank himself. Mu Mu took it, opened it, and handed it to Fu Ziyan.

The bodyguard brought the exquisite wooden box that had been prepared in advance and placed it in front of Fu Ziyan's right side.

Although her body was cold, the liquid nitrogen did maintain Jiqing's demeanor in the best possible way.

Fu Ziyan buried it personally.

The kitten with its eyes closed had neat fur and lay obediently in the wooden box.

She leaned over and lowered her eyes, not saying a word or crying, and stared for a long time, as if she wanted to carve Jiqing's appearance into her heart, then she closed the lid for Jiqing with a smile.

Ji Qingqing, goodbye, I wish you all the best in the other world.

"Ms. Fu, please accept my condolences." The laboratory director expressed his condolences in a solemn voice.

God knows, he never thought that one day he would have to express his condolences to others because of the death of a kitten, emm... and this person is one of the big sponsors of the laboratory/school.

Simply incredible!

Fu Ziyan stood up and nodded, calmly and gracefully: "Thank you very much for this time, laboratory. If you need any help, you can contact my assistant."

Laboratory Director: !!!

He actually made a promise.

How valuable is this promise from the Fu family's daughter, Hong Kong's richest woman? If the lab were ever faced with a funding crisis, this promise would easily solve the problem. Those who haven't done scientific research have no idea how frustrating it is to be choked by funding.

"Thank you, Miss Fu." The director was very excited. Fu Ziyan nodded politely and took Jiqing into the car.

The convoy left Hong Kong University, passed by tall buildings and bustling streets, and headed towards a remote area.

Mu Mu sat next to the eldest lady and reported in a low voice the situation at Jiqing's cemetery.

One month was barely enough to finalize the land approval, but the Fu family had a construction team with extensive experience. From the moment they received the land deed, the team began to pile and build the tomb in the location that the Feng Shui master had already selected.

The mausoleum sounds like a massive undertaking, but once the word "cat" is added to the mix, the workload plummets. From the time the land deed was acquired to the present day, the experienced construction team completed the project in just three and a half days.

Small but complete.

In addition to the mausoleum room reserved for Jiqing's permanent residence, it also houses a toy house, a small restaurant, a toilet, and the cat parkour building that the eldest lady had customized for Jiqing.

Fu Ziyan lowered her eyes and curled her lips: "Jiqing will definitely like it."

In fact, she didn't really believe that there was an underworld in the world, but she still tried to superstitiously hope that if the burial objects could really materialize in the underworld, then Jiqing would also have the daily necessities and toys that she was familiar with.

Mu Mu smiled and nodded: "We are well prepared. It will definitely not be lonely. In the cat world, it will be the happiest kitten."

These words were meant to comfort the young lady, but they were also quite serious.

Mu Mu felt that in the cat world, Ji Qing's tomb was definitely one of the best. After all, except for their eldest daughter, she had never heard of any wealthy nobles building a tomb for their pets. At most, they would find a wooden box to bury the pet.

But there will be one later!

With the precedent of Miss cherishing Jiqing, once the Jiqing Foundation is running smoothly, those who also love pets, those who want to get close to Miss, and those who want to leave Miss with a pet-loving personality will follow suit...

While Mu Mu was lost in thought, the convoy arrived at the pet cemetery.

Just as the car stopped, the driver in the front seat suddenly said, "Miss, this is Miss Xi's car."

Fu Ziyan looked up at the car window and saw Xi Qingqing's black Mercedes-Benz.

Xi Qingqing pushed open the car door and walked towards her with a faint smile, her clothes rustling in the autumn breeze.

"Qingqing?" Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Why are you here?"

Although she spent a huge amount of money to buy land and establish a foundation through the fast track, anyone who paid attention to her movements could see that Miss Fu loved her deceased pet to an astonishing degree.

But in fact, Fu Ziyan held Jiqing's funeral very low-key and did not invite anyone.

She had no intention of turning Jiqing's funeral into a social occasion to maintain their relationship.

Xi Qingqing was dressed simply, with a slight curve at the corner of her lips: "As Jiqing's aunt, how could I not come?"

Fu Ziyan, who calls herself "Sister" and was caught off guard by the downgrade, was speechless: "Don't take advantage of me. I can hear your abacus beads in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Xi Qingqing was about to say something when the roar of a motorcycle stopped him, and they both turned around at the same time.

A young man in a black leather jacket crouched close to the black-gold motorcycle, his bright eyes gleaming beneath his helmet. The moment he met their gaze, a smile rose in his eyes, and he applied the brakes, stopping right beside them. His movements were smooth and effortless.

"Su Tunan?"

Su Tunan raised his hand to take off his helmet. Qingyue smiled and said, "As Jiqing's official painter, I should have a place in his new home, right?"

As he was speaking, two more cars drove up from the distance, one in front and one behind, and slowly stopped. Lu Yan and Gu An Ning got out.

Fu Ziyan blinked, pursed her lips and chuckled: "You are here too, did you agree on this in advance?"

Gu An Ning curled her lips: "There is still one person missing."

"Where's Tokino?"

"Ah, this busy man is late!"