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

The rainy season arrives in Hong Kong in early May.

The streets in the rain are like a wet oil painting, vibrant and vibrant with vibrant colors. A housewife, carrying groceries, disembarks from a bus, pauses at the platform, and crosses the street with an umbrella. A man without an umbrella hurried by, his briefcase balancing on his head. A young girl, fresh from school, twirls the handle of her umbrella, the spray dancing in the air...

In the black Rolls-Royce on the street corner, Fu Ziyan leisurely admired the bustling scene of the city in the rain through the car window covered with raindrops.

After passing through the streets and lanes and the busy underwater tunnel, the convoy stopped at the magnificent Peninsula Hotel.

The doorman came out with a large black umbrella and a polite smile. The car door opened and Fu Ziyan got out surrounded by bodyguards.

The rain never stops, but she is spotless.

As an experienced doorman, he recognized the identity of this person at a glance: "Ms. Fu, welcome."

The manager appeared soon and personally escorted Miss Fu into the afternoon tea room.

Coincidentally, manager Fu Ziyan still remembered her from July, when she first arrived in Hong Kong. Fast forward a few years, and she'd risen through the ranks from a humble housekeeper to her current position as Deputy Director of Food and Beverage.

The Deputy Director of Food and Beverage was already considered a senior executive at the Peninsula Hotel, and July was only in her early forties.

July, who was very sensible when she was young, has become even more so after all these years of hardship.

Fu Ziyan knew the Peninsula Hotel manager had come to greet her, hoping to win her favor, and July was no exception. But aside from a few polite words at first, she remained silent throughout the journey, only occasionally calling out to remind them when they turned a corner.

Only try to win favor through actions rather than words.

Fu Ziyan's expression remained unchanged, but she felt many emotions in her heart.

She once thought about poaching July, but she didn't take her away because of a change of mind. However, July relied on her hard work and meticulousness to become the deputy director step by step, and her future is promising.

"Miss Fu, enjoy your meal." July had a friendly and polite smile on her face, as if Fu Ziyan recognized her. In fact, July had always known that she had served this young lady before, and even her promotion was partly due to this young lady - she had served Miss Fu several times and made Miss Fu satisfied.

As the heir to the Peninsula Hotel's shareholders, Ms. Fu's satisfaction with her would naturally be a factor in promoting her promotion.

Compared with other managers, July actually found it easier to get closer to Miss Fu and win her favor. After all, when Miss Fu was young and had not yet returned to the Fu family, she had worked as Miss Fu's room manager. This alone was special enough.

However, July never used this to build closer ties. It wasn't that she was aloof, but she felt that goodwill had to be accumulated gradually to be effective. Having past events as a foundation for building goodwill could double it, but exposing past events wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Years of experience have taught her that a superior can ask you to look back on the past, but if you bring it up on your own initiative, it will seem like you are trying to curry favor with them, which is not only unpleasant, but if you meet a more sensitive superior, he or she may even be disgusted by this hypocrisy and deliberateness.

Working at the hotel, she had many opportunities to meet important people, and she gradually got to know Miss Fu better. Besides being a gentle, bright, and kind young lady, the businesses she controlled were also expanding rapidly, and those in Hong Kong who possessed such wealth were all powerful figures.

So, even though Miss Fu is charitable and has often held parties with friends in hotels since her youth...she doesn't dare to try it.

She couldn't easily test the powerful and wealthy man, so accumulating his favor bit by bit was her best option.

Fu Ziyan could probably guess at July's thoughts. She was surrounded by people who flattered her, and many, like July, gradually built up their affection. But July was, after all, the first housekeeper she'd met since arriving in Hong Kong. She knew how to act and act with such tact, and had even risen through the ranks to become the hotel's deputy director through her hard work. Naturally, Fu Ziyan developed an admiration for her.

I am also looking forward to July's future.

Miss Fu is very straightforward in expressing her satisfaction with others.

She tilted her head and gave Mu Mu a look, and Mu Mu understood and handed over a small stack of banknotes.

July smiled and thanked him and took it.

Tipping culture is prevalent in Hong Kong, and this young lady is known for her generosity. But July was even happier because Miss Fu's favorability towards her had increased.

Fu Ziyan nodded and walked into the room.

Gu Wuyou was sitting in the teahouse, leaning against the window watching the rain.

The windows of the Peninsula Hotel have good sound insulation. Although you can't hear the clear and rhythmic sound of rain, you can imagine "big and small pearls falling on a jade plate" through the movement of raindrops falling on the glass.

Gu Wuyou was admiring the fine and dense raindrops when she suddenly heard the sound of a door being pushed open and footsteps. The moment she looked up, she curled the corners of her lips and stood up to greet him: "Miss Fu, good afternoon."

Fu Ziyan looked at her with a smile.

She was wearing a light green cheongsam, with her hair tied up with a emerald hairpin. She had a gentle smile on her face, and raindrops were falling on the glass window behind her.

What a bookish girl.

It is true that the handwriting reflects the writer.

Compared to the shooting club where they first met, Fu Ziyan felt that Gu Wuyou was much more relaxed.

"Miss Gu, sorry for the wait."

Gu Wuyou's invitation to afternoon tea wasn't an English-style black tea, but a genuine Chinese tea. The tea table was set with a complete set of tea utensils and a few plates of snacks.

There is a screen embroidered with mountains and rivers on one side of the tea table, and in front of the screen is an incense burner that slowly emits fragrant air.

The two sat opposite each other, and Fu Ziyan smiled: "This must have been specially decorated by Miss Gu." It can be seen that this room intentionally separates the European-style architecture with a screen. At least sitting on the side of the tea table by the window, it looks a bit like ancient Chinese charm.

Although the Peninsula Hotel can also decorate the room according to the guests' requirements, Fu Ziyan felt that this room was decorated by Gu Wuyou himself.

For this afternoon tea.

"Excuse me for making you laugh, Miss Fu. I think Miss Fu is used to having English afternoon tea, so I specially arranged it a little differently this time." Gu Wuyou curved his lips and smiled gently. "Actually, a teahouse would be more appropriate, but since this is our first time entertaining Miss Fu, it's more appropriate to host it at the Peninsula Hotel."

"It's a very special arrangement. I think it will be hard for me to forget it."

Gu Wuyou pursed his lips and chuckled, his smile concealing his teeth. "I heard that Miss Fu has a Suzhou-style garden, built entirely in imitation of Suzhou architecture, with pavilions, towers, water lilies, birds, and trees. The scenery changes with every step, and it's breathtakingly beautiful. In comparison, I'm the one showing off."

The Su-style garden she mentioned was a 50th birthday gift from Fu Ziyan to her father. It was only revealed five years ago after it was given to her father. It immediately became a model for the second generation of wealthy families to be educated. Words such as "Miss Fu spent a huge amount of money and carefully prepared for two years to give Mr. Fu a birthday gift. Look at you..." spread rapidly.

Although the educational rhetoric was widely circulated in the wealthy circle, not many people could actually enter the courtyard for a visit. Only a few uncles with whom my father had a good relationship had entered with some younger generations.

Dad doesn't say it, but he really likes it~

My grandfather likes it very much too, and sometimes he and my father live there to escape the summer heat.

However, in Hong Kong's summer, relying solely on water and trees to escape the heat is actually useless. Air conditioning is the most effective.

Memories flashed through her mind, and Fu Ziyan continued the conversation with Gu Wuyou. Watching her skillfully and gracefully warm the cup and pour tea, the two smiled at each other and talked about their past tea tasting experiences.

White smoke curled up from the incense burner, and the two people sitting opposite each other sipped tea with lowered brows and faint smiles.

The room was warm and peaceful, and it didn't seem like they were just meeting for the first time.