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

Fu Ziyan stayed close to her father and left immediately after the luncheon ended.

It wasn't from the heart, but the faint sense of madness emanating from Wilda was truly frightening.

What does "it's okay even if you're married" mean? Is this how you use the lessons learned from the past? Attending a wedding and applying this knowledge in a practical way is quite something.

"I can't afford to offend her," Fu Ziyan thought with a hint of guilt, and gracefully... turned and left.

Wilda noticed, or rather, a small part of his attention was on social engagements, but the majority was on Selene.

Even though she behaved well and spoke with ease when discussing political, economic, and technological issues, Wilda could still tell that Selene was avoiding him, deliberately using a series of social interactions to avoid talking to him.

Wilda watched Selene walk gracefully and slowly away beside her father, a slight smile playing on her lips.

He must have scared Selene with what he just said. It's normal for Selene to need time to process this; it's okay, he can wait. Selene just invited him to a race in Hong Kong, so she'll probably be very surprised when he shows up.

Whether she was surprised or not was still unknown, but Fu Ziyan was somewhat astonished when the butler Fink came to report the next day that "Mr. Westminster sent his assistant to deliver a cake."

For a moment, Fu Ziyan was silent as she stared at the small cake that was almost identical to the dessert at yesterday's luncheon.

She did compliment the desserts yesterday, but... she was just trying to change the subject.

Fu Ziyan felt a mix of confusion, gratitude, guilt, and unease. Ultimately, all these emotions coalesced into one thought: if things get tough, it's best to get out of here. London is a dangerous place, so it's best to retreat first.

However, the appropriate return gift should not be overlooked.

"Fink, take some of the best cherries harvested from the estate yesterday, make them into jam, and send it to Wilda's house." With that, Fu Ziyan retrieved a sheet of paper from her study and began writing with swift, flowing strokes:

Thank you for your concern. The cake was very sweet, and the jam was also quite good.

Selene Fu

Once the ink had dried, Fu Ziyan handed the letter to Fink: "Make it look nice, and put this letter in too."

"Yes, Miss."

As Fu Ziyan ate her cake with a slight frown, Fu Qiyuan strode back from outside. Seeing this, he raised an eyebrow and sat down next to his daughter: "Titi, what's wrong?"

Fu Ziyan looked up at her father and sighed in an aria: "Ah~ Father, I feel guilty. I have let a sincere young man's heart be misplaced."

Fu Qiyuan seemed to smile and asked her, "Titi, do you really think you were wrong?"

"No, relationships are a two-way street. I was right when I was in love, and I was clear and open when we broke up. Of course, I wasn't wrong when I stopped loving you."

Everything is constantly changing; nothing and no one remains unchanged. Change is not a mistake.

"Then why do you feel guilty?"

Fu Ziyan was silent for a moment: "I just sighed. I easily escaped this whirlpool of emotions, but the other party is still trapped in it, somewhat stunned and at a loss."

"At a loss?" Fu Qiyuan repeated with a half-smile, calmly accepting the juice from the maid and handing it to his daughter. "If you're bored, why don't you come to the company and help your father?"

Fu Ziyan: ...

The thought of the piles of documents on her desk and the schedule planned in quarters of an hour instantly dispelled Fu Ziyan's melancholy.

Going to work was out of the question; she had finally gotten her father to relent and offer her a two-week vacation! If she missed this vacation, Fu Ziyan felt she wouldn't be happy for the rest of the month.

Fu Qiyuan: ...It's not that exaggerated.

The young lady left without hesitation. Private jets require booking routes 24 hours in advance. The next day, when Butler Fink and his servants went to Westminster Manor to deliver cherry jam, Fu Ziyan had already boarded the Selene and was flying to Paris, France.

She hasn't been to Paris in ages!

Upon receiving the news, the butler who remained at the Champs-Élysées apartment, along with the chef and servants, greeted her at the door: "Miss, welcome back."

This apartment was a gift from her father for her thirteenth birthday. Of course, the apartment is not as spacious as a villa, and it doesn't have a garden, swimming pool, or sports field. But fortunately, Fu Ziyan doesn't live here often. She only stays here when she comes to Paris every year to attend fashion shows and shop. It's enough for her to live here by herself.

Because they don't live here often, the service team is small, consisting of only a housekeeper, a French chef, and two maids who manage the apartment.

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded, looking at the butler at the head of the table: "Lia, look at your recent achievements."

Because Fu Ziyan doesn't live in Paris much, she doesn't have many social interactions that require a housekeeper to maintain. Therefore, the housekeeper's job at the Champs-Élysées apartment is mostly to select and purchase high-quality clothing designs and fashion items for Fu Ziyan in Europe.

Yes, we bought out the design drafts.

Paris has many design schools, and even students who haven't graduated yet often produce quite inspired designs.

Although the young lady doesn't care much, who doesn't like something unique? Lia serves the young lady, so naturally she has to do her best. Anyway, the funds are plentiful, and the buyout price for these students' works isn't high.

Not only her, but members of the young lady's personal styling team frequently travel to Paris, the "fashion capital," to adjust and oversee the customization of gowns in real time according to her current or future needs, and to conduct the first round of selection for the next season's new styles from all qualified brands...

After the design is purchased, a dedicated tailor will use the best materials and fabrics to make the actual product according to Fu Ziyan's body size.

"Yes, Miss, this way please." Liya followed half a step behind Fu Ziyan, heading towards the large walk-in closet on the second floor. Only five design drafts had caught Liya's eye during this period, and she turned to take out these five outfits.

The combination of metal chains and tweed skirt suits, the fusion of layered beaded chains and vintage elements, V-neck cropped tops...

Fu Ziyan glanced at them and praised them without reservation: "Lia has such good taste. These outfits are luxurious but not dull, and have a very unique sense of fashion."

"I'm glad you like it, Miss."

After looking at the clothes her family had prepared for the next season, Fu Ziyan, along with Liya and her assistants and bodyguards, went shopping.

Although she has a dedicated purchasing team to help her buy things, Fu Ziyan occasionally wants to experience the joy of shopping herself.

To avoid making duplicate purchases, Fu Ziyan specifically brought Liya along. Liya was in charge of custom-made purchases for European brands, and she had handled most of the clothing that would soon be added to Fu Ziyan's wardrobe.

This wasn't the first time Lia had accompanied the young lady shopping. She knew from experience that the young lady wouldn't shop at every brand she entered, but every shop she passed by would have a salesperson greet her with a warm smile.

When the God of Wealth arrives, who will have a long face?

After shopping and enjoying delicious food, Fu Ziyan stayed in Paris for two nights and flew to Germany on the morning of the third day.

She's going to visit the winery in which she owns a stake, and personally pick out a few bottles of fine wine to give to her father.

Having finally learned of Fu Ziyan's whereabouts, Wilda flew to Paris hoping to reconnect with Selene, only to be disappointed to find her gone.

What virtuous woman fears a persistent suitor?

If I can't find the person, who can I bother with?