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

"You mean Mrs. Wei from the Xi family is offering a hefty sum to solicit authors to write love stories for newspapers and magazines?"

Fu Ziyan's relaxed brows furrowed slightly. Putting everything else aside, Xi Weiruzhen's way of guiding public opinion was indeed quite good.

Even though the "one husband, one wife" rule was officially established a few years ago, due to Hong Kong's historical reasons, it is now common for wealthy families to have second or third wives. People are very accepting of wealthy families taking concubines, and many even think that it is a good thing for their daughters to become concubines for wealthy families.

In this context, Xi Weiruzhen allowed romance novels to proliferate, vigorously promoting "love," and further explained that Xi Qingzhou made a mistake because of love.

The same thing can elicit different opinions from different people.

Given his status as a wealthy young master and the heir apparent of the Xi family, there will definitely be a number of citizens who understand Xi Qingzhou's "cheating because of love".

Mu Mu nodded: "Yes, Xinmeng Newspaper also received several high-quality and touching love stories for serialization. Editor-in-Chief Zhang called to ask for your opinion."

The Xi family's aggressive approach to soliciting manuscripts was noticeable to all writers, so naturally some submitted similar pieces to the Xinmeng Daily to test the waters. The Xinmeng Daily had a wealth of publications and could avoid competition from Xi Tai's side. Even if their work was rejected, they could simply submit it to the Xi family again.

"Since the story is well-written, then we'll accept it for publication." Fu Ziyan's tone was calm, showing no intention of letting the Xinmeng Newspaper's daily operations be affected by the breakdown of the marriage between the He and Xi families. She paused and added, "Not just love stories, but other themes as well. It's too boring to be the same all the time; a hundred flowers blooming is spring."

Mu Mu understood Fu Ziyan's meaning and hesitated before asking, "What about Miss He?"

They had expected Xi Qingzhou to go to great lengths to salvage her image. After all, the Xi family couldn't allow her image to be damaged. They could use a love story to beautify it, but in this story, they couldn't turn the originally innocent wife from a victim into a "villain" who was preventing the lovers from being together.

Fu Ziyan half-closed her eyes and said casually, "Why can't a woman who can decisively divorce her husband after he cheats be a role model for women in failed marriages?"

Mu Mu's eyes lit up, and she smiled: "You're right. I'm sure the stories of independent, clear-headed, and strong women will also be loved by the citizens."

They talked about recent events in Hong Kong along the way, and the convoy soon arrived at the office building.

Fu Ziyan hadn't been to work for over half a month, and quite a few executives wanted to see her. She reviewed and processed some documents, and met with several vice presidents and directors. Before she knew it, it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Mu knocked on the door and came in to announce that lunch was ready.

After a moment's thought, Fu Ziyan got up, went out, and headed towards the hospital.

Her boyfriend was injured and hospitalized, and out of humanitarian concern, Fu Ziyan came to the hospital to have a meal with him.

Of course, what was laid out before the wounded Ming was a light meal, while what was laid out before Miss Fu was a feast. Ming Qiao looked at the delicacies in front of Fu Ziyan and couldn't help but swallow involuntarily.

The young lady, resting her chin on her hand, grinned mischievously: "Eat up, don't you like it?"

Mingqiao gave a helpless smile.

“Selene came all the way to have dinner with me, how could I not like it?”

"Oh~"

Looking at the smiling girl sitting opposite him, Mingqiao felt the awkwardness of not seeing her for half a month gradually fading away, and the stone in his heart finally felt less heavy.

Unfortunately, we only chatted for a short while before there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Mu Mu entered the room and said, "Miss, you scheduled a meeting for 2:15. It's almost time."

Fu Ziyan stood up, smiled and said goodbye to Ming Qiao. As she turned to leave, her steps were as composed as ever.

Mingqiao concealed the loneliness in his eyes, watched Fu Ziyan walk out of the ward, and saw her shadow move across the floor, quickly disappearing around the corner.

The clouds outside the window moved slowly, and the wind rustled the leaves on the treetops.

As Fu Ziyan got into the car, she noticed a familiar license plate out of the corner of her eye. She didn't stop walking, but her lips moved slightly as she instructed Mu Mu to check it out.

The senior executives who were supposed to meet in the office came and went. When Mu Mu knocked on the door again and came in, Fu Ziyan was writing on the application report for the construction of staff dormitory buildings for the Panyu Textile Processing Plant, which was handed over by Liu Hui.

"Young Miss, Mrs. He from Young Master Mu's family is pregnant."

Is He Simian pregnant?

I heard before that she has been moving towards a career path, and the company she founded is in the prime of its career. I didn't expect her to be pregnant now. It seems that the second wife is in a good mood lately.

Fu Ziyan nodded, not taking the matter to heart. Unexpectedly, when she went to visit her grandfather in Shek O two days later, she learned that He Simian and Fu Zimu were having marital problems and had argued, to the point that He Simian had moved out of the master bedroom and the couple were sleeping in separate rooms.

Upon hearing the news, her goodwill towards Fu Zimu, which had just been restored due to the collaboration between Yuanxi Hotel and Muge Furniture, plummeted once again.

Arguing with a pregnant woman is really tasteless!

Knowing that this matter had reached Shek O, perhaps fearing that Fu Mingzhang would dislike her eldest grandson Fu Zimou even more because of this incident, and that the matter of cutting off resources and the family fund would happen again, the second concubine rushed over with her beloved great-grandson Fu Yanzhang, trying to win back her grandfather's affection with her great-grandson's innocent words.

"Ziyan is here too. I just made some pear syrup candy and brought it with me. Ziyan, try it and see if you like it."

Second wife Zhou Mengxiang smiled gently and kindly at Fu Ziyan. Having lived a life of luxury for many years, even as she aged, she still appeared to be a gentle and kind noblewoman.

Her ability to assess situations was exceptional. The little schemes she had made many years ago completely vanished after Fu Ziyan's position as the eldest daughter of the main branch became increasingly secure. After that, whether they met or mentioned each other in front of outsiders, she always flattered her and spoke to her with a deliberate intimacy, but always maintained a distance that would not annoy Fu Ziyan.

Fu Ziyan smiled faintly: "Thank you."

The second concubine smiled and looked down at Fu Yanzhang, "Xiao Yan, didn't you say that your aunt is beautiful and that you like your aunt? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Fu Yanzhang is only six years old. He is in a stage where he is somewhat sensible but not very mature. He has just experienced his parents arguing and separating into different rooms. He is upset but tries his best to restrain himself and not show it. At this moment, all he can think about is not letting his parents get divorced. He has no mood to act spoiled in front of his elders.

He looked up and gave an excuse that he thought was pretty good: "I... I didn't wake up properly from my nap, I'm still a little sleepy."

Fu Ziyan might not be able to tell if a child is genuinely sleepy or not, but Fu Yanzhang's tense lips and low-pressure aura definitely indicate that he has something on his mind, which Fu Ziyan thinks is most likely related to his parents.

Adult matters are none of the children's business, and there's no intention to make things difficult for the children. Fu Ziyan smiled and said, "Xiao Yan, if you're sleepy, go upstairs and sleep for a while. Can you go upstairs with the maid?"

"Thank you, Auntie, but I'll feel better if I just sit down and drink some water." Fu Yanzhang's lips tightened even more, and he shook his head in refusal.

But he was thinking, what if his great-grandmother and great-grandfather said they wanted his parents to divorce if he went upstairs to sleep?

No, we can't leave here!

Knowing that her great-grandson was not in good condition, the second aunt did not force him. She changed the plan at the last minute and talked about Fu Zimu: "Xiao Yan may have been frightened by his parents' situation and did not sleep well. Amu is the same. Even though he is a father, he is not steady. The two of them are very affectionate one moment and fighting the next. They frightened our Xiao Yan. I will talk to Amu and his wife when I get back."

Fu Mingzhang glanced at the second concubine and said calmly, "A woman in her thirties should be more mature by now."

"You're right. I think we should still punish Amu by making him copy the family rules so he'll learn to be more responsible. The same goes for Xiao He..."

"Is that so?" Fu Mingzhang slammed his cup down, the bottom hitting the table with a dull thud. "Wasn't it said his wife was pregnant? How could he be so lacking in manners and responsibility towards his pregnant wife?"

The second concubine tried her best to protect Fu Zimu, intending to downplay the matter as "it's inevitable for couples to have minor quarrels when their relationship is too good," but Xiao Yanzhang was unaware of this.

He quietly lowered his head and drank his juice, the more he listened to his elders speak, the deeper the fear in his eyes became.

Hesitating again and again, Xiao Yanzhang looked up.

"It's not Mom's fault, it's me. It's because I didn't want a younger brother that Mom and Dad argued!"

Fu Mingzhang paused.

The second concubine lowered her head and looked at her great-grandson, who was sitting obediently beside her.

Fu Ziyan's gaze also shifted to Xiao Yanzhang's face.

Fu Mingzhang's voice was kind, but his gaze held a sternness that frightened Xiao Yanzhang: "Xiao Yan, don't you want a younger brother?"

“Me,” Xiao Yanzhang gripped the cup tightly, “Yes, it’s me.”

The child's expression was unusual; which of the three people present wouldn't notice?

So... Fu Zimu and his wife were arguing because someone didn't want the child.

If it's not Xiao Yanzhang, then who is it?

Everyone already knew the answer—He Simian.