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

Although Xiang Jiapeng's car accident turned out just right, as a junior, Fu Ziyan should still accompany her aunt to the hospital to visit her uncle who is hospitalized and say a few words of concern, since she happens to be in Macau.

Fu Ziyan tightened the curve of her lips. As soon as she entered the ward, she was met with the grieving faces of Xiang Lu's family of three.

No wonder they're related; they look so alike!

It was not unjust for Xiang Jiawen, the real and fake young master, to be exposed back then.

“Selene is here,” said Mrs. Xiang with a smile. “I heard you were here yesterday morning and was thinking of inviting you over for a meal, but I didn’t expect such a thing to happen at home. I’m really sorry for not being able to entertain you properly.”

"It's nothing to entertain me, you don't need to worry about it." Fu Ziyan said politely, then looked at Xiang Jiapeng with concern, "Uncle, are you feeling unwell?"

The eldest sister sighed deeply: "Everything else is fine, it's just a pity that Yan Chen will have no brothers or sisters to keep him company in the future."

Madam Xiang really didn't want to talk about this embarrassing thing, but even if she didn't, surely there was someone in the circle who wouldn't know? Whether it was the hospital or the Xiang family, they were like sieves. While she was worrying about her son's car accident, the news was already flying everywhere. The fact that it wasn't reported was already a sign that the news had been suppressed.

So she simply decided not to hide it.

Fu Ziyan comforted her, saying, "It's already a blessing to have survived a car accident."

As for Yan Chen no longer being able to have siblings from the same father in the future?

Fu Ziyan and Fu Qifei both expressed their regret: That would be wonderful!

As they were talking, Xiang Kexin and her fiancé walked in hand in hand.

Incidentally, her fiancé was an acquaintance—Xu Tingyang, a notorious playboy in Hong Kong back in the day, now the heir apparent, CEO Xu. Whether there was any affection between the two in their marriage, Fu Ziyan didn't know, but she sensed the gambling king's intention to shift from the gambling industry to more stable consumer goods businesses.

"Uncle and Aunt, is Brother Xiang feeling better?" Putting aside his former playboy air, Xu Tingyang actually has very handsome features, and his gentle voice carries the air of an elegant and composed young nobleman.

After greeting Xiang Lu and his wife, as well as Xiang Jiapeng, she turned to Fu Ziyan with a smile and said, "I didn't expect to run into Selene here."

"I just happened to be in Macau on a business trip, so I came to visit my uncle." Fu Ziyan's gaze inadvertently swept over Xiang Kexin and Xu Tingyang's clothes, and she noticed that they were wearing matching outfits, guessing that the two were probably getting married soon.

As they grew older, their childhood friends gradually entered into marriage, including Xu Tingyang, Xi Qingqing, and Su Tunan.

On the day she returned to Hong Kong from Macau, Fu Ziyan saw several boxes of gemstones delivered to her residence in Victoria Peak by the managers of several mines under her name.

The "colorful stones" are crystal clear and bright, and they are placed in full on the table. Who would want to look away at them at first glance?

At least Xi Qingqing couldn't bear to part with it.

Fu Ziyan carefully selected two brocade boxes from the gems in her hand and sent them to the Xi residence as dowry gifts for Xi Qingqing.

Xi Qingqing was immediately dazzled when she opened it.

This is not an exaggeration, but a reflection of reality; her eyes lit up with a sudden burst of starlight.

Xi Qingqing cried out and hugged her tightly, "Yan Yan, you're so good to me!"

Even if Fu Ziyan owns a mine, these two boxes of top-quality gemstones, diamonds, and jade are still incredibly valuable, not to mention their market price. If a top jewelry designer were to create them, they would definitely be treasured pieces that could be kept as prized possessions.

Xi Qingqing was moved to tears, and Fu Ziyan raised her hand to cover her eyes, trying to stop the drama queen Qingqing from appearing at the root of the matter.

But... the devil is always one step ahead of the saint.

Fu Ziyan tried to stop the eye contact, but couldn't stop Xi Qingqing from chattering away.

"Yan Yan, I'm so honored to have a best friend like you! I'm so lucky..."

"Don't worry, Yan Yan, even if I get married, you'll still be my most beloved sister. Even Su Tu Nan can't compare to you..."

"Oh dear, it's a pity you're not a boy, Yan Yan, otherwise I definitely wouldn't marry Su Tu Nan..."

"..."

Fu Ziyan silently moved the hand that was covering Xi Qingqing's eyes down to her lips.

The earlobes are clean, but the eyes are not.

She met those clear, bright eyes, glistening with tears and filled with emotion.

Fu Ziyan: ...No, sister, your acting skills have evolved to the point where you can cry tears of emotion so easily?

"You're such a shipping magnate's youngest daughter, that's enough. I don't believe your father didn't prepare several sets of top-tier jewelry in your dowry."

Fu Ziyan was trying to change the subject, but unexpectedly Xi Qingqing nodded confidently.

"There really isn't!"

what?

Fu Ziyan was stunned for a moment: "Although they abandoned ship and went ashore, I remember that the Xi family's assets and cash flow were not damaged, right?"

Is Sisson really that stingy?

Isn't Qingqing his most beloved youngest daughter?

Instead of being dejected, Xi Qingqing laughed, hooking his arm around hers and laughing without any regard for his image, just like when they were children. He only stopped laughing when he saw her gaze linger helplessly on him.

“My daddy prepared a dowry list for me, along with a stack of prenuptial agreements and a 1% share transfer agreement for the Xi family business. He asked me whether I wanted to choose the dowry list or sign the documents.” Xi Qingqing smiled, her eyes crinkling. “Yan Yan, I’ve finally become a candidate for heir in his heart.”

The Xi family's daughters who marry out receive generous dowries. In addition to their dowries, they can still receive pocket money from the family fund every month. The total value far exceeds the wedding gifts that the Xi family's sons can receive. The only drawback is that they do not receive Xi's shares.

In terms of value, 1% of Xi's shares is far less valuable than the dowry Xi Sen originally prepared; in fact, Xi Qingqing has acquired more shares in the stock market over the years. But this is a goal that Xi Qingqing has strived for for many years since she set her mind on it.

From then on, she possessed a true right to inherit the Xi family estate.

“Yan Yan, he said he would only give me one chance to choose. Even if I don’t get the inheritance rights, the dowry will no longer be mine.” Xi Qingqing’s eyes were bright. “But I didn’t hesitate.”

Rather than indulging in luxury and extravagance, she would rather fight on the battlefield of succession. Even if she loses, at least she tried.

Fu Ziyan smiled, and among the many blessings and congratulations, she ultimately chose the simplest one—

"Qingqing, congratulations."

I don't congratulate you on your wedding, but only on your success. Congratulations on your long-cherished wish finally being fulfilled openly, congratulations on finally embarking on that thorny yet flower-filled path.

"So, I'm truly poor now. I didn't get a single penny of dowry; all I got was that wedding crown that Daddy had designed and made for me when I just came of age." Xi Qingqing hugged the two brocade boxes on the table, each containing precious gems, as if embracing her more troublesome yet more dazzling future. "Thanks to you~"

Fu Ziyan smiled and stretched out her long arm: "Future young Chairman Xi, please give me your guidance."

"No problem, no problem, hahaha!" Xi Qingqing spread her arms and covered him.

Slender fingers, fair wrists like frost.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, falling squarely on her. Xi Qingqing's pale face, bathed in sunlight, seemed to convey the message, "A bright future awaits you."