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

In the banquet hall, where the gentle strains of symphonic music filled the air, guests were dressed in elegant attire, chatting and laughing, or clinking glasses.

The newlyweds changed into their toasting outfits and went out to offer their toasts.

"Xiao Su and Qing Qing are adults now that they're married, so you must take good care of your wife and manage your little family well."

"Qingqing is a girl, and she's been pampered since she was little. Xiao Su should be more accommodating to her in the future."

The elders' words were all pretty much the same: either wedding blessings or polite remarks from the bride's elders to support Qingqing and instruct their son-in-law.

Xi Qingqing smiled gently and elegantly, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Su Tunan smiled and agreed, his mind filled with thoughts like, "Who's giving in to whom? It's already good enough that Queen Qingqing isn't bullying him."

Fu Ziyan and Gu Anning didn't stay by Xi Qingqing's side the whole time, but they did help her deal with the guests at each table. They had their own division of labor: they enjoyed joking around with their friends of similar age, Gu Anning led the small talk with the wives of wealthy families, and Fu Ziyan took the lead when they met business associates.

The wedding procession was a joyous occasion, and no one would speak ill of the Su and Xi families at their wedding. However, when they reached the table where Xi Qingqing's cousin Qin Qianru was sitting, Gu Anning couldn't help but pause for a moment and nudged Fu Ziyan with her elbow.

Fu Ziyan had just finished a discussion about the hotel industry and the global economy, and her mind wasn't fully back when Gu Anning nudged her, and she noticed Qin Qianru.

It's not that Qin Qianru dressed in any particularly unconventional way.

She wore a lemon-colored evening gown and had a well-behaved makeup look; by all accounts, she looked like a typical socialite, but her gaze kept drifting towards Xi Qingyang.

Xi Qingyang probably noticed the gaze too, and completely changed her sitting posture, pretending that she hadn't noticed anything.

Fu Ziyan felt that the world was truly full of wonders.

She remembered Qingqing telling her that Qin Qianru had a one-sided crush on Xi Qingyang, but didn't she say that she was heartbroken back then after learning the truth about the "hero saving the beauty" incident?

But Qin Qianru's expression clearly showed that she hadn't forgotten this unrequited love, even though time had passed.

After all these years, I still remember it!

Although Xi Qingyang was decent-looking, Qin Qianru, as an only child with ample pocket money, could easily meet handsome men. This youthful infatuation stemming from a misunderstanding not only didn't fizzle out, but instead lingered in her heart for years?

Fu Ziyan felt that she might really not be able to understand the thoughts of some young girls.

She could respect that, as long as it didn't cause trouble at Qingqing's wedding. A glance at Qin Qianru's glass revealed orange juice instead of red wine, which slightly reassured her, but she still specifically instructed her assistant to keep an eye on that table after leaving.

Drinking can lead to trouble, especially since this girl had a criminal record—she rushed into the private room and took off her clothes after drinking to embolden herself.

The word "ruthless" doesn't even begin to describe her; Fu Ziyan felt that she couldn't afford to be careless.

Her best friend only has one wedding like this. Although Su Tunan is sometimes a bit cheeky and sharp-tongued, she has been a close friend for so many years. She absolutely cannot let her little cousin, who is not very clear-headed, ruin it.

The wedding banquet hall had a hundred tables. Xi Qingqing and Su Tunan held hands and toasted everyone, their smiles dry, their minds filled with wishes for a happy marriage and many children. They had just gone to the dressing room to rest for a while when they were shocked by the news that Fu Ziyan and Gu Anning had told them.

"Qin Qianru hasn't given up yet?!"

Good heavens, does her cousin really have to keep fixating on one person?

Fu Ziyan patted her daughter's hand, and waited for her wide eyes to return to normal before reassuring her, "It's okay, I'll have someone keep an eye on her, at least to make sure she doesn't drink tonight."

Xi Qingqing couldn't calm down.

People can act crazy when they're drunk, but does that mean they won't act crazy if they don't drink?

Although many years have passed, she still remembers the mess she made when she had to clean up her cousin's mess. She really didn't want to go through that again, so she immediately opened the door and whispered instructions to her assistant.

Gu Anning asked curiously, "What do you plan to do?"

Xi Qingqing scoffed, "What else can we do? Let her parents keep an eye on their daughter. I'm just her cousin, not her guardian."

Fu Ziyan poured Xi Qingqing a glass of water, saying, "Calm down, you're newlyweds."

Fortunately, under the watchful eyes of Qin's uncle and aunt, Qin Qianru did not cause any trouble that night, and Xi Qingqing's wedding went smoothly.

It went incredibly smoothly.

When I met with my friends on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I shared the good news with them: "Susu and I are going to be parents."

Fu Ziyan, Gu Anning, and Lu Yan: !!!

"So fast!"

"Congratulations~"

Gu Anning was shrewd this time; instead of congratulating her, she said, "I'll reserve the godmother position first!"

Fu Ziyan, having failed to grab any, angrily moved all the cookies in front of Gu Anning over, leaving none behind.

Gu Anning smiled smugly, it was rare for her to beat Yan Yan to the punch.

Good news always comes in quick succession.

Perhaps it's because of age, but there seem to be an unusually large number of people getting married in 1982.

In early January, around the end of the Lunar New Year, Fu Ziyan attended Xi Qingqing's wedding as a bridesmaid. Shortly after the Lunar New Year, in early March, Xu Tingyang and Xiang Kexin got married. As a childhood friend and relative, Fu Ziyan naturally couldn't be absent.

Two days after Xu Tingyang's wedding, news came from the mainland that his uncle Li Quyi had been promoted to member of the Central Military Commission and concurrently served as commander of the Army. In addition, Li Zitao, who was serving in the Southwest Military Region, was also transferred to the Capital Military Region.

Half a month later, news came that Li Zitao would hold his wedding on Labor Day.

Fu Mingzhang was overjoyed to hear the news and pulled Fu Qiyuan to have a drink together. Fu Ziyan was also caught up in the atmosphere and quietly opened a bottle of her grandfather's treasured wine.

She wasn't drunk, but her grandfather, who was quite tipsy, dragged her to write the inscription.

My drunken grandfather is so difficult to deal with. It's not that the brushstroke is not good, but that the hook in this stroke lacks strength. He is completely different from the grandfather who always praised her unconditionally when she was growing up.

Fu Ziyan felt her hand was numb from writing, and her father, who had been watching the commotion, finally came to her rescue.

"Titi is still young, so it's normal that she doesn't have enough strength."

Fu Mingzhang nodded in understanding.

Fu Ziyan secretly hoped that her grandfather would make things difficult for her father, and she was ready to watch the show.

The result was... "Then you hold Titi's hand and write. You're the father, so you have to teach your daughter properly. Our Titi is very smart; she'll learn quickly."

Fu Ziyan: ???

Can't Grandpa just let me off the hook?

Finally, just like when she was a child, Fu Ziyan was helped by her father to write, and Fu Mingzhang cheered with satisfaction.

In late April, after attending the wedding of Xie Tingze and Ji Shujun, whose on-again, off-again relationship had lasted for many years, Fu Ziyan went north again under the pretext of inspecting the progress of the White Swan Hotel project.

Just as she was satisfied with the construction progress of the White Swan Hotel, Miss Fu "accidentally" learned about Li Zitao's wedding from Secretary Gao at the welcoming banquet. On a whim, she decided to come to the capital for a few days and, incidentally, have a drink at the wedding.

As a well-mannered heiress from a prominent family, and having maintained occasional contact with the Li family in recent years, it would be natural for Fu Ziyan to pay a visit to their residence during her trip to the capital.

So... when Li Quyi got home from get off work, he saw his little niece's face, which was both smiling and serious, as soon as he entered the house.

"Uncle Li, it's been a long time. I'm here to bother you again."

Li Quyi's serious expression suddenly softened, his gaze turning to his little niece, and he nodded slightly.