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

After Li Zitao's wedding banquet, Fu Ziyan said goodbye to her father and boarded a soft sleeper compartment with her friends. Fourteen hours later, amidst the clattering of the train, the green train whistled and pulled into Luoyang.

"Luoyang Station has arrived! Time to get off!"

"Don't panic, hold onto your things carefully."

"Why are you pushing? Everyone line up!"

"My goodness, we finally made it out!"

"..."

The loud, boisterous Henan dialect, along with the rough, sandy air, hit me in the face.

Unlike the crisp, pine-lined air of the capital, the sticky, humid atmosphere of Guangzhou with its slow-cooked soup aroma, the chilly, vodka-laden air of Moscow, or the damp cold and somber atmosphere of London created by its Gothic architecture, Luoyang possesses a rugged, solid, and profound sense of history, like a newly unearthed bronze artifact, quietly exuding the grandeur of its past.

This is Fu Ziyan's first time visiting Luoyang.

Prior to this, her impression of Luoyang was always that of "the Eastern Capital of the Tang Dynasty" and "the place where the Empress reigned," a witness to the pinnacle of female rule in history and the place where all nations paid tribute. In addition, it is also the hometown of the national flower, the peony.

In 1982, Luoyang was filled with coal smoke and dust, and the noise and bustle were everywhere, but it was peaceful, serene, and full of hope.

The flight attendant led them out of the antique-style station building, where they saw a young man with a broad, square face, prominent cheekbones, and a well-proportioned appearance, who smiled before speaking.

His smile was particularly genuine and endearing, with a slight Henan accent: "Are you Miss Fu? Welcome to Luoyang. My name is Zhang Yueming, and I will take care of all your needs during your stay in Luoyang."

Fu Ziyan wasn't too surprised to meet such a person.

Her identity is sensitive.

After all, it's their home turf, and her identity in mainland China is labeled as a "Hong Kong tycoon" or "the daughter of a tycoon." No matter how low-key she tries to be, she can't hide it from the local government's top officials.

Sending Zhang Yueming served two purposes: first, to ensure the safety of this Hong Kong heiress and prevent any incidents from happening in this area; second, to establish good relations in advance, as we might need the channels from Hong Kong to develop our business someday.

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded: "Hello, Comrade Zhang, thank you for waiting here."

Zhang Yueming chuckled and stepped forward to help with the luggage. Seeing the Hong Kong businesswoman's four enormous suitcases being pushed by her bodyguard, he thought to himself, "As expected of a young lady, she's only been away for a few days, and she has so much luggage it's like she's moving house." So he shifted his position and helped Xue You and Meng Limin with their luggage.

These young women also come from prominent families; they are all children from high-ranking compounds in the capital.

As for the two boys, Meng Liyan and Lei Lei, he only had two hands and was powerless to help them.

Zhang Yueming arranged two cars to pick up the group of seven or eight people.

Perhaps noticing their fatigue, Zhang Yueming made a few jokes to lighten the mood before settling down to focus on driving.

Fu Ziyan turned her head to look out the window, feeling utterly bored.

The road wasn't wide, and bicycles would occasionally whiz by, their bells jingling. Almost every cyclist would turn around to look at them as they passed by. She thought to herself, "These two bikes really do get a lot of attention."

Then I saw something that attracted even more attention.

At least in this car.

"Wow, it's a donkey cart!" Meng Limin exclaimed in surprise.

Just by looking at Xue You, one could tell how much older he was. "This is a donkey cart used to haul bricks, isn't it?"

Fu Ziyan didn't speak, but her gaze remained fixed on the donkey cart approaching from a distance. The gray-black donkey had its head bowed and body hunched, white breath coming from its nostrils. Although it wasn't particularly tall, its limbs were strong, and it steadily dragged the heavy bricks along the dirt road.

She had seen many animals, from those kept in zoos to those in private hunting grounds in the United States and from migrating herds on the African savanna, but she had rarely seen a donkey carrying such a heavy load and moving forward with such perseverance.

It was a novel experience for Fu Ziyan.

Meng Limin also found it very novel.

Donkeys also exist in the capital, but they are mostly found in rural areas on the outskirts. By the time Meng Limin was old enough to understand, most of these horses and donkeys had been replaced by tractors. In addition, she was young and lived a simple life in the courtyard. The capital city had both subways and buses, making travel convenient, so she naturally rarely saw donkeys.

Knowing that the passengers were interested in the donkey cart, Zhang Yueming slowed down the vehicle so they could look at it for a longer time, and explained, "Although Luoyang's machinery industry is developing well, the rural areas in the suburbs may not be able to afford tractors. In the past two years, the demand for construction has increased, and the demand for transportation has also increased accordingly."

What he didn't say was that after the policy was relaxed, individual businesses emerged, which led to the gradual appearance of people using donkey carts to haul bricks.

However, most of the people on the bus could tell.

With the donkey cart as an opportunity, the atmosphere of conversation on the cart became harmonious and natural again. Zhang Yueming, a local, would occasionally say a few words of explanation, and soon they arrived at the provincial party committee guesthouse.

The room was fully equipped with all the necessary amenities, but the conditions were quite basic.

Fu Ziyan had already prepared herself mentally, and her bodyguards had also prepared the necessary items.

She changed the mattresses, sheets, and blankets, laid out a cashmere rug, put a tablecloth on the table, placed a vase, and added fragrances to the bedroom and bathroom... In just one hour, the room was completely transformed, leaving the two girls who had finished cleaning and knocked on the door to invite Fu Ziyan to lunch in awe.

This bodyguard is incredibly capable!

After washing up and changing into a mint green dress, Fu Ziyan smiled and casually handed them the Lego set she had just assembled, saying, "You can set it up in your room and play with it."

"Thank you, Yan Yan~"

"Thank you, Sister Fu!"

Lunch was nothing special; perhaps considering they had just taken a long train ride, Zhang Yueming chose dishes that were light and palatable.

After lunch, we went straight to the primary purpose of our trip—to see the peonies.

Most of the peonies in Luoyang are in Wangcheng Park. After crossing the Longmen Bridge and passing the Bell Tower and Watchtower, the car stopped in Wangcheng Park.

Although it wasn't the weekend, there were still many parents with their children playing in Wangcheng Park. Little girls in their prettiest and most stylish red dresses and sandals smiled at the camera, while young people on blind dates smiled shyly on the stone steps and strolled around the flower beds.

In contrast, Fu Ziyan and her group attracted a lot of attention as soon as they entered. As they walked straight towards Chenxiang Tower led by the young man at the head, the young couples who were strolling and dating by the flower bed quietly dispersed.

With so many people around, how can we have a proper date?!

Fu Ziyan only caught a glimpse of the departing couple before her gaze quickly settled on the peony, which had amazed the world for a thousand years.

Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when the flowers bloom.

A thousand years have passed, and Luoyang is no longer the capital, but the peony remains the king of flowers, outshining all others, blooming in Luoyang with a thousand beautiful forms breaking through the morning glow.

Early May is actually no longer the peak blooming season for peonies. Although only a few flowers remain after the peak blooming period, their graceful appearance and magnificent beauty are still breathtaking.

The petals are layered upon layered, each one full and plump, remaining lush and vibrant even after falling to the ground.

The group fell silent as they watched, with only the clicking of cameras echoing throughout.