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

Years and time fly by, will fades with each passing day, and one withers away, often failing to connect with the world, sadly confined to a humble dwelling—what can be done then?

"Finally finished writing!" After finishing the last draft, Fu Ziyan let out a long breath, put down the brush, and sat down to rest, feeling pain from her legs to her shoulders, back, and wrists.

This was the first time she had been forced to stand for three or four hours as punishment!

Fu Ziyan felt incredibly wronged and wanted to fly back to Hong Kong to cry to her grandfather. Her uncle was so cruel, so incredibly cruel!

She stiffly opened the study door and walked into the living room. Zhang Yuan and Li Quyi were sitting in the living room reading newspapers and books. Several dishes could be vaguely seen on the dining table, covered by food covers.

Hearing the sound, Li Quyi turned his head and saw his little niece with a miserable expression. As soon as she came over, she collapsed onto the sofa, rolled over, lay flat on her back, and didn't move. He couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't correct Titi's posture either. For a pampered little girl, standing for four hours as punishment was indeed not easy.

As soon as Li Zitao entered the room, he saw his cousin sprawled motionless on the sofa. This scene was all too familiar, and without much thought, he guessed the reason. He laughed gleefully, "Let me guess, Yan Yan was punished by standing for hours!"

Fu Ziyan turned her head and looked at her aunt with a wronged expression.

Before Zhang Yuan could speak, Li Quyi asked her, "Why did you come here? Aren't you at work today? If you envy your sister, although the house isn't big, it's enough for you to practice your military posture."

Li Zitao: ...Is he my biological father?!

Fu Ziyan chuckled, feeling that the fatigue and soreness from standing all morning had dissipated considerably.

Li Zitao's smile faded. His father was being unreasonable today, seemingly because his sister's anger hadn't been fully released, and he had just walked right into it.

"I'm off work today, but Baiying is working overtime at the factory, so I came to visit you two at home."

Zhang Yuan, angered by the term "two elders," not only refused to speak up for her foolish son but also wanted to make matters worse.

Yan Yan was tired after a long morning, but watching her brother's performance must have brought her some joy.

Li Quyi twitched his forehead, thinking that his youngest son really should study the art of language. He wasn't even sixty yet, how could he be "old"? He ordered him in a deep voice: "Go to the study and bring out Titi's calligraphy homework from this morning."

Calligraphy homework?

Li Zitao silently pondered the word, deeply believing that he had been born the wrong gender and that it would have been better to be a daughter.

Thinking back to his past, facing the wall in self-reflection and being punished by copying self-criticisms were commonplace for him. If he was really naughty, his dad would really give him a "loving pat". But if it were his cousin, the punishment of copying would be called "calligraphy homework", and his cousin wouldn't have to nervously take the punishment to his dad.

Hmm... He was the one nervously taking the "calligraphy assignment".

He was afraid that his superior would be dissatisfied and make an example of him.

Seeing Tao Zi's speechless yet seemingly vehement expression, Li Zitao's bright smile shifted to Fu Ziyan, who leaned back on the sofa and laughed lightly.

Twenty sheets in total, though written with a brush, each character in neat and orderly regular script is beautifully written, flowing smoothly and evenly spaced, making one want to applaud.

Zhang Yuan smiled and praised the handwriting, not forgetting to find a comparison: "Since Tao has been punished so many times, her handwriting is still far inferior to Yan Yan's."

Li Zitao: "...Mom, you can praise Yan Yan if you want, but why are you praising one and criticizing the other!"

Fu Ziyan was amused by Li Zitao's aggrieved expression. To be honest, it's a real waste of talent that Taozi didn't become a crosstalk performer.

“Titi’s handwriting is better than yours. Your mother is just being realistic.” Li Quyi looked up from the Xuan paper and retorted to his youngest son, not forgetting his little niece who was laughing and rolling on the sofa. “Titi, have you had enough lying down? Get up and have lunch.”

Seeing that her uncle was in a good mood, Fu Ziyan stopped pretending to be so obedient. She had always been good at taking advantage of others' misfortunes since she was a child, and shook her head pitifully, indicating that she wanted to rest a little longer.

She was so tired!

My uncle punished me too harshly!

Auntie, please look at how wronged she is!

Fu Ziyan's grievances were half genuine and half feigned, but the pretty little girl's pitiful whimpering made Zhang Yuan unable to resist feeling sorry for her. She went over to massage the child's calf muscles and gently patted her head to comfort her. "Auntie just made lunch. I wonder if Yan Yan will like it?"

Zhang Yuan had a knack for calculating when her two sons would be punished by their husbands. She knew exactly how to time the punishments. Sure enough, less than ten minutes after she finished cooking, Fu Ziyan pushed open the study door and came out.

"My aunt made it herself, I'll definitely like it!" Even if the taste is just average, she can still praise it with a smile when her elders cook it themselves, giving them full emotional value, especially since she hasn't even tasted it yet.

Watching her soothe the child so gently made Li Zitao's teeth ache. Sure enough, his mother preferred daughters; he'd given birth to the wrong gender!

He couldn't help but ask, "Mom, is there any food for me?"

Zhang Yuan rarely gave her youngest son a glance: "I cooked extra food today, enough for you too."

Although Zhang Yuan knew that Yan Yan didn't eat much after having eaten with her a few times, she thought that the child was quite tired from being punished by standing and that she wouldn't eat lunch until 1 p.m., so she deliberately cooked more food, since the child could eat it all and it would be her dinner anyway.

With Li Zitao and Fu Ziyan joking around, the atmosphere in the Li family's living room and dining room was exceptionally harmonious, and Li Quyi even showed a rare smile.

"What does Yan Yan want to do this afternoon? Bai Ying and I are planning to go to the movies, do you want to come along?"

The cinema environment in mainland China right now...

Fu Ziyan thought for a moment and felt that the picture quality might not be very satisfactory, but experiencing the atmosphere of a movie theater seemed like a good idea, not to mention she could watch a newlywed couple's romance!

Before she could agree, Li Quyi interrupted, "No need. Titi will stay home this afternoon. I've invited someone over."

what?

Fu Ziyan tilted her head in confusion.

What does it mean to invite someone over?

Li Quyi remained calm and offered no further explanation.

But when Fu Ziyan met a dignified man that afternoon who shared with her the arduous years and countless sacrifices of the Chinese people in their conquest of the skies, she understood what her uncle meant.

He wanted her to have a sense of awe for the sky, at least not as a toy for her to seek thrills.

A glider or a skydive could really kill her.

Before Fu Ziyan could be moved to tears by her uncle's thoughtfulness, she was first brought to tears by the three thousand-word self-criticism.

A 3,000-word self-criticism!

Do I need to bring it over tomorrow morning?

Ignoring the distressed expression on his niece's face, Li Quyi calmly and slowly said, "If you don't want to go back and write your reflections, you can finish writing them in the study before going back."

What could Fu Ziyan do but nod and agree with a straight face?

When is the next flight? Is there a flight to Guangzhou tonight?

Of course it's impossible!

She was just having a wild idea; putting it into practice was out of the question. It wasn't like she was never going to see her uncle again. If she really did that, the next time they met, it wouldn't be as simple as writing a three-thousand-word "reflection."

However, the day's punishment and education, which lasted from morning till night, left Fu Ziyan physically and mentally exhausted. The next day, as soon as she submitted her self-criticism, Fu Ziyan hurriedly left the capital. She only stayed at the construction site of the White Swan Hotel for half an hour to observe the progress before returning to Hong Kong.

My uncle is terrifying!