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

"Miss, Mr. Ming called to invite you to dinner." After knocking and receiving permission, Mu Mu pushed open the door and entered the office.

“Tonight won’t work, let’s schedule it for tomorrow.” Fu Ziyan, who had just finished a meeting, looked up from her documents and asked Mu Mu, “Has Mingqiao been busy lately?”

Fu Ziyan had been traveling in mainland China for almost half a month, and she hadn't spoken to her boyfriend on the phone for half a month either.

As an assistant, it was part of Mu Mu's job to keep track of the young lady's boyfriend's situation. Mu Mu kept a close eye on it, ready to answer the young lady's questions at any time. "Ming Sir was on duty last week when he encountered gunfire. He was not injured, but a patrol officer on the same team died from his injuries."

Fu Ziyan was silent for a moment, as if lamenting the deceased, before saying, "I understand, you may leave."

Her gaze shifted from the greenery back to the stock market data report in her hands, with British newspapers about the Falklands conflict on her right.

As the sun gradually moved westward outside the window, it cast a large, moving golden light on the desks piled high with documents, and the six o'clock clock gently struck.

Fu Ziyan stretched lazily, took off her suit skirt and changed into a milky white satin fishtail skirt, pushed open the office door and walked out. The diamonds on the hem of her skirt shimmered lightly with each step. The rustling of chairs and items moving in the secretary's office and the sound of footsteps reached her ears.

Mu Mu came forward and followed Fu Ziyan into the private elevator.

Fu Ziyan touched up her lipstick in front of the elevator mirror and gave her a sweet wink at her reflection—she looked like a pretty sweet girl today.

Gu Anning thought so too.

She circled around Fu Ziyan curiously, praising the designer's ideas with a smile: "The bow-tie off-the-shoulder top paired with the satin fishtail is so beautiful! Which designer did Yan Yan use? I also want to customize some new summer clothes."

"It should be a design by students from a design school in Paris. Let me ask Leah and then I'll let you know." Leah is the housekeeper of the Champs-Élysées apartment.

Xi Qingqing leaned back on the sofa, stroking her noticeably protruding belly, and sighed with a smile: "If it weren't for this little darling, I could wear pretty dresses too."

Fu Ziyan's gaze fell on Xi Qingqing's abdomen, and she frowned with worry: "Will Qingqing be uncomfortable? She's only five months pregnant, how come she's already so big?"

"It varies from person to person, but it's inevitable that twins will show. Fortunately, these two little princesses are quite well-behaved." Although it's her first time being a mother, Xi Qingqing now has plenty of theoretical knowledge and is afraid of accidentally harming the little ones in her belly.

Apart from Xi Qingqing, all the other women present were unmarried and childless, and they all looked at Xi Qingqing's abdomen with great curiosity.

It's unbelievable that two little children could be hiding in such a small place!

Wang Ziyue was particularly curious.

In other families, the wives and concubines of one's father or brothers would often become pregnant, and the women would get to see them. But Wang Ziyue's parents were divorced, and she was her mother's only child, so she hadn't really seen them much.

She asked curiously, "When is Qingqing's due date? I need to prepare double the welcome gifts for the little princess in advance."

"The estimated due date is September. Twins are more likely to be born prematurely." Xi Qingqing smiled slightly. After becoming pregnant, she was plump and radiant. Her face was not haggard at all, but rather glowing and full of maternal gentleness.

"This is the first baby among all of us! Oh dear, what will the little princess like?"

The girls started discussing it with great interest.

"How about I customize a large Lego castle?"

“I remember I liked dolls when I was a child, so I’ll prepare dolls and a series of custom doll clothes.”

Xia Zhenzhen said in a serious tone: "I think the best gift would be a golden castle. When we were little, we could play house with it, and when we grow up, we can sell it to start a business."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Gu Anning reached out and touched Xia Zhenzhen's forehead, her tone so gentle it was as if she was afraid that even a breath of air would break her: "Zhenzhen, it's been a year, why hasn't your fondness for gold recovered yet?"

“Yes, Zhenzhen, blind dates are just for appeasing the parents, don’t take them too seriously. Life is about being happy, enjoy it while you can. You’re going to get married sooner or later anyway, so you might as well make the most of your time.”

Xia Zhenzhen waved her hand, "Don't even mention it. My family just introduced me to a Singaporean Wall Street elite who has lived in the US for many years. Good heavens, this guy even schedules his meetings carefully. I can't even imagine if I really married him, would I be sleeping next to a human alarm clock?"

"Me too. The guy I just met has very limited dating experience. So limited that his way of pursuing me was just copy-pasted things like buying flowers and eating at Western restaurants... I feel like I'm getting ripped off. I'm practically a free teaching experience package."

Everyone laughed and chatted, filling the room with their cheerful laughter as they chatted about their latest dating experiences or other interesting things while playing cards and games.

dong dong dong-

Xi Qingqing's assistant entered the room, trying to keep a low profile, and reported to Xi Qingqing: "Miss, the young master called to inquire about your situation."

But with only a few familiar girls in the room, who among them wasn't keenly aware of everything around them? While they were mentally calculating their cards and shuffling them around, it didn't stop them from eavesdropping.

"Tell him I'll play for another hour, so he doesn't need to rush out to pick me up."

After the assistant left, the room erupted in cheers and jeers.

"Su Tunan's got some skills!"

"If you get it, cherish it!"

"I bet Qingqing was really upset before he left today because this was a girls' party and he couldn't come."

Amidst the constant teasing and laughter, Fu Ziyan pulled Wang Ziyue to sit by the window, away from the cheerful and lively sounds. The small bar by the window was a quiet oasis in this noisy environment.

After all, they come from wealthy families. No matter how lively they are, they still have basic judgment. They can easily tell that Yan Yan has something to discuss with Yue Yue, and they deliberately give them space to talk.

“Let me guess what good news Selene wanted to hear from me,” Wang Ziyue said with a smile, her tone slowing down. “It’s not bad news, is it?”

"It's not bad news. I want to ask you for help to get the Hong Kong bureau of The Wall Street Journal to mention the current state of sterling assets, especially the plight of British companies in Hong Kong."

Wang Ziyue glanced at Fu Ziyan with slight surprise.

Due to the recent Falklands War, there has been a panic sell-off of British pound assets in the market, compounded by the unresolved Hong Kong issue...

She immediately guessed that Fu Ziyan might be planning something big, but she didn't reveal it. She just smiled and said, "We've been sisters for so many years. I'll definitely do my best to help you if you need anything. If it's headquarters, I'm not capable enough, but for the Hong Kong branch, just wait for good news."

"Thanks, Yueyue!"

“Surely a dignified Miss Fu can’t just thank me verbally?” Wang Ziyue raised her eyebrows and smiled at her, her voice rising at the end.

“Whenever there is a command, there is no one who will not obey.”

"Then I won't be polite~" Wang Ziyue's eyes darted around, looking like she was about to ask for an exorbitant amount.

Fu Ziyan just smiled indulgently.

"I want a fragrance that Selene personally blended."

"It's my pleasure." Fu Ziyan smiled slightly. "Then I'll leave the financial news to you."

Wang Ziyue smiled and winked. Even without Selene saying anything, she would definitely keep it a secret: "Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret."

Fu Ziyan curved her eyebrows.

She had considered approaching Wang Ziyue.

There is a lot of financial news in Hong Kong, but as a media mogul who owns Yanxin Newspaper Company, Fu Ziyan has direct or indirect connections with many financial newspapers. To avoid future trouble, it is better to start news about the pressure on British-funded enterprises with foreign financial newspapers.

When it comes to reporting on British affairs, it's naturally better to have American newspapers report on it, and The Wall Street Journal is undoubtedly the most reasonable choice.