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

Wang Ziyue acted swiftly; the very next day, the Hong Kong branch of The Wall Street Journal published an editorial stating that "the expeditionary war will consume British resources in the long term, and British-owned groups in Hong Kong may face pressure from their home country's financial drain."

The entire article is written in a calm and authoritative, data-driven tone, using financial terminology to analyze the current sharp drop in stock prices and exchange rates, and then puts forward the view that British-owned enterprises in Hong Kong must reassess their assets.

At a time when the British army had just suffered setbacks on the battlefield and the market was already in a period of panic digestion, this editorial delighted to add fuel to the fire of market panic.

Since Fu Ziyan was prepared to exert public pressure, she naturally wouldn't just target The Wall Street Journal. However, she needed such an authoritative yet seemingly completely detached media outlet to set the stage and spark subsequent opinions from financial media regarding the event.

Following the Wall Street Journal editorial, mainstream financial media outlets responded with a variety of opinions, though their views differed, but the core message was the same: British-owned companies in Hong Kong could introduce local strategic investors for non-core assets.

Fu Ziyan deliberately amplified the topic, which quickly became a hot topic in Hong Kong's capital circles and even the Asia-Pacific capital circles.

Wang Ziyue silently observed the unfolding public opinion, and was extremely curious about which company Selene had chosen.

Fu Ziyan was very busy, so busy that she had no time to go on dates with her suddenly clingy boyfriend.

In addition to dealing with the work that had piled up from her recent trip to the mainland, she also had to stay at the center of public opinion, control the situation of public opinion propaganda, and attend a charity banquet attended by the heads of Swire Group's Hong Kong region.

The air in Hong Kong in May is already hot and dry, but the temperature on Victoria Peak, which is not very high, is comfortable and pleasant.

As they approached the Fu residence, the driver suddenly slowed down and said, "Miss, it's Mr. Ming."

Fu Ziyan opened her eyes.

Outside the car window, a black and gold motorcycle was parked quietly by the roadside. The evening breeze enveloped the young man sitting diagonally on the motorcycle, and his bangs swayed in the wind.

"parking."

The extended car stopped next to the motorcycle. Fu Ziyan rolled down the window and looked at him: "Mingqiao, aren't you going home to rest so late?"

Mingqiao stood up and smiled at her: "I suddenly missed you, so I came to see if I could wait for you. Luckily, I was quite lucky."

"Would you like to get in the car?" Fu Ziyan smiled and leaned against the window. She had to admit that after a night of playing along, seeing Ming Qiao at the intersection on her way home was indeed a pleasant surprise.

Mingqiao glanced at the brightly lit windows of the Fu residence not far away, then shook his head and refused: "It's too late. I just suddenly wanted to see you. You must be tired. You should go back soon."

Fu Ziyan smiled, rolled down the car window completely, and beckoned to him with her finger.

Mingqiao was puzzled, but he obediently walked forward to the car window and leaned down to look Selene in the eye.

Fu Ziyan touched Ming Qiao's face, feeling the coolness of the night breeze. Suddenly, she raised her hand, grabbed Ming Qiao's collar, and firmly placed a kiss on his face.

Unlike his cheeks, his lips were warm, with a hint of peach sweetness.

Mingqiao felt his heart pounding, and the faint scent of wine lingered around his nose. He felt tipsy and almost drunk, and subconsciously wanted to deepen the kiss.

Fu Ziyan, however, refused.

Just as it came suddenly, the kiss ended just as quickly, so quickly that Mingqiao hadn't even had time to process it before it was over.

"Peach flavor, did you eat candy?" She didn't remember Mingqiao liking candy.

"I happened to have a candy in my pocket, so I just grabbed it." Ming Qiao blinked somewhat awkwardly. Fortunately, the night was dark and the lights were dim, and his skin tone was good enough to cover it up, so Fu Ziyan didn't see the blush rising on his face.

He can't exactly say that he specially bought a peach-flavored toothpaste and brushed his teeth for a long time before leaving the house.

"Oh, it's quite sweet. Do you have any more in your pocket?"

“No,” Mingqiao pursed his lips, “just one.”

"Bring one for me next time too."

"it is good."

"Really not going to get in the car and sit for a bit?"

"No, goodnight Selene."

"Good night." Fu Ziyan rolled up the car window, waved to the outside, and told the driver to start the car.

Mingqiao stood there watching the extended Rolls-Royce drive away, its exhaust fumes dissipating into the air. He watched as the gates of the Fu residence closed again before getting on his motorcycle and leaving.

As soon as Fu Ziyan entered the house, she saw the housekeeper, Tan Wu.

"Uncle Tan?"

"Miss, the master is waiting for you in the study." Tan Wu smiled respectfully and expectantly. The man at the door just now must be the young lady's current boyfriend; he's quite handsome...

Her gaze lingered on Uncle Tan's face for a moment, and she managed to discern two different emotions from the standardized butler's smile.

Fu Ziyan: "...Okay, Uncle Tan, get some rest."

"Oh, young lady, would you like some hangover soup?"

"No need," Fu Ziyan refused. She had only had a few drinks for social reasons and was perfectly sober; she didn't need anything to sober her up. But thinking about seeing her father and worrying him, she changed her mind and said, "Just bring up a glass of warm milk."

As expected, Fu Qiyuan's first reaction upon seeing his daughter was: "Titi, you've been drinking. Are you feeling unwell?"

Fu Ziyan shook her head: "Just a little bit. I had someone prepare some warm milk, it'll be ready in a bit. I didn't even know when Dad came back."

"I landed this afternoon. It was a last-minute decision, and I didn't have time to tell you." Fu Qiyuan smiled gently. He had been away on a business trip for a few days when he heard about the recent financial discussions and that his daughter had attended two social banquets in the past two days, so he guessed the source of the action.

He knew his daughter well; unless necessary or of interest, she was too lazy to attend these kinds of events, and these two activities were not among Titi's interests.

"Which company does Titi want?"

Fu Ziyan smiled and said, "As expected, Dad guessed it. I want the aviation services business (HAECO) under Swire."

"You want Cathay Pacific?"

"If I could get it, that would be great, but Cathay Pacific is involved in politics right now. It's too sensitive. I know how to handle a piece of cake that I can't cut, so I won't go looking for trouble. In comparison, HAECO is much more cost-effective."

Fu Ziyan smiled slyly: "But, Daddy, do you want Swire Properties? I'll be your little undercover agent!"

"Killing two birds with one stone," Fu Qiyuan chuckled. "So that's what you were planning."

No wonder it has fueled the widespread discussion in financial editorials.

"Dad asked, 'Do you want it or not?'"

“My Titi is so filial, how could Dad bear to refuse her?”

The father and daughter smiled at each other, neither of them revealing the details. One trusted the daughter's abilities, while the other was confident that her father didn't need to worry about her.

dong dong dong-

The maid brought in warm milk.

The two chatted for a while in the study about trivial matters of life and work, before Fu Qiyuan urged his daughter to rest. "Titi has worked hard these past two days, so get some rest and recharge your energy."

As soon as Fu Ziyan returned to her room, the phone rang, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

Judging by the time, Mingqiao should have arrived home by now.

To everyone's surprise, the voice that answered was not Mingqiao's, but a pure British accent.

"Young Miss, I have fulfilled my mission."