It was still the same car, the same driver. Once she got in, the night view of Hong Kong unfolded before her eyes. Wen Yang leaned forward, gazing outside, thinking that tomorrow night she must visit Victoria Harbour, take a ride on a double-decker bus to watch the sunset, and also explore Kennedy Town as Fu Xingzhou had mentioned.
Lu Zhan asked Wen Yang which hotel she was staying at and drove her straight to the entrance.
After getting out of the car, Wen Yang thanked them and bid farewell.
Fu Xingzhou nodded.
Lu Zhan waved.
Wen Yang turned around, went upstairs, and returned to her hotel room. After a full day of running around, she was indeed a bit exhausted. She took a shower, dried her hair, and sat on the sofa to start organizing photos and videos of the house renovation.
Currently, the studio consisted of only her and Yu Qing. Most clients came for Yu Qing, but many were suppressed by Liu Yu’s influence. The studio had been running at a loss for the past few months. The deal with Fu Xingzhou came at a generous price, which showed his recognition of their studio, but even so, it was just a drop in the ocean.
Yu Qing specialized in high-end design, which required significant upfront investment in areas like marketing and branding. Most of the projects she had designed under Liu Yu’s firm couldn’t be carried over, leaving her with very few usable works to showcase. Without a portfolio, promotional efforts were difficult. Wen Yang planned to create a social media account to package and promote Yu Qing.
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She looked at the photo and did a slight edit.
Fu Xingzhou didn’t need any touch-ups—he looked like a model, carrying an innate sense of presence. At first, she thought of deleting the photo since keeping someone else’s picture felt inappropriate.
But after some thought, she decided to edit it anyway.
In the end, she planned to return the photo to its rightful owner and let him decide what to do with it.
She exported the photo.
After hesitating for a moment, she opened Fu Xingzhou’s WeChat.
She sent him the photo along with a message:
Wen Yang: “Mr. Fu, I’m sorry. I was photographing the revolving door on XX Street today and accidentally captured you in the shot.”
Fu Xingzhou responded quickly: “Mm.”
Wen Yang: “If you’re okay with it, you can keep it. If not, feel free to delete it. I’ve already deleted it on my end.”
Fu Xingzhou: “Alright.”
On his end, Fu Xingzhou saved the photo—not because he thought he looked particularly good in it, but because the revolving door created a beautiful interplay of light and shadow, with him standing right in the middle of it.
The next day.
Wen Yang spent the whole day purely sightseeing.
It was quite enjoyable. Having lived in Nancheng for over two years, she was quite close to Hong Kong and had always wanted to visit. She used to wait for Cheng Yanyu to have some free time so they could come together, but for various reasons, the plan kept getting delayed.
Unexpectedly, this time, she just decided to come on her own.
She completed this journey alone.
She visited Kennedy Town.
She went to Sai Wan’s Camp Street.
She saw North Point’s “Monster Building.”
She rode the double-decker bus, watched the sunset, walked around Victoria Harbour, and took plenty of photos.
It was another exhausting day.
By the third day, Wen Yang checked out of her hotel and, dragging two suitcases behind her, went shopping for the items on Yu Qing’s list. She went store by store, determined to get everything. She was well-prepared, having brought her suitcases, and she wasn’t the only one—many shoppers had small carts with them.
After making her final purchase, she stepped out of the store, sweating despite the air conditioning inside. She wiped her forehead, sighing at how tiring shopping could be.
At that moment, someone pulling a cart walked past her and accidentally snagged her suitcase.
Her suitcase hadn’t been fully zipped, and the bag resting on top slipped off.
With a clatter, bottles and jars tumbled down the steps.
Wen Yang froze for a moment before crouching down to retrieve them, but there were too many. She almost wished she could just lie down and gather them all in one go.
Some of the rolling bottles hit pedestrians’ feet or stopped near them.
Flushing with embarrassment, Wen Yang mustered the courage to say, “Excuse me…” hoping someone would help pass them back to her.
Most people, however, simply walked past indifferently.
Wen Yang’s ears turned red as she bent down to reach for them herself.
At that moment—
A black sedan passed by.
Jiang Yue, who was in the driver’s seat, glanced towards the department store entrance and noticed a familiar figure crouching on the ground.
He hesitated for a moment, then gripped the steering wheel and turned his head slightly.
“Mr. Fu, I see Miss Wen.”
Fu Xingzhou lifted his gaze and looked out the window—only to see Wen Yang crouching and scrambling to gather her scattered skincare products.
Wen Yang was getting desperate, sweating even more. The fallen bag contained two full skincare sets, along with a bunch of free samples, making it a nightmare to pick up.
She saw one bottle rolling far away, and just as a passerby was about to step on it, she instinctively looked away, unable to bear watching.
At that moment, a tall figure appeared.
Dressed in a suit, he swiftly bent down and, just before the bottle was crushed underfoot, picked it up with his slender fingers.
Wen Yang let out a breath of relief and lifted her eyes.
It was Fu Xingzhou.
He stood tall, backlit by the sun, his eyes dark as ink. After picking up the bottle, he placed it back into her suitcase and casually grabbed another face wash bottle by his foot.
Wen Yang stared at him in a daze for a few seconds before calling out, “Mr. Fu.”
Fu Xingzhou looked down at her. “Buying these for Nancheng?”
Wen Yang nodded.
He asked again, “Did your suitcase break?”
She shook her head. “No, I just forgot to zip it all the way. Someone bumped into me, and everything spilled out.”
Sweat trickled down her nose—she knew she must look a mess.
Fu Xingzhou raised a slight brow, bent down, and picked up the last two bottles, placing them back into her suitcase. His help gave her some energy, and she straightened up, securing the suitcase properly.
He reached out and helped her lift both her and the suitcase upright.
Wen Yang wiped the sweat from her nose and said, “Mr. Fu, thank you. I didn’t expect to cause such a disaster.”
Fu Xingzhou glanced at her.
Just then, Jiang Yue, who had parked the car, ran over, panting. “Miss Wen, what a coincidence!”
Wen Yang turned to him and smiled. “Secretary Jiang, we meet again.”
Jiang Yue saw that his help was no longer needed since everything had been picked up. He turned to Wen Yang and asked, “Miss Wen, are you here for shopping?”
Wen Yang nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed as she adjusted her suitcase. She had bought so much that it had spilled all over the place—it was beyond awkward. Jiang Yue glanced at the bag in her hand, the suitcase, and the large shopping bag, then said, “Miss Wen, is this your first time shopping in Hong Kong? If you’re taking this bag through customs, you might need to remove the packaging and carry it directly. That would be safer.”
Wen Yang looked down—it was a luxury bag Yu Qing had asked her to buy, still inside the shopping bag with the receipt and everything.
She immediately said, “Got it, Secretary Jiang. Thanks for letting me know.”
“Also, Miss Wen, did you buy any medicine? Customs checks for that too, and if you exceed the allowed amount, they might confiscate it.”
Wen Yang froze. Ah, now she’s completely confused.
She suddenly panicked.
Only now did she remember that Yu Qing had told her to be selective with her purchases, but she had just followed the shopping list exactly. She looked at Jiang Yue and asked, “Secretary Jiang, let me check right now. Could you help me identify what’s not allowed?”
With so many people around, Wen Yang wanted to find a quieter place to sort things out.
Jiang Yue was momentarily taken aback—he found her innocence somewhat endearing. He glanced at Fu Xingzhou.
Fu Xingzhou looked at Wen Yang, his voice calm as he said, “No need to check. Give the extras to Jiang Yue. He’ll bring them to you next time we go to Nancheng.”**
Wen Yang’s hands paused over her suitcase.
Jiang Yue was also surprised but quickly caught on. He smiled at Wen Yang and said, “Right, Miss Wen. Let’s do that. I’ll take a look and bring anything you can’t take through customs to you later.”
Wen Yang realized—oh, that works too!
She nodded.
“Then I’ll trouble you with this, Secretary Jiang. I’ll cover the cost when you bring it over.”
She then looked at Fu Xingzhou and said, “President Fu, thank you.”
Fu Xingzhou gave a small nod.
Jiang Yue immediately helped move her suitcase to a less crowded area and checked through her purchases. As expected, there were a few items over the limit. Once everything was sorted, Jiang Yue held a premium shopping bag in his hand. Meanwhile, Wen Yang checked the time—her high-speed train was about to depart. She headed down the steps to hail a taxi and said to Fu Xingzhou and Jiang Yue, “President Fu, Secretary Jiang, thank you both. My train is leaving soon, so I’ll head out now.”
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly and gave a small nod.
Jiang Yue, seeing this, helped lift her suitcase into the taxi’s trunk and shut the door.
Wen Yang lifted her dress slightly as she got into the car, nearly catching her hem in the door.
Jiang Yue chuckled, “Miss Wen, slow down.”
Bang.
Wen Yang poked her head out and waved at them.
The taxi drove away.
Jiang Yue looked down at the shopping bag in his hand, then at Fu Xingzhou—this was the first time President Fu had ever helped bring something back to the mainland for someone. Even though it would ultimately be Jiang Yue delivering it, it was Fu Xingzhou who had made the offer first.
—
Thanks to Jiang Yue’s impromptu customs lesson, Wen Yang felt a little nervous as she went through security at the high-speed rail station, especially when her suitcase was scanned. Sure enough, the security staff asked her to open it.
Luckily, everything was within the allowed limits.
She wasn’t the only one being checked, so she quickly repacked her things and boarded the train. Once seated, she pulled out her phone and messaged Yu Qing.
Wen Yang: You have no idea what a nerve-wracking experience I just had.
Yu Qing: What happened?!
Wen Yang: You asked me to buy way too much.
Yu Qing immediately understood.
Yu Qing: …My dear Yangyang, didn’t I tell you to be selective?
Wen Yang: I wasn’t thinking—I just bought everything on the list.
Yu Qing: …And now?
Wen Yang: I’ll tell you when I get there.
Upon arriving in Nancheng, Wen Yang dragged her two suitcases back to her place. Since she had worked up a sweat, she took the opportunity to shower and change into a comfortable top and pants. Then, grabbing her laptop and the new bag she had bought, she headed to the studio.
The studio door was closed, and Yu Qing wasn’t there—she had probably gone to check on a project site. Wen Yang unlocked the door and stepped inside, noticing a bottle of milk tea on the desk. Yu Qing had left it for her.
She took a sip, then turned on her laptop.
Before long, Yu Qing returned, her pant legs dusted with dirt, and even her arms had some smudges. She was on the phone, cursing at someone as she walked in. Wen Yang turned her head and blinked at her. Yu Qing shot her a playful wink in return, then continued talking on the phone.
From what Wen Yang could gather, it seemed that the construction supervisor had forgotten to leave space for a bay window in the study, as specified in the design plans.
This bay window was meant to be a seating area for tea-drinking. When Xu Xu had reviewed the design, she had been particularly concerned about this feature.
If the construction didn’t follow the design, Xu Xu would definitely be picky about it.
Since the studio was newly established, unlike Liu Yu’s firm, which had been around for years and had strong relationships with trusted renovation teams, Yu Qing had to find a new contractor for this project. If they did a good job, they could continue working together in the future.
Liu Yu had tightly controlled all these resources—any renovation teams that had previously worked with her firm wouldn’t take jobs from Yu Qing now.
That meant everything for the studio had to start from scratch: from sourcing suppliers to negotiating pricing.
Meanwhile, Wen Yang was posting job listings online, planning to hire a design assistant for the studio.
After ending her call, Yu Qing put down her phone, pulled out a chair, and sat next to Wen Yang. She sighed, “These new renovation teams never take me seriously. It’s infuriating.”
Wen Yang turned to her. “Well, there’s no choice but to work with them for now.”
Yu Qing nodded. “Yeah, let’s see if they can be trained properly.”
“Enough about that.” Yu Qing reached over and pinched Wen Yang’s cheek. “Did you have fun the past two days?”
Wen Yang’s eyes curved into a smile. “I did.”
“That’s all that matters. It’s worth it.”
Sansukini: I believe this is the first move Fu Xingzhou made to pursue our Wen Yang — Create an opportunity to get close.
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