The climate in Hong Kong is pleasant, with spring-like weather all year round. The temperature always stays above 17 degrees Celsius, and a coat is enough to keep warm.
The only thing that's annoying is the frequent rainfall in winter.
However, today the weather is unexpectedly sunny. After days of continuous drizzle, the sun and clouds are simply wonderful.
Wen Baozhu quickly got dressed and made up in her room. When she came downstairs, Aunt Jiang told her that Fu Lian was already waiting for her in the car outside.
Wen Baozhu walked up to the car, and a bodyguard bent down to open the door for her.
As she got in, she instinctively lowered her head to hold her hat. She saw the man in the car sitting upright with his eyes slightly closed, as if taking a short nap.
The moment she got in, the man opened his eyes.
First, he glanced at his watch. Fu Lian frowned slightly. It was obvious that the half-hour wait had annoyed him.
Wen Baozhu noticed his displeasure and felt uneasy at once. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu. I'll be quicker next time."
She was wearing a light beige woolen overcoat. The tailored waist showed off her slender figure. A wide belt was tied around her waist, and the V-shaped collar revealed the light white knitted pencil skirt inside.
It was a very elegant outfit. Paired with pearl earrings on her earlobes and a light purple woolen lace hat, she looked like a wealthy lady.
Although Wen Baozhu was a poor girl from Fucheng, she was blessed with good looks. Studying acting, she stood out in both appearance and temperament.
Normally, she didn't show off, but with a little dressing up, she could look noble and elegant.
She was perfect for being a decoration.
However, compared to her glamorous appearance, Wen Baozhu's real family background was not good. Her father died early, and her mother remarried. She was alone with no home.
There were many beautiful girls, but Wen Baozhu didn't know why Fu Lian had chosen her as his puppet.
In fact, what Fu Lian had liked most about her was this very thing -
She was alone with no home.
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When they arrived at the horse racing venue, the car bypassed the main entrance and drove straight into the clubhouse building for union members.
The clubhouse building of the horse racing venue was only open to members. Fu Lian donated a huge amount of money to the racecourse every year, so his status and position were very important.
As soon as he appeared, everyone looked at him and made way for him until he walked into the special elevator.
Wen Baozhu followed closely behind, and they both got into the elevator.
When they got out of the elevator on the third floor, they had only taken a few steps when they suddenly heard a cheerful call: "A Lian."
The man in front stopped.
A woman walked over with a smile, affectionately hugged Fu Lian's arm, and looked up at him with a smile. "If I had known you were coming at this time, I would have asked Uncle Wei to wait at the door and come up with you."
The woman looked about the same age as Fu Lian. Her upturned eyes made her look smart and capable, and her bright red lips exuded a strong aura.
She had a white camellia brooch with obvious Chanel features on her chest, and the sequins on her high heels sparkled. She had the air of a capable female elite.
Although the woman's face was unfamiliar, from Fu Lian's natural expression and his lack of any attempt to dodge, Wen Baozhu quickly guessed her identity: this must be his famous fiancée, Fang Yuan.
Fu Lian smiled faintly. "I heard that some distant relatives of the Fang family were coming to visit today. I thought you would be at home to receive them, so I didn't want to call and disturb you."
Hearing him call her nickname, Fang Yuan blushed like a young girl and gently pushed his shoulder. "I just wanted to surprise you. You're always so unromantic."
The two of them started flirting naturally. Wen Baozhu knew she was redundant and wisely took two steps back.
"Who's this beautiful girl?"
After they finished flirting, Fang Yuan covered her mouth and smiled. Then she looked up at Wen Baozhu as if she had just noticed her and showed surprise in her eyes. "Is she your friend, A Lian, or a new business partner?"
Fu Lian simply said, "She's my younger brother's fiancée."
Fang Yuan immediately understood. She smiled and let go of Fu Lian's arm. Then she walked up to Wen Baozhu generously and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Fang Yuan, A Lian's fiancée."
Just as she thought.
Wen Baozhu thought to herself and also held out her hand. "Hello, I'm Wen Baozhu." She said politely.
Fang Yuan laughed, with a bright smile on her face. "It's a very nice name. Can I call you Baozhu from now on?"
This kind of excessive enthusiasm was a bit hard for Wen Baozhu to handle, but she still nodded. "Sure, Miss Fang."
"After I marry A Lian, we'll be family. You might as well call me Yuanyuan like A Lian does."
Wen Baozhu looked at Fang Yuan, who was showing kindness to her, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Maybe it was because of her guilty conscience, but she always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at her beneath Fang Yuan's enthusiastic exterior.
"When I marry A Lian, I'll be your sister-in-law. As a sister-in-law, I should take good care of my younger siblings. We sisters should get closer then."
Fang Yuan was a native of Hong Kong. Her tone was a bit coquettish and arrogant. Although she said she wanted to get closer to Wen Baozhu, her superiority was hard to ignore.
How could a noble young lady from the upper class condescend to be on friendly terms with her?
Presumably, it was just a polite remark.
Who in Hong Kong didn't know that the second young master of the Fu family didn't seek a marriage alliance but found a girl from the poor northern countryside.
She had no money, no power, and no background or resources. No one knew what tricks she had used, but she had become the second wife of the Fu family in no time.
Wen Baozhu knew that even if she didn't read the gossip tabloids, she could guess the malicious speculation about her from the outside world: unmarried pregnancy, using her body to climb up, selling herself for wealth...
With these gossip scandals, it was already very polite of Fang Yuan not to show disgust and contempt for her in public.
As soon as they walked into the private room, some wealthy young masters and ladies from the circle came in, each with their partners.
They introduced and greeted each other, then sat down and waited for the horse racing to start.
Wen Baozhu wasn't familiar with them and couldn't chat with them. She sat quietly in a corner by herself. She didn't feel lonely or uncomfortable. She just quietly watched the horses and the staff on the racecourse.
In fact, she really enjoyed this feeling. No one cared about her, and no one closely watched her movements.
Fang Yuan naturally sat next to Fu Lian. From her perspective, she could just see Wen Baozhu's profile.
There was no denying that Wen Baozhu was beautiful.
It was a kind of gentle and amiable beauty without any aggressiveness.
It was hard for a man not to like her; or rather, if she took the initiative to throw herself at a man, it would be hard for him to refuse.
The paparazzi and gossip tabloids also joked that the second wife of the Fu family used to sing and perform in Fucheng to please men. With her innocent and pure face, she must be a charming vixen.
As a woman, Fang Yuan felt a sense of arrogance and disdain, as well as a bit of superiority from her status.
She turned her gaze to the man beside her. Just as she was about to whisper something to him, she found that he was staring blankly and intently in one direction.
And there sat Wen Baozhu.