After a round at the racetrack, it was almost lunchtime. The Fang family's driver had already parked the car at the entrance waiting for her.
Fang Yuan bent down and got into the car. She didn't forget to quickly roll down the window and wave goodbye to Wen Baozhu reluctantly.
It wasn't until the car's tail disappeared from sight that the smile on Wen Baozhu's lips gradually faded.
Only then did she notice that her palms were sweaty.
Although the two seemed to be chatting happily, every word Fang Yuan said had an underlying meaning.
One wrong move and she might fall into an abyss.
This social encounter had already made her sweat profusely and exhausted.
Wen Baozhu had a private car arranged by the Fu family for her trips. It was parked across the road.
She was unsteady on her feet. Before she could take a step, a black Rolls-Royce smoothly drove onto the road and stopped in front of her.
Leading with the black Rolls-Royce, four other black cars followed and also stopped simultaneously.
The car doors opened in unison, and a swarm of black-suited bodyguards filed out of the cars. They stood with their legs apart, guarding around the black Rolls-Royce in a defensive stance.
Seeing this imposing sight, Wen Baozhu knew that the person in the car was no ordinary figure.
Her nerves tightened, and she subconsciously took two steps back.
The tightly closed black car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a noble and elegant lady.
It was Li Wenshu.
A few years ago, due to Fu Qishan's sudden passing, many post - mortem matters were left unaddressed. Although he had two sons, Fu Lian and Fu Nian, as the pillars of the family, the major decision - making power of the Fu Group was basically in her hands.
Rich - family ladies pay great attention to their maintenance. Even though she was a mother of two sons and in her fifties, there was not a single wrinkle on her face.
Moreover, having been immersed in power for a long time, she exuded an aura of authority and dignity.
Wen Baozhu immediately lowered her head and leaned forward slightly. "Mrs. Li."
According to the rules, she should actually call her "Auntie" or "Mother - in - law". But on the first day they met, Li Wenshu said she had no qualification for such a title.
However, she had to be polite, so she could only respectfully call her "Mrs. Li".
Even though she had shown all the courtesy, the other person didn't respond to her greeting.
She didn't even spare her a glance, but still kept a straight face and stared ahead.
Seeing this, Wen Baozhu had no choice but to continue standing bent over beside the car.
Without Li Wenshu's order, she didn't dare to straighten up, let alone make any extra movements.
A few seconds later, the person in the car condescended to say two words.
"Get in."
...
The journey was silent.
Wen Baozhu thought Li Wenshu would take her back to the old mansion, but unexpectedly, the car drove straight to the hospital.
While lying on the bed for the examination, Wen Baozhu's heart was pounding. She vaguely guessed Li Wenshu's purpose for this trip.
After the examination, while waiting for the results, Wen Baozhu didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Finally, the stack of examination reports was handed to Li Wenshu.
She saw the old lady's face turn even more ashen. Unable to hold back her anger any longer, she raised her hand and threw the reports straight at Wen Baozhu's face.
The white papers fluttered and mercilessly hit Wen Baozhu.
"Horse - racing meeting yesterday, racetrack today. What about tomorrow? Shopping in Central? Watching the sea at Victoria Harbour? Or enjoying the view on Victoria Peak? Your schedule is so tight. Should I just arrange a private jet for you?"
"Now, there's still no news of Fu Nian, but you, his fiancée, are showing up everywhere!"
"Do you think those paparazzi don't have enough business at the end of the year? You're so generous and keep showing up on camera to give them something to write about?"
Wen Baozhu lowered her eyes and didn't try to explain that all these were arranged by Fu Lian.
After all, mother and son were of one mind.
She was just a country girl from the mainland and really had no say in this.
She didn't plan to talk back either. She just meekly endured all of Li Wenshu's anger.
Wen Baozhu had no other skills.
But she knew very well that if she wanted to get by, she had to be "sorry" at all times.
Wen Baozhu said humbly, "I won't go out unless it's necessary from now on."
Li Wenshu was so angry that her chest heaved. She kept patting her chest gently to calm down. After regaining her composure, she said coldly, "If you want to enter a rich family and become a wealthy lady, shouldn't you give birth to a child first?"
Wen Baozhu knew that the topic would eventually turn to pregnancy.
Her cheeks couldn't help but flush. "I've been trying hard recently."
Li Wenshu asked again, "How many times this week?"
Wen Baozhu bit her lips.
It was such an embarrassing question.
But she just couldn't avoid it.
She thought for a while and answered reluctantly, "Three or four times."
"The frequency is too low." Li Wenshu frowned and directly expressed her dissatisfaction. "There are seven days in a week. On average, it's not even once a day. When will you have a child?"
Wen Baozhu's face turned bright red.
She wanted to say that it wasn't up to her.
Fu Lian was unpredictable and moody. She had previously proposed to do it more often, but he wasn't interested. She couldn't force him.
Li Wenshu probably also considered this at this time. Her frown relaxed. "I'll urge A Lian to pay attention to the frequency."
"You also need to use some tricks and learn the skills to keep a man in bed. Do I have to teach you this?"
Wen Baozhu couldn't say a word. She could only nod awkwardly.
At this point, Li Wenshu was about to leave.
Just as she was about to go, she seemed to remember something and retracted her steps.
"Wen Baozhu, I'll give you half a month more. If you still haven't conceived naturally, we can arrange for in - vitro fertilization."
Wen Baozhu stiffened all over.
...
After seeing off Li Wenshu, Wen Baozhu got into the car.
The driver asked if she wanted to go home.
Wen Baozhu closed her eyes and said, "Let's go to the mall first."
It really came true to Li Wenshu's angry words. She really had to go shopping in Central now.
The prices here were extremely high and the land was very precious. If one's status wasn't noble enough, they didn't even have the qualification to go in and shop.
Of course, with the title of Mrs. Fu the Second, Wen Baozhu naturally had this qualification.
Since coming to Hong Kong, she had rarely gone shopping. Most of the time, she just bought daily necessities and seasonal clothes.
Moreover, Li Wenshu had told her to keep a low - profile. Even in such a large mall, there were only a few stores she usually visited.
She walked into the Victoria's Secret lingerie store she often went to. There were a few latest runway - design lingerie hanging inside.
Wen Baozhu was actually very conservative. She would blush at the ears just by taking a few more glances at those fancy and revealing sexy styles.
Most of the lingerie she bought were basic styles without much extra design.
When she was just entering puberty, it was her grandma who took her to choose lingerie. Her grandma measured her size and chose a pure - cotton and sweat - absorbing one.
Her grandma told her that lingerie should be mainly comfortable and soft, and other things were secondary.
As for being beautiful and gorgeous, that was a problem for the runway models to consider.
The salesgirls in the department store were very shrewd. They were very familiar with the basic information and dressing styles of the famous ladies and wealthy wives in the Hong Kong circle.
"Mrs. Fu the Second, these are our new daily - wear styles this quarter. They're very suitable for you."
The salesgirl led her directly to choose the ordinary styles according to her previous shopping habits.
But today, Wen Baozhu shook her head unexpectedly.
She walked in the opposite direction and stopped in front of a row of lingerie shelves with colorful, variously - designed and very revealing lingerie.
"Are you... Are you going to look at these new styles today?" The salesgirl was a little surprised.
She couldn't help but think to herself: Did Mrs. Fu the Second finally realize that her future husband, Fu Nian, was a playboy? Was she worried about losing her status as the fiancée and was going to show off her bedroom skills to secure her position as a wealthy lady?
Facing the surprised look of the salesgirl, Wen Baozhu bit her lips and tried to look calm.
"Yes. Please help me choose. Thank you."