After the prestigious Fu family, the next most powerful clan in Hong Kong had once been the Xu family. Back then, the Fu and Xu families were evenly matched. As the Xu family’s only daughter, Xu Yuqiao had married in grand style. At that time, Lei Jiu was just a young man fresh out of society. It was Xu Yuqiao who supported him, helping him build his career step by step until Lei Corporation was established.
But later, he abandoned his wife and daughter. Xu Yuqiao left for Weigelan, while Lei Real Estate successfully went public, and Lei Jiu married Gao Man.
Xu Yuqiao’s parents had no talent for business, so her grandfather handed the entire Xu family business over to her. After Xu Yuqiao’s death, the family was left without a leader. Not long after, her grief-stricken parents also passed away.
From then on, the Xu family disappeared from Hong Kong entirely, and the vast inheritance fell into Lei Shaoxin’s hands.
That was how the Xu family’s lawyer, Mike, explained it.
When Fu Haoyan returned home, he saw A-Feng sitting in the living room. Hearing the door, A-Feng looked up and gestured upstairs, indicating that Lei Shaoxin was there.
Originally worried about leaving her alone, A-Feng felt reassured once Fu Haoyan arrived and prepared to leave. Before going, he told him about Lei Jiu coming to see Lei Shaoxin.
Upstairs, Lei Shaoxin stood on the balcony, her arms resting on the railing as she stared into the distance. Leaves rustled in the wind below.
Her mind replayed the scene of Lei Jiu kneeling before her over and over again. She kept asking herself the same question—had she gone too far?
Fu Haoyan walked onto the balcony, a light blanket draped over his arm. He noticed her dress fluttering slightly in the breeze.
When the blanket settled over her shoulders, it pulled her back from her thoughts.
Without turning around, she adjusted it and said quietly,
“Fu Haoyan… the wind’s picking up.”
It was the first time she had called him by his full name. He understood immediately—she was conflicted. She still had a soft heart.
Neither of them spoke again. Only the sound of leaves rustling filled the silence, along with the faint scent of rose.
The next morning, still half-asleep, Lei Shaoxin reached out beside her—only to find the space empty.
Groggy, she grabbed her phone to check the time. Normally, Fu Haoyan would be the one sleeping in, but today he had gotten up before her.
She slipped on a robe and walked out of the bedroom.
Hearing movement in the kitchen, she padded over in her slippers.
Lei Shaoxin didn’t like having outsiders in the house, so cooking naturally fell to Fu Haoyan. Cleaning staff only came by after they left each day.
He stood in the kitchen in his pajamas, frying eggs.
She opened the fridge, poured two glasses of milk, and followed him to the dining room as he brought out breakfast.
Noticing there was only one serving, she asked,
“Aren’t you eating?”
“I already did,” he replied, taking the milk and drinking it in big gulps before heading toward the walk-in closet and then out the door.
Lei Shaoxin ate slowly. Her phone lit up on the table.
It was a message from Song Kewei—he had declined her offer to sign with her.
She shrugged, tapped her screen a few times, and sent him the contract for a New Year’s music festival performance, along with the organizer’s contact details.
After finishing breakfast, she went to the closet to change.
Among rows of plain suits, one stood out—a black pinstriped suit she had once given him. She didn’t know when he had brought it here.
Unlike the others, it was carefully sealed in a garment bag, out of place among his usual wardrobe.
Only then did she realize—this wasn’t his style. She had never seen him wear it. The fact that it was kept so carefully wrapped likely meant he didn’t like it.
When she got into the car, she shut the door a little harder than usual.
In the driver’s seat, A-Feng flinched slightly and glanced at the rearview mirror.
It was December, and the streets of Hong Kong were already filled with a strong Christmas atmosphere.
When they arrived at Fu Corporation, Lei Shaoxin went to Fu Haoyan’s office, only to find he was still in a meeting.
A-Feng sat on the sofa, casually flipping through a financial magazine.
Lei Shaoxin sat in the executive chair, looking at the muscular man in front of her.
She suddenly felt that she needed someone more capable and well-rounded by her side.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she turned to the computer and, using Fu Corporation’s official recruitment account, posted a job listing for a personal assistant.
The HR director was the first to catch wind of it. Thinking there had been some oversight in his department, he didn’t recall any plan to hire an assistant.
Pretending to have business, he grabbed a file and went to the assistant’s desk to probe for information.
Standing at the office door, he tilted his chin slightly.
“Is Mr. Fu in?”
The assistant shook her head and lowered her voice.
“He’s in a meeting. Miss Lei is inside.”
The HR director nodded and quickly left the executive floor.
After the meeting, as Fu Haoyan passed by the assistant’s desk, he was reminded that Lei Shaoxin was in his office.
The moment he stepped in, he met A-Feng’s eyes. A-Feng gave him a subtle look.
Sensing the heavy tension around Lei Shaoxin, Fu Haoyan immediately understood—he was walking into a storm.
A-Feng quickly slipped out, making a tactical retreat.
Fu Haoyan walked toward the desk.
“Boss, what are your instructions?”
She was flipping through the company’s annual gala proposal without looking up.
“Does Fu Corporation always host such large-scale annual parties?”
“Not really. Just this year,” he replied.
She looked up at him.
“I’m hiring an assistant.”
He nodded.
“I’ll inform HR.”
“I already used the company account to post the job listing.”
With that, she closed the file expressionlessly and stood up.
He caught her hand.
“Are you mad?”
“I’m meeting Wenzi for shopping,” she said lightly, pulling her hand away as she walked out.
During the meeting, Fu Haoyan couldn’t focus. He had even messaged A-Feng, but got no clear answer.
He kept checking his phone over and over, frowning—Lei Shaoxin hadn’t sent him a single message.
The executives exchanged glances. Eventually, he couldn’t sit still any longer and abruptly ended the meeting.
He left work early and returned home, only to find the sofa covered in shopping bags.
He walked over and buried his face in her neck.
“Who made you mad?”
She pushed him away, clearly annoyed.
“You.”
He said nothing, just looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“Why don’t you ever wear the suit I gave you?”
He let out a helpless laugh.
“So you’ve been mad this whole time because of that? I don’t wear it because I don’t want to ruin it. I’m saving it for an important occasion… like—”
He paused deliberately.
“Our wedding.”
“Who said I’m marrying you?” Her cheeks flushed red as she hugged her new clothes and ran off to the closet.
He watched her go, a teasing grin on his face.
Within two days of posting the job ad, hundreds of resumes poured in. Fu Corporation was famous in Hong Kong for its high salaries and excellent benefits—everyone wanted in.
After HR filtered the applications, Lei Shaoxin conducted several rounds of interviews, but none of the candidates satisfied her.
HR sent over another batch of resumes. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, she browsed through them on her laptop.
An assistant knocked and entered to deliver documents, along with a package.
Fu Haoyan wasn’t in the office at the time.
The assistant neatly sorted and labeled the documents, laying them out on the desk, placing the package on top before leaving.
Spotting a few promising resumes, Lei Shaoxin reached for a pen—only to realize there wasn’t one nearby.
She set her laptop aside and walked over to the desk.
As she picked up a pen and turned around, her gaze brushed over the stack of documents—and the package on top.
The shipping label showed it had been sent by A Le from Weigelan.
It was a thin envelope. She didn’t pay it much attention.