Fu Corporation Headquarters
“I’m here to see President Fu.”
Lei Zhiying stood arrogantly at the front desk.
“Hello, do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked politely.
“No. My surname is Lei.”
Noting her haughty attitude, the receptionist still contacted the executive office.
“Assistant Li, there’s a Miss Lei here asking to see President Fu.”
After a brief wait, Ale’s voice came through: “Let her in.”
The receptionist gestured politely. “Miss Lei, sorry for the wait. This way, please.”
Lei Zhiying shot her a sideways glance, lifted the paper bag in her hand, and stepped into the elevator.
As the elevator doors opened, Ale was already waiting.
“Miss Lei, this way.”
The top-floor executive office was so quiet that even breathing felt subdued—only the sound of footsteps echoed.
Ale knocked, then pushed open the glass door.
Inside the grand office, a tall figure stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, speaking on the phone. When he hung up and turned around—
Their eyes met.
Fu Haoyan frowned slightly.
Why her? Not Lei Shaoxin?
“Young Master Fu, I’m really sorry about what happened that night,” Lei Zhiying said, stepping past Ale and walking toward him.
“I came specially to apologize.” She lifted the paper bag containing a shirt.
Fu Haoyan gave Ale a look. Ale immediately understood.
“Miss Lei, there’s no need to go out of your way to apologize. President Fu has a meeting shortly.”
He took the bag from her hand.
Up close, Ale’s slicked-back hair and the deep scar cutting through the end of his right eyebrow were striking—almost intimidating.
Lei Zhiying avoided his gaze, turned, and quickly left the office—leaving behind the lingering scent of her strong perfume.
Fu Haoyan walked over to the sofa, clearly displeased.
“Ale, don’t let anyone with the surname Lei step into Fu Corporation again. Throw that shirt away.”
“But… you were the one who let her in,” Ale muttered under his breath.
Fu Haoyan shot him an annoyed look. “Li Le, get out and make it clear.”
Ale hurried out with the bag.
“Wait.”
He stopped.
Fu Haoyan swirled the ice in his glass, the clinking sound sharp in the silence.
“Lei Shaoxin can come in.”
“Understood.”
The office fell quiet again.
Fu Haoyan lifted his arm and sniffed, frowning at the lingering perfume on him. He grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed to the washroom for a shower.
Law Office
When Lei Shaoxin pushed open the door, Mike and the Hong Kong lawyer were already waiting.
“Miss Lei, the paperwork for the Repulse Bay villa has been completed,” the lawyer said, pointing at the documents. “Just sign here.”
Lei Shaoxin picked up a pen and signed. “Alright, thank you.”
Once everything was settled, she left the office with Mike.
“Shaoxin, all the inheritance matters here in Hong Kong are now finalized. My job is done—I’ll be heading back to the UK. Take care of yourself here.”
After saying that, Mike got into a black business car waiting by the roadside.
The car slowly disappeared into traffic.
Lei Shaoxin stood there, staring absentmindedly at the tram tracks.
“Where do you live, little sister?”
A tall boy and a shorter girl sat side by side on the tram.
Lei Shaoxin looked up at him. “Repulse Bay.”
“Then I’ll pick you up every day, okay? So you won’t get bullied again.”
“Okay! You’re the best, big brother!”
Fu Haoyan couldn’t resist pinching her chubby cheeks.
Ding ding ding—the tram bell rang as it stopped, and he took her hand as they got off.
From then on, he showed up every day as promised. She insisted on riding the tram, and he indulged her—even when it wasn’t on his way.
Those days only lasted three months.
After that, she left for the UK, and they never saw each other again.
She never even asked his name. All she remembered was that he called her “Ding Ding” every day—because she always wanted to ride the tram.
Thinking back on those days, Lei Shaoxin lowered her head and smiled faintly.
From a distance, Fu Haoyan watched her.
At 170 cm tall, slim and striking, she stood out easily in the crowd. Her curly hair was tied into a high ponytail, and the soft smile on her face was captivating.
Honk, honk—
The sudden sound of a car horn snapped her back to reality.
A red sports car had stopped by the roadside. Startled by the engine’s roar, she jumped slightly.
The driver rolled down the window.
“Miss Lei, where are you headed?”
She bent slightly to look inside. “President Fu? What are you doing here?”
“I had some business nearby. Get in—I’ll give you a ride.”
They had already met at the banquet not long ago, so she didn’t think much of it. She opened the door and got in.
In an instant, the car filled with a faint scent of rose and fruit.
Fu Haoyan found it unexpectedly pleasant.
“I’m going to buy a car,” Lei Shaoxin replied, answering his earlier question as she got into the car.
A smile tugged at Fu Haoyan’s lips. “Perfect—I’ve got time. I’ll go test-drive with you.”
Instead of a dealership, he drove her straight to a racetrack.
So this was his idea of a test drive.
The sports car roared across the track, drifting through sharp turns. Tires screeched against the asphalt, white smoke billowing from the rear wheels.
The speed was so fast it blurred into streaks of motion, kicking up clouds of dust behind them. They circled the track three times before finally stopping.
When the car came to a halt, Lei Shaoxin’s face lit up with excitement.
“Wow, President Fu—you’ve got some serious driving skills.”
Fu Haoyan smiled as he looked at her. “Call me Haoyan. You’re not scared? Most girls would be.”
“Not at all.”
He found her… unexpectedly thrilling.
Lei Shaoxin unbuckled her seatbelt. “Then call me Shaoxin.”
They got out of the car together, and in the end, she chose a cement-gray sports car.
“Haoyan, since you helped me test-drive, do you have time later? I’ll treat you to a meal.”
Still buzzing with excitement, she practically bounced as she walked ahead.
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve got time.”
“I just got back to Hong Kong—I’m not too familiar with the area yet. You pick the place.”
Fu Haoyan took her to a Western restaurant.
They were the only table there—it had clearly been reserved entirely.
Seated by the window, they had a full view of Victoria Harbour at night.
He was wearing a black shirt, the top two buttons undone, giving him a more relaxed, almost lazy charm—very different from the formal impression he gave before.
Sitting across from him, she noticed just how broad his shoulders were.
“Not sure if you’re used to Cantonese food,” he said. “That’s why I chose Western.”
“I am,” she replied. “I lived in Hong Kong for ten years when I was younger. I only moved to the UK later.”
She paused, then asked casually, “Haoyan… have you always lived in Hong Kong?”
Earlier that day, her memories had stirred something familiar about him. This was her way of testing it.
“Not entirely,” he said. “I was here until my final year of high school, then went to the UK for university. I only came back two years ago because of some family matters.”
She blinked, surprised. “That’s such a coincidence—you went to the UK too. Do you think we might’ve run into each other before?”
He raised an eyebrow, his tone unreadable. “It’s possible.”
He glanced down at his phone, typed a few messages, then looked out the window.
Meanwhile, Lei Shaoxin focused on her dessert.
Fu Haoyan watched her, gently swirling his wine glass, the faint smile on his lips never fading.
“Shaoxin, look.”
She turned sharply toward the window.
Fireworks burst into the night sky, red light illuminating her face.
She tilted her head up, captivated by the display.
But Fu Haoyan wasn’t looking at the fireworks at all—his gaze never left her.
At that exact moment, a waiter quietly snapped a photo.
“Why are there fireworks? They’re beautiful,” she said, turning back toward him.
Their eyes met—and from the look on his face, she immediately guessed it had been his doing.
“Thank you, Haoyan.”
She was genuinely happy that night.
And of course—he didn’t let her pay for the meal.
As Fu Haoyan settled the bill, the waiter handed him the receipt—along with the Polaroid photo.
Ale was already waiting in the parking lot.
As soon as they got into the car, Fu Haoyan said, “Ale, take Shaoxin back to the Lei residence.”
Since he had been drinking, he didn’t drive the car himself.
“I said I’d treat you,” Lei Shaoxin said, a little embarrassed.
“Give me your phone. You can owe me for now,” he said, entering his number into her phone. “I’ll call you when I decide what I want to eat.”
Then he reached into his pocket and took out the Polaroid.
Seeing it, Lei Shaoxin pinched it between her fingers and looked closely.
She hadn’t noticed it being taken.
In the photo, neither of them was looking at the camera—her soft profile glowing under the red fireworks, while he looked at her. The firelight created a perfect, almost cinematic atmosphere.
Fu Haoyan took the photo back and slipped it into his wallet.
The car slowly came to a stop.
“Miss Lei, we’ve arrived,” Ale said.
She got out of the car.
Fu Haoyan watched her figure grow smaller in the distance.
He hadn’t expected that the fireworks he once planned… would only be given to her now.
He had wanted to give them to her on her eighteenth birthday.
From the front seat, Ale glanced at the rearview mirror. The moment their eyes met, Fu Haoyan understood.
He said calmly, “Well done tonight. Your year-end bonus will be increased by 50%.”
“Thank you, President Fu.”
Ale couldn’t hide his satisfaction.
After all, he had arranged this entire fireworks display the very day after Lei Shaoxin returned to Hong Kong—applying early for permits and preparing everything in advance.