boyutpedia Chapter 465 Playing the Piano in Public in the Square on the Eve of the Wedding
Chapter 465 Playing the Piano in Public in the Square on the Eve of the Wedding
"Sir, Miss, welcome back." Butler Fink, dressed in his butler uniform and wearing his usual white gloves, led a team of bodyguards and servants to greet them at the manor.
Fu Qiyuan nodded calmly.
Fu Ziyan, standing beside him, smiled and said, "It's been a long time, Fink. How have you been?"
Compared to Fu Qiyuan, who only stayed at the manor for a few days occasionally when he was on a business trip to England, Fu Ziyan lived in this manor for a full four years. During her school years, Fink took care of all her daily needs, including shopping, going out to parties, and maintaining external relationships. In addition to their employer-employer relationship, she also developed a closer relationship with the butler, Fink.
“Thank you for your greetings, I’m doing well.” Fink gave the elegant smile typical of an English butler, following behind the couple to report on his work, “The dresses and accessories custom-made for the wedding have been placed in the master and young lady’s dressing room…”
"The latest information on various families and connections within London's elite circles during this period..."
"Among the guests attending the wedding tomorrow..."
After reporting the recent important information, Fink looked at Fu Ziyan again: "Miss Evie left a message on the phone yesterday, asking you not to forget to contact her after you return to London."
Thinking of her good friend whom she hadn't seen for half a year, Fu Ziyan smiled and said, "Okay."
After washing up and changing, and trying on the dress she would wear to the wedding the next day to make sure it was perfect, she leaned back on the sofa and dialed Evie's number with a smile.
“Selene, I’ve been waiting for you so long, you’re finally back!” Evie’s exaggerated tone was full of joy.
Fu Ziyan chuckled at her tone: "It's my honor that you remembered!"
Evie chuckled and shared her daily life and recent interesting events in London with Fu Ziyan in a light and cheerful voice.
"I bet the royal jewelers and haute couture studios have made a killing these past few months..."
“Speaking of which, I don’t know if you’ve heard, Selene, that the Crown Princess’s wedding dress was 7.62 meters long and her veil was 6 meters long,” Evie exclaimed. “The royal family spent a huge sum of 48 million US dollars to customize this wedding dress and shoes. I heard that the designers, David and his wife, spent six months on it, and they even had to adjust the space in the wedding car because the skirt was too long.”
7.62 meters?
Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but imagine—was she going to clean the floor at the wedding venue?
As for the $48 million, Fu Ziyan didn't think it was a problem. Leaving aside the fact that a wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and spending any amount of money is worthwhile, the fact that it was the Crown Prince's wedding alone justified the royal family's huge expenditure.
This is the kind of prestige expected of the British royal family.
Even though the king no longer holds real power, he remains a symbol of the country, and the crown prince's wedding can still attract the attention of the entire nation.
"The streets of London are so lively tonight, Selene, do you want to come out and have some fun?"
The dazzling lights, refracted by the gilded teacup, reflected into the dimples on Fu Ziyan's lips.
Tiny dust particles floated in the air, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the study.
After finishing processing the documents from the UK branch, Fu Qiyuan stepped out of his study only to find the building eerily quiet. Slightly puzzled, he beckoned the butler to ask, "Where is Miss?"
Fink lowered his head and said respectfully, "Sir, Miss Evie left an hour ago with her bodyguards to look for her."
A hint of helplessness flashed across Fu Qiyuan's eyes.
He said his Titi didn't seem like the type to stay home quietly for an afternoon, and sure enough, she was right.
Fu Ziyan, who was being thought of by her father, was having a blast.
She and several close friends from college gathered at a restaurant upstairs in Piccadilly Circus, surrounded by upbeat rock music and the cheerful laughter of her friends.
Looking out the window, I could see patriotic music and pop songs playing from a makeshift sound system in the plaza below. People were calling out to each other, singing and dancing. Further away, residents had secured good spots to watch tomorrow's wedding parade. They had brought food and drinks and sat along the route of St. Paul's Cathedral. Groups of people wearing Queen's coats of arms and waving Union Jacks came and went, their chatter, singing, and sharing of food creating a cacophony of sounds—it was like a large open-air party.
Violetta suggested with a mischievous grin, "How about the loser go downstairs to the square and dance?"
"Woo~~~"
"Stimulate!"
"Violetta is so mean!"
Agreed!
Everyone agreed to Violetta's suggestion with the "bad intention" of watching the fun, but in reality, fueled by competitiveness and a desire to see the excitement, after round after round of playing the game cards, no one escaped the punishment of going downstairs to dance.
This has caused trouble for the bodyguards accompanying the young ladies.
Students like them, who are eligible for the Young Eagle Class, are basically groomed heirs by their families, and the slightest loss is unacceptable. Yet these young ladies, having too much fun, wanted to perform in the crowd downstairs, posing a significant risk...
The bodyguards who followed Fu Ziyan also felt bitter; their young lady had also lost and gone downstairs.
How could they forget their young lady's playful nature? She was caught racing cars by her husband before, and her bodyguards had their bonuses docked. They mustn't let anything happen this time!
Fu Ziyan was unaware of the gods and Buddhas the bodyguard was chanting in his mind, but she didn't dance either.
There was a piano in the square, which no one knew who had moved there. Since no one was playing it at the moment, Fu Ziyan sat down and played a waltz.
At first, she was playing alone, but then the music stopped playing and Fu Ziyan's gentle piano music filled the square, and the crowd of dancers started dancing along with the music.
When someone gets tired of jumping, they take out a video camera to record it.
Beneath a deep blue sky, the city lights twinkled like stars. Elegant, bright piano music drifted on the breeze, as graceful dancers surrounded a black piano. An oriental girl in a pink and white dress, her eyes lowered, a smile playing on her lips, her long, flowing black hair cascading over her shoulders, bathed in the quiet moonlight.
After the song ended, Fu Ziyan turned around gracefully and bowed slightly in greeting.
A voice, growing louder from one direction, called out, "One more song!" Violetta and the others leaned out of the window upstairs and joined in the chant, "One more song!"
Fu Ziyan curved her lips into a smile, stepped back upstairs, and the crowd dispersed automatically as she passed by.
"Selene is so good at playing the piano!"
"Selene looks like a fairy when she plays the piano!"
Amidst the laughter and chatter of her friends, Fu Ziyan smiled and looked around before settling into her seat. Her gaze fell on Violetta, who was cheering the loudest, and she called out, "One more round?"
"Come!"
Although everyone was having a good time, they still knew their limits. The last game ended at 9:15 and everyone dispersed, since they had to attend a wedding the next day.
Fu Ziyan walked briskly upstairs to return to her room, only to be blocked at the bottom of the stairs by Fu Qiyuan, who appeared out from around the corner.
She instinctively widened her eyes and said guiltily, "Dad."
I only realized after I said it that I hadn't done anything wrong today.
Fu Qiyuan's expression was gentle. He lowered his eyes, gently tapped his daughter's forehead with his finger, and said in a deep voice, "So you've finally decided to come back? You only arrived in London this afternoon, and you went out this evening."
“Hmm,” Fu Ziyan bit her lip and smiled sweetly, “I didn’t drive today, I just sat in the restaurant with Violeta and the others.”
Fu Qiyuan glanced at Titi with a half-smile, emphasizing his words: "Hmm, you didn't play with cars today. So you did before?"
Fu Ziyan shut up, blinked innocently, and didn't dare to say another word.
"No more video games in your room, go to sleep early."
"Yes, sir." The words had barely left her lips when Fu Ziyan darted through the gap her father had left and ran back to her room, her voice echoing down the hallway, "Goodnight, Daddy~"
Fu Qiyuan remained where he was, shaking his head with a light laugh.