Chapter 10, Meeting Old Friends

I certainly hope so said Mo Chengfeng, not at all concealing his interest in Fu Qingliu, with a smile.

I chose that gentle mare, but did not ride her; I simply held the reins and walked ahead, leisurely leading her along the edge of the running track.

Fu Qingliu then released her wrist, leisurely clapping his hands. Under the astonished and incredulous gazes of several people, he slowly said: "Do not touch me casually, you uncultured thing, or next time it will not be as simple as just breaking your wrist."

"All the horses in that row already have owners, miss. Would you like to buy one?" If a guest is interested in a particular horse, they can certainly purchase it and have it boarded here for care, as long as they pay for the service

Mo Chengfeng still did not understand what Xu Ya was saying, but when he heard Xu Ya mention that Fu Qingliu had a child, he was shocked and widened his eyes, a sudden feeling of being deceived surged in his heart. Wasn't it said that the child was not hers?

"Even if you were to give me this thoroughbred horse worth at least five hundred thousand, I would not sell that painting to you for a single cent less," Fu Qingliu said with a smile that was not quite a smile, looking at him. In that moment, the charm he exuded left Mo Chengfeng momentarily stunned. He could not tell whether it was the dust from the racetrack or the dazzling sunlight, but he felt that those eyes appeared too hazy, making it difficult for him to see clearly. This instinctively prompted him to reach out and brush away the annoying dust, but Fu Qingliu had already withdrawn that charm, returning to his previous lazy, calm, and indifferent demeanor.

He sat high upon a magnificent steed, backlit by the sun, dressed in a gray riding outfit, with white fitted trousers and nearly knee-high black boots. His brown, shoulder-length curly hair was all tied back, and he wore a black riding helmet. Beneath the brim was a face with exquisite and three-dimensional features, sharp enough to be almost unapproachable. His deep, piercing eyes looked down at Fu Qingliu, resembling a proud knight riding in from ancient Rome.

Ahhhhh! Xu Ya's scream, almost fainting from the pain, echoed throughout the entire racetrack

"What is it? Aya, do you know this lady who seems reluctant to play with us?" asked the man in the red riding outfit with a cheerful smile

As she reached out to pull back the mare's reins, Fu Qingliu prepared to leave, but she saw a black steed galloping towards her with remarkable speed, leaving a cloud of dust behind. A person was riding on it, and under the brilliant sunlight, she could not see clearly until it suddenly came to a halt right in front of her. The horse raised its front legs high, and the shadow it cast evoked a sense of panic as if one might be trampled by it.

At the racetrack, there are people racing horses, the hooves kicking up dust, and the sounds of neighing mingling with the hearty laughter of men and women

This is an English Thoroughbred, a consistently victorious breed at the Hong Kong City Racecourse. However, this particular horse is raised here by Young Master Su. If this is your first visit to our club, I suggest you first try this gentle mare. She is very docile and beautiful, and you will definitely like her

Uh ... Mr. Fu's horse is being ridden, so ...

The man dressed in a red riding outfit glanced at Fu Qingliu and, with a teasing expression, said to Mo Chengfeng: "Is this the beauty you brought along?"

Fu Qingliu possesses a black club membership card, which was given to her by Xia Junning, but she has never used it.

Qing City is a first-tier city in M Province, yet it has a slower pace of life compared to other first-tier cities. This is because it is renowned as an art city in the country, hosting three well-known art galleries and many artists who have settled here. Art signifies meticulous craftsmanship, which contributes to the city's comfortable and rich artistic atmosphere. Even the entertainment activities here seem less extravagant than those in the bustling, vibrant cities.

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The Black Plum Club is the only large equestrian club in Qing City, remarkably integrated into this city filled with artistic atmosphere, much like a tall and distinctive green sapling standing out in a garden of vibrant flowers; although it seems peculiar, it still belongs to the same world as them

Mo Chengfeng led his horse, following Fu Qingliu, who passed by individuals on horseback. However, it seemed that everyone here was young.

Fu Qingliu suddenly raised his hand to grasp Xu Ya's wrist, which was reaching towards her chin, and casually pinched it.

She grabbed a handful of hair, casually tore the paper off the drawing board, kicked the board aside, tossed the brush into the pen holder, and got up to step over the messy floor to find clothes in the wardrobe. After rummaging for a long time, she finally found a set of horse riding attire that had been stored away for too long and was wrinkled.

Fu Qingliu stood in front of the gentle mare mentioned by the caretaker. She saw the chestnut mare looking at her, its large, glistening eyes possessing a charm that could soften anyone's heart. Fu Qingliu curled her lips slightly and reached out to stroke it, then casually asked, "How many horses already have owners?"

It is really you!" Mo Chengfeng looked at Fu Qingliu in surprise, and with a very agile motion, he dismounted from the horse that had not yet completely stopped, leading the horse and casually following beside Fu Qingliu

What? Fu Qingliu? Wait a moment, you can't be referring to that... Those two men excitedly ran over, standing beside Xu Ya and looking at her with the gaze of someone who has just encountered something astonishing

Xu Ya had already released her horse and walked a few steps to block Fu Qingliu's path, her gaze sweeping over Fu Qingliu's face without courtesy. Then, a look of affirmation mixed with mockery appeared on her face: "Indeed, it is Fu Qingliu! Everyone, come and take a look, this is Fu Qingliu, the Fu family's eldest daughter, who was in the same class as us back then. Fu Qingliu, do you still remember me? I am Xu Ya, we were classmates at Liusilan Academy."

Mo Chengfeng followed them with a puzzled expression. He was from the port city and had rarely come to the mainland, so he was not very familiar with many of the gossip surrounding the upper class on the mainland. He glanced at Fu Qingliu, whose expression remained indifferent and aloof, and then looked at the three seemingly inexplicably excited individuals, asking, "Hey, what are you talking about?"

Dressed in jeans, high-top boots, and a white shirt, Fu Qingliu strolled leisurely into the stable, with batches of various expensive thoroughbreds on either side, some snorting at her while others lowered their heads to eat feed, as the stable attendants warmly followed her.

Fu Qingliu noticed that both gentlemen were young and clearly from wealthy families, showing no interest in conversing with them. Leading the horse, she intended to pass by them when she heard the voice of a young lady, sounding somewhat surprised and slightly probing, "By the way, is this Fu Qingliu?"

There were three people in front, holding horses and gathering together: a young lady and two young gentlemen. In contrast to them, Fu Qingliu appeared particularly unprofessional. Everyone knew that one needed to change into riding attire to go horseback riding, yet she was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, which, although seemingly out of place, did not make her look shabby in the slightest.

Fu Qingliu sat in the room, suddenly inspired to paint. As she painted, she discovered that she had created a peculiar white jade vase. When she came to her senses and saw the painting, she was startled. This was all due to Fu Yixun, the man who looked so artistic and dressed so artistically, yet had such a neurotic personality. The contrast between his appearance and the impression his temperament gave was so great that even the carefree Fu Qingliu firmly remembered him. Anyone could easily remember him, whether it was because of his appearance or his neurotic character. The man looked so artistic and dressed so artistically, yet had such a neurotic personality. The contrast between his appearance and the impression his temperament gave was so great that even the carefree Fu Qingliu firmly remembered him. Anyone could easily remember him, whether it was because of his appearance or his neurotic character.

Oh..." Fu Qingliu looked at the riding outfit from who knows how many years ago with disgust. A few seconds later, she threw it on the ground. She would rather wear jeans and a white shirt than don this thing to the Black Plum Club

Mo Shao, don't you know? This is Fu Qingliu, the eldest daughter of the Fu family, who was once a renowned genius in Lan City. If she hadn't done such a thing, she would certainly still be very famous now. Ah, no, actually she is still quite famous, but unfortunately, it is for infamy. Speaking of which, is your child a son or a daughter? They should be 10 years old now, right?" Xu Ya walked up to Fu Qingliu, mockingly reaching out to lift her chin. To be honest, she had always disliked Fu Qingliu because she was too outstanding, so exceptional that they couldn't compare even if they rode dozens of horses. This person, too, had always been proud, as if she were a level above them, completely disdainful of joining them, and equally dismissive of them joining her. Now that she had the chance to mock her, how could she possibly let it slip by?

Ah! Xu Ya's scream, reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered, rang out, startling the others. They hurriedly rushed forward to assist Xu Ya, only to see Fu Qingliu suddenly pressing down hard on the back of Xu Ya's hand, applying pressure.

The caretaker quickly revealed the information that Fu Qingliu wanted. The Hei Mei Club has a strong commitment to the confidentiality of its guests' privacy. If Fu Qingliu were to enter and ask whether Fu Yixun was inside, even a minor caretaker would definitely inform him that they did not know. At the same time, Fu Yixun would receive news that a woman was inquiring about his information, which could lead to complications. It is said that Fu Yixun has a peculiar temperament and does not appreciate being disturbed by work-related matters while enjoying his vacation. If that were to happen, she would definitely be kicked out.

Fu Qingliu surveyed the people at the racetrack, uncertain of which one was Fu Yixun. Of course, in her view, Master Fu Yixun must be either a gentle and refined man or a middle-aged man with a stern and eccentric temperament, at least around forty years old. How unfortunate, Fu Yixun was like a clear stream, with not a shred of information beyond a name and a widely circulated artwork.

Do you like it? Mo Chengfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes containing certain information, "I can give it to you"

Suddenly, a whistle sounded. Behind came the sound of galloping hooves.

I previously saw the horse ridden by Master Fu Yixun, which greatly appealed to my taste; please take me to see it.

Fu Qingliu lazily glanced at him, then her gaze settled on his horse, and she spoke slowly, "The horse is not bad"