"Honey, open the door first, I have something to tell you."
Huo Beian knocked on the door anxiously.
"I won't open it. Huo Beian, you big liar."
Song Ning leaned against the door, her eyes filled with tears.
Just now, she saw the news trending on social media; it's gone viral across the entire internet.
Everyone knows that Lian Sicheng is about to marry Qiu Ya.
After marriage, one can inherit Mr. Lian's billions of shares.
As expected, Huo Beian abandoned her for money.
Saying you'll love her forever is just bullshit.
Men are all big pigs.
"Wife, could you please open the door and let me explain?" Huo Beian asked anxiously.
"I won't listen. What exactly are you trying to explain? Are you going to tell me that you have some hidden difficulties in your marriage to Qiu Ya? Ha! What difficulties could there be? Tell me!"
Just as Huo Beian was about to speak, he saw a neighbor passing by downstairs, and someone recognized him.
Are you Lian Sicheng?
Huo Beian had no choice but to lower his head and cover his face, "You've mistaken me for someone else, I'm not."
The man picked up his phone, looked at the news, and exclaimed excitedly, "I'm not mistaken, you're Lian Sicheng from the news!"
Fearing that staying any longer would cause trouble, Huo Beian had no choice but to leave in a hurry.
When Song Ning heard that there was no more movement outside, she opened the door, only to find that no one was there.
"Huo Bei'an is gone..."
She bit her lip and angrily slammed the door shut.
He said he needed to explain, but he ran off before he finished.
snort.
At that moment, Song Ning saw a WeChat message from Zhu Yichen.
[Little sister, I saw the news. Are you okay? I'm downstairs from your place. Want to come out for a bit? Your big brother will take you for a drive.]
Song Ning walked to the window and saw a limited-edition Ferrari parked outside.
Zhu Yichen leaned against the car door, his hands in his pockets, wearing a well-tailored white golf outfit. He stood tall and straight, wearing sunglasses, looking unruly.
Song Ning thought for a moment, since Huo Beian could get engaged to another woman, she could also go for a drive with another man.
snort.
Thinking of this, Song Ning wiped away her tears, took out her cosmetics to touch up her makeup, and went downstairs.
Zhu Yichen was pleasantly surprised to see Song Ning walk out with such exquisite makeup.
"My dear sister. I thought you weren't coming."
He noticed that her eyes were very red, and although she had touched up her makeup, it was still clear that she had been crying.
"Brother, thank you for coming all this way to comfort me."
"No need to thank me, come on, get in the car, I'll take you for a drive."
After saying that, Zhu Yichen opened the car door, and Song Ning got in.
"Sit still."
Zhu Yichen started the car and drove towards the suburbs.
He took Song Ning to a golf course in the suburbs.
It is located on a mountain in a scenic area, with beautiful scenery.
"Come on, little sister, I'll take you to play golf."
On the lush green golf course, every blade of grass shimmered with tiny sparkles. A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the fragrance of fresh grass...
Song Ning was wearing a light pink athletic skirt. She gripped the golf club tightly in her hand, looking somewhat nervous and helpless.
After all, this is a ball sport of the upper class, and she simply doesn't know how to play it.
"Don't worry, little sister, I'll teach you."
Zhu Yichen walked behind Song Ning, slowly reached out his hands, and gently took Song Ning's small hands in his. He leaned down slightly, his chest gently pressing against Song Ning's back.
Song Ning felt her heart race as she smelled the faint scent of men's cologne on Zhu Yichen.
"Pay attention to your posture: feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent."
Zhu Yichen's voice rang in Song Ning's ears, and Song Ning's ears instantly became hot, and her cheeks flushed red.
This was the first time she had such close physical contact with a man other than Huo Beian since she returned from her time travel, and she felt a little nervous and shy.
Zhu Yichen guided Song Ning's hand and slowly raised the club. The muscles in his arm were firm and smooth, rising and falling slightly with the movement. "Relax your arm, don't use too much force."
As he spoke, he gently adjusted Song Ning's arm posture. When the club was in the right position, Zhu Yichen and Song Ning swung the club gently together.
With a "snap," the golf ball traced a beautiful arc through the air and flew into the distance.
Song Ning turned her head excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy, "I hit it! I hit it!"
Looking at Song Ning's radiant smile, Zhu Yichen felt a surge of emotion. "You did a great job. I knew you could do it."
"Thank you for teaching me, brother." Song Ning was very happy and began to practice playing ball.
The previous worries were temporarily put aside.
During halftime, the two sat under a sunshade and drank coffee.
Zhu Yichen then spoke up, "Little sister, Lian Sicheng is getting married. What are your plans for the future?"
Song Ning lowered her head, her mood suddenly becoming somewhat heavy. "I don't know."
“There are plenty of good men out there, little sister. You can find another one. Like me.” Zhu Yichen looked at her, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Song Ning looked up and met his burning gaze, then quickly lowered her head. "Brother, you're joking. I won't believe in love for now."
"That's true."
Zhu Yichen picked up his coffee and drank it all in one gulp, seemingly lost in thought...
After getting into the car, Huo Beian had no choice but to call Song Ning.
As a result, Song Ning blocked his phone number and WeChat account.
He knew this would cause a huge misunderstanding.
He had no choice but to return to his own home.
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