As the two were talking, the waiter was replacing their tea and snacks.
Suddenly, there was a lot of noise in the dining area next door, and people were also seen moving around in the corridor.
They seemed to be discussing something.
"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"
Adhering to the principle of never missing out on any juicy gossip, Ye Yuhe stopped a waiter and asked...
"It looks like a celebrity is coming?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Yuhe immediately lost interest and pouted, saying:
"Celebrities? That's nothing special!"
He casually pointed towards the pool table below and said, "Weren't there quite a few over there?"
The waiter shook his head, then said excitedly:
"Different? She's a stunningly beautiful top-tier idol with hundreds of millions of fans on social media—Yun Yang."
Seeing that neither of them responded, she added, as if seeking validation.
"She can also sing Kunqu Opera; she's an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage!"
The waiters were still chattering, and the two of them neither interrupted nor showed any interest.
Ye Yuhe suggested going to the golf course.
The waiter led the way out of the dimly lit private seating area, and only then could she see the two people clearly.
Whether it's her temperament, appearance, or fashion sense, she's definitely on par with, and perhaps even surpasses, those celebrities.
Indeed, those who can afford to relax in this private club are all high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals.
He instantly felt ashamed of his rash behavior, but the two seemed completely unconcerned.
They entered the golf course chatting and laughing.
The stadium was quite lively.
From a distance outside the fence, you could see a person wearing a white baseball cap on the green field in Zone A.
A beautiful woman wearing a light blue polo shirt and a white skirt was swinging a golf club; the surrounding area had been cleared out.
As the club swings behind you, your body is also in a state of exertion.
The perfectly proportioned, twisted pose, with her fair and slender legs accentuated by taut muscles,
Under the sunlight, the graceful lines appear even more sculpted and shimmer with a captivating pearlescent sheen.
Attracting everyone's attention, he took one shot...
The white golf ball arced through the air, rolled on the grass, and landed perfectly in the hole.
Then, thunderous applause erupted from the rest area under the parasols not far away. Many people ran over to take the golf clubs, hand out water, and wipe their sweat—the service was impeccable.
"Whose daughter is this? Such a grand entrance! Yangyang, do you know her?"
"How long has it been since I've been to Haicheng? Even you, the know-it-all, don't know, how would I know?"
Chu Wuyang countered with a question,
She raised an eyebrow and teased.
"How was it? Did you fall short of the competition?"
Ye Yuhe glanced at her sideways, a hint of disdain in her eyes.
"How could that be? I'm just wondering, are there any famous socialites in Haicheng that I don't know about?"
"But we'll find out who it is by going to meet them, won't we?"
After saying that, he strode into the stadium, but was stopped by security at the entrance.
Ye Yuhe became even more curious; who exactly was it?
"Sorry, this is a private area and entry is not permitted."
"I know the people inside, really. If you don't believe me, go in and ask. Just say you're Ye Yuhe from the Ye family, and your boss will definitely let me in."
She refused to believe that anyone in Haicheng didn't know her name. At least in Haicheng, introducing herself was a surefire way to gain recognition.
The two security guards exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison, perhaps thinking she was a fraud.
A blank expression and a mechanical voice drove her away.
"Please leave,"
Ye Yuhe opened her large, grape-like eyes in surprise. "No way? These two blockheads have no sense at all!"
"What's wrong? Can't you get in?"
Chu Wuyang, who was walking up slowly from behind, asked,
Ye Yuhe turned around and looked at Chu Wuyang.
He rolled his eyes, blinked, seemed to remember something, smiled, crossed his arms, tilted his head, and said to the two expressionless security guards:
"See that? This is the wife of the president of Boyifang. Jing Min, have you heard of her? She's a ruthless and vindictive big shot. If you slight his wife, you might lose your jobs. Why don't you go in and inform him?"
Ye Yuhe gave the orders with a smug look on her face, displaying a rather arrogant and domineering attitude.
Chu Wuyang frowned slightly, reached out and nudged her, signaling her to restrain herself. Everyone knew that people were vindictive, yet she still dared to ruin someone's reputation in public.
Ye Yuhe received the signal, lowered her arms from her chest, nodded perfunctorily, and whispered reassuringly:
"Okay, okay."
After hearing Ye Yuhe's words, the two security guards reacted, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly went inside.
A short while later, a large group of people came out, still a few steps apart.
Zhou Chen's loud voice then drifted over:
"Oh, isn't this Little Sun and Little Lotus? What wind blew two beautiful ladies here? Why didn't you tell your brother you were coming beforehand? I'm so sorry for the poor hospitality!"
As he spoke, he even pretended to berate the expressionless security guard.
Ye Yuhe clicked her tongue twice and couldn't help but roll her eyes. Who did she think she was, some important figure?
It turned out to be Zhou Chen, this spoiled brat. Chu Wuyang was also somewhat surprised to see an acquaintance here.
Zhou Chen, dressed in a loose-fitting floral shirt, was surrounded by a group of internet celebrity models, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
He became more serious when he saw the two of them; well, they had all grown up together since childhood.
He still felt the responsibility of setting a good example as an older brother; he put out his cigarette and offered it to the people around him, then warmly invited the two inside.
Ye Yuhe, like a proud peacock, walked ahead, slightly raising her chin.
"You just said the hospitality was inadequate. Is this place under your name?"
Zhou Chen straightened his chest and nodded:
"nature"
It's not surprising, though. Zhou Chen is known as a notorious scoundrel in the eyes of Haicheng's elders, spending all his time gossiping about internet celebrities, models, and stars.
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