Yang Huixian was only told about Lin Chu’s social dia post when her dad, Yang Guangrong, called her.
She was engrossed in an order for a piece of jadeite jewelry and had been working with intense focus for more than four hours.
"Ah Xian, have you seen it?"
"Xiaolin took over that golf club in Xili. He even posted it on social dia."
"This must be why Xiaolin was borrowing money everywhere a few days ago. Your Uncle Nine called and told . The whole thing caused quite a stir in Peng City today. You didn’t know?"
Yang Guangrong was quite surprised himself and was probing his daughter for information.
Thinking back to the money-borrowing incident a few days ago, a faint sense of foreboding had already started to grow in his heart.
A father knows his daughter best.
He knew his daughter’s personality like the back of his hand. She was rational, clear-headed, and a strong career woman. In her mind, a man definitely ranked lower than money.
And there was nothing wrong with that.
After all, she didn’t need a man to support her.
It’s just...
This current situation was still pretty awkward.
They were a couple, yet sothing this major had happened to her boyfriend, and she had no idea?
But then again, you get what you give.
A couple of days ago, when she ntioned Lin Chu borrowing money, she had specifically instructed that while she could waive the interest, the principal had to be guaranteed and a contract had to be signed.
Yang Guangrong himself was a fairly traditional man.
He could understand his daughter.
But he could also understand Lin Chu now.
A man like Xiaolin wanted a woman who would worship and trust him completely, unconditionally, and absolutely.
He had been the sa way when he was young.
After listening to her father, Yang Huixian quickly scrolled through Lin Chu’s social dia feed and took a deep breath.
She understood.
She understood everything.
’Lin Chu really hadn’t told .’
’I hadn’t heard a single whisper about it.’
’He hadn’t even been back to stay at Swan Castle recently.’
"Okay, Dad, I get it. I still have work to do, so I’ll talk to you later."
"He did ntion it to , actually, but I was just too busy to get involved."
"With this kind of thing, you can never be sure until the dust settles. We’re fine, so don’t worry,"
she said, her voice calm and tinged with a smile.
After hanging up, she glanced at Lin Chu’s post again, then tossed her phone onto the sofa and couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.
Her desire to work was gone.
She knew that for any couple, the brief honeymoon phase was inevitably followed by an adjustnt period filled with conflict and argunts.
It was a power struggle between two people.
Her choice had been to cede power in the dostic sphere in exchange for autonomy in her career and financial independence. Of course, it would be even better if the man could help with her career.
It’s just...
Now...
Yang Huixian couldn’t help but think of that night, the first ti they drank together at that little tavern in Overseas Chinese Town.
Lin Chu’s character had been on full display.
He was too headstrong.
As hard and unyielding as a stone in an outhouse.
’Now... how am I supposed to act? How can I face him?’
Yang Huixian ran a hand through her hair, suddenly plunging back into intense internal turmoil.
...
The sa thing was happening with Liao ili.
Lin Chu hadn’t notified her about the acquisition either.
In this matter, Lin Chu had treated all his won equally—he hadn’t told any of them. ’What would be the point?’
’They couldn’t help in any way.’
Liao ili only saw it when she was slacking off at work and scrolling through her social dia feed. The mont she did, she was completely stunned.
’Sothing this big?’
’What was going on?’
She had thought Lin Chu was just ssing around, but a quick search on short-video sites revealed people were already talking about it. At the sa ti, the official business registration website showed that the change of ownership was already complete.
Lin Chu.
He had really bought a golf club!
She knew of the golf club in Xili; it was quite high-end. Parts of its food and beverage and guest room operations were outsourced, with a public tender held once a year to find a suitable hotel partner.
Wanhao had won the contract once, four years ago, but she hadn’t been working there at the ti.
Last year, it was the Shangri-La Hotels and Resorts Group.
For the hotel industry, a client like this was top-tier, largely because of the club’s prestigious reputation.
"Baby, congratulations! I know I wasn’t any help, but I’m so, so happy for you. I’m going to show my dad to rub it in his face."
She carefully chose her words and sent Lin Chu a ssage.
A mont later, she received his reply: "No need for that. Keep a low profile. I’m with a client right now, I’ll talk to you later."
Liao ili: "Okay, you focus on your work then. Kisses."
...
Back at the reception, Lin Chu was indeed very busy.
Fortunately, no one was pressuring him to drink, so his mind was still clear. However, after greeting and chatting with so many different people, his throat felt raw.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
’Shit!’
’Didn’t I want to be social?’
’Well, this is about as social as it gets.’
He had made his rounds and added dozens of new contacts on WeChat, so many that he triggered the app’s "excessive friend requests" security alert.
At the mont, Lin Chu was chatting with his industry peers.
Even though people in the sa business are often rivals, certain formalities had to be observed at an event like this. Naturally, Lin Chu had sent invitations to Mission Hills and the other clubs in Peng City.
They had all observed standard business etiquette and most had shown up, though the seniority of the representatives varied.
The representative from Mission Hills was Zhu Yizhen, Zhu Yixian’s older brother.
There were also people from the Sha River golf course, the Xiangmi Lake course, Yunhai Valley...
Lin Chu was seated and had already been chatting with them for a little while.
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