Chapter Thirty-Seven: Sister-in-law, Open the Door—It's Me, Your Brother-in-law

Yu Tang watched Lin Shi’s retreating figure, unable to suppress a soft chuckle as she shook her head. She picked up her phone and made her way back to the training field.

According to the system, if she could get Song Zhiyan to greet her first, she’d be rewarded with masterful golf skills. But who knew where Song Zhiyan was now? Perhaps it was better to focus on persuading Pei Shang to play badminton with her instead.

Lost in thought, Yu Tang walked outside. As soon as she stepped out, she caught sight of Pei Shang standing with a man in the distance.

The man’s skin was pale, and he wore all black athletic wear. His hair was parted slightly off-center, with wisps falling across his forehead. At six feet two, his proportions were striking. Even Pei Shang, usually dazzling on his own, seemed overshadowed standing next to him.

With her 5.2 vision, Yu Tang could see that the man’s features were exceptional. On his left earlobe glittered a tiny diamond stud, catching the sunlight and dazzling the eyes.

Yu Tang narrowed her eyes, a soft smile curving her lips as she sashayed over. Little brother, here comes Yu Tang!

Shi Qi had noticed Yu Tang the moment she appeared. Now, watching her approach, his heart gave a subtle thump. He swung his club, sending the ball flying with force.

One stroke, straight onto the green!

But the commotion failed to draw Yu Tang’s attention. Instead, it was Pei Shang who looked over, clapping as he approached Shi Qi.

“Nice!” Pei Shang put his arm around Shi Qi’s shoulder in a friendly gesture, scratching his chin as if teasing a puppy. “Practicing behind my back, huh? How long has it been, and your skills have improved again?”

Shi Qi seemed used to Pei Shang’s touchy ways and said nothing, merely shaking him off in annoyance. “Get lost.”

Pei Shang laughed, letting go. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yu Tang approaching and waved her over. “Miss Yu, come here. I found you a coach.”

Yu Tang had clearly witnessed Pei Shang teasing Shi Qi, and her steps slowed, her expression turning complicated. “You two… I… Maybe I should just leave you to have fun. We can talk next time.”

She hadn’t expected such a handsome young man to be gay.

Shi Qi seemed to catch her drift, his face instantly darkening. “Yu Tang! What are you imagining?” His words were clipped, his magnetic voice laced with danger.

Yu Tang shivered, not bothering to wonder how he knew her name, and hurried to explain, “Nothing! I absolutely wasn’t thinking anything indecent! I swear I won’t tell anyone!”

She turned watery eyes toward the pair. “You don’t have to silence me, really.”

Pei Shang, seeing Yu Tang’s reaction, finally realized what she was thinking. He burst out laughing, but stopped when he noticed Shi Qi’s stormy expression. “Miss Yu, you’re too much. There’s nothing like that between Shi Qi and me.”

“We just happened to meet, so I brought him over. He’s got plenty of patience—let him teach you golf. You’ll love it once you get the hang of it.” Thoughtfully, Pei Shang nudged Shi Qi toward Yu Tang.

Yu Tang blinked. Not a couple? In that case, she had no reason to hold back. “Really, handsome? You don’t mind?”

Shi Qi paused, then sneered, “Of course not.”

Pei Shang’s eyes glinted. “Why don’t you two add each other on WeChat?”

Yu Tang whipped out her WeChat QR code, afraid they’d change their minds. “Sure!”

Who cared about golf at this point? The chance to flirt with a handsome guy didn’t come every day.

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Meanwhile, Lin Shi emerged from the restroom, cheerfully running over to Song Zhiyan. He waved over a staff member. “Can you get me some paper and a pen?”

Lin Shi was so excited he gestured wildly as he spoke.

After Song Zhiyan sent a ball into the hole, he couldn’t help but walk over. “What are you up to, so happy?”

“I just met a little celebrity, and she’s really pretty. My mom and sister both like her, so I figured I could get two autographs to make them happy.”

Song Zhiyan cast him a sidelong glance, a faint smile on his lips. “I suspect it’s not your mom and Lin Kong who want the autograph, but you yourself.”

Lin Shi grinned sheepishly, offering no denial. “You don’t know, Song, when that little star smiles, she’s truly sweet.”

Song Zhiyan found it amusing and let the matter drop. Lin Shi was old enough to be interested in romance; as long as he didn’t get taken advantage of, it was fine.

Lin Shi looked around, searching for Yu Tang. Finally, he spotted her in a corner—accompanied by two men. One of them seemed to be the executive president of Shiguang Media.

That made sense. Yu Tang was an artist, probably with Shiguang Media. Playing golf with the boss was normal.

Lin Shi’s gaze lingered, piquing Song Zhiyan’s curiosity. He followed Lin Shi’s eyes, and upon seeing the two men playing golf with Yu Tang, Song Zhiyan’s smile faded instantly. He stood up abruptly.

His movement scraped his chair loudly across the floor, startling Lin Shi. “What’s wrong, bro?”

Song Zhiyan quickly masked his expression, stifling the strange emotion within him. “Nothing.”

Yu Tang, what a woman—she hadn’t even finalized the divorce, and she was already eager to cuckold him! Song Zhiyan pressed his lips together, his eyes turning cold.

Lin Shi didn’t dwell on it. When the staff brought paper and pen, he couldn’t wait to rush over to Yu Tang. But before he’d managed two steps, someone grabbed him by the collar.

His hat was yanked back, choking him until his eyes rolled. “What the hell?!”

He spun around, furious. Song Zhiyan’s tone was cool. “Where are you going?”

“Can’t you see? I’m going to play golf with Yu Tang! I checked—she can’t play, so if I ask for her autograph and then gently, patiently teach her, won’t I get her WeChat?”

The more Lin Shi spoke, the more excited he became. Twisting his body, he slipped away between Song Zhiyan’s legs.

Song Zhiyan’s face turned thunderous. So the celebrity Lin Shi had his eye on was Yu Tang?! He should have known Yu Tang wasn’t the obedient type. Now she was even making moves on his own people.

He’d like to see what Yu Tang was plotting.

Face dark, he followed Lin Shi in long strides toward Yu Tang.

At that moment, Yu Tang was draped bonelessly in Shi Qi’s arms, her hands loosely gripping a golf club. “Big brother, your golf skills are amazing. Will there be another chance to play together?”

Her soft hair brushed Shi Qi’s cheek, the scent of shampoo drifting in the breeze. Shi Qi suppressed his fluttering heart, gripped Yu Tang’s hand, and swung the club—a perfect shot.

His expression remained calm, but the tips of his ears flushed red. “We’ll see.”

Yu Tang laughed lightly. “Such a tough mouth—are you that tough everywhere else?”

Shi Qi’s face began to burn. He was just about to respond when a cold voice rang out: “Yu Tang.”

All six eyes turned simultaneously toward the sound.