Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Competition Between the Young Couple

Song Zhiyan walked faster than Lin Shi.

With his hands in his pockets, he appeared in everyone's line of sight a step ahead.

Lin Shi saw him, his eyes widening, and he tightly grasped his paper and pen, chasing after him.

Yu Tang was so shocked at the moment she saw Song Zhiyan that she couldn't utter a word.

Wait—was the system really this smart? It could just send Song Zhiyan over so she could complete her task?

Realizing she was staring at Song Zhiyan and not wanting him to get too confident, Yu Tang quickly shifted her gaze sideways.

Song Zhiyan noticed Yu Tang had clearly seen him but said nothing, his expression darkening to the point of dripping ink.

"Are you not going to introduce them to me?"

Hearing this, Yu Tang snapped out of her daze.

She looked at Song Zhiyan with a strange expression: "What are you talking about? What's there to introduce?"

The disdain on Yu Tang's face was almost enough to spell out, "Who do you think you are?"

Song Zhiyan glared at Yu Tang, gritting his teeth: "Don't forget, we're not divorced yet."

Lin Shi, who had followed closely behind, stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard Song Zhiyan's words, dropping his paper and pen to the ground.

Stunned, his clear face was full of disbelief: "Brother Song… that's not what you said just now."

You clearly said you didn't know her…

Song Zhiyan ignored Lin Shi's reaction, staring intently at Yu Tang.

But the power of his words was obvious; even Pei Shang, who had been leisurely watching the scene, stood up.

Wait, Yu Yue never told him his sister was married!

He would have to think about how to handle PR if they got caught on camera.

Shi Qi's face, which had started to flush, returned to its usual expressionless state.

His hands held the club, his feet positioned by the ball.

He swung lightly, the ball bounced up, flew across, and struck Song Zhiyan's leg.

Not particularly harmful, but highly insulting.

Shi Qi stood where he was, his eyes lowered, his face cold and indifferent.

"Sorry, my shot went astray," Shi Qi said, his voice lazy, carrying a slight drawl, matching his whole languid demeanor.

Song Zhiyan had no mind to argue with Shi Qi.

Anyone playing golf with Yu Tang, especially someone with such a delicate appearance, was either a colleague from the entertainment industry or someone Yu Tang had invited to accompany her.

Thinking this, Song Zhiyan didn't even bother to glance at Shi Qi.

Seeing Yu Tang silent, Song Zhiyan simply reached out to drag her away.

"Come home with me."

"If you have nothing better to do, stop embarrassing yourself here."

Yu Tang nimbly stepped back: "Hey, you can't catch me."

Then she stepped forward, poking Song Zhiyan's solid chest.

"I'm sorry, may I ask what capacity you're here in, and which home are you inviting me to?"

"Mr. Song, have you forgotten we're about to get divorced?"

Song Zhiyan paused for a moment; Yu Tang used to call him 'Mr. Song' when she was chasing him.

After they married, he hadn't heard that in a long time.

A moment later, Song Zhiyan recovered.

He recalled the meaning behind Yu Tang's words.

His face darkened.

"I didn't expect that after just a few days apart, you've become so sharp-tongued."

Song Zhiyan only thought this was Yu Tang's way of playing hard to get.

Yu Tang rolled her eyes, about to say something.

But Song Zhiyan cut her off.

"In that case, since you've been playing golf for quite a while, why don't we have a match? That way, we won't waste time. Three balls, whoever uses fewer strokes wins."

"If I win, you come home with me. Deal?"

Yu Tang looked at Song Zhiyan, confused, clearly not understanding why he insisted she go home.

But just then, a voice sounded in Yu Tang's mind,

[Song Zhiyan is extremely annoyed with you, yet under these circumstances, he actively invites you to play golf. This suggests your relationship has improved to some degree, contributing to the redemption mission.]

[Congratulations, mission accomplished. Rewards granted.]

The system's announcement made Yu Tang's eyes light up instantly.

If only she'd known accepting Song Zhiyan's challenge would bring such benefits!

Yu Tang scanned the golf course again, suddenly feeling as if she understood golf rules instinctively.

She'd been listening seriously to the system, but her vacant expression made everyone think she was confused.

Especially Lin Shi.

Lin Shi had just seen Yu Tang alone in the restroom, secretly searching for tips on playing golf for the first time.

Remembering Yu Tang's pitiful yet forced smile, Lin Shi suddenly felt Song Zhiyan's attitude was utterly vile!

Song Zhiyan knew perfectly well Yu Tang couldn't play, but insisted on such a challenge—pure bullying.

So Lin Shi stepped forward: "Brother Song, if you want to play golf, I can join you. I don't think Miss Yu likes golf much; playing with her wouldn't be much fun."

Lin Shi now knew Yu Tang was Song Zhiyan's wife, but still couldn't change his habit of calling her 'Miss Yu,' saying it with genuine pleasure.

Pei Shang chimed in: "Yeah, Song Zhiyan, did you ask my permission before having one of my artists accompany you?"

Hearing this, Song Zhiyan turned to Pei Shang, his phoenix eyes glancing over coldly: "Your artist? If I recall, Yu Tang belongs to Yuan Yi Media, doesn't she? Since when is she yours?"

"Does Lu Jiacheng know you claim her?"

Pei Shang choked: "You!"

Damn it, Song Zhiyan really knew how to hit where it hurt.

If Yuan Yi Media wasn't run by Lu Jiacheng, Pei Shang would've poached Yu Tang ages ago when Yu Yue made the offer—his company could easily afford one more idle star.

But Lu Jiacheng was a maniac, with a bizarre personality and terrifying possessiveness.

If Pei Shang asked outright, he definitely wouldn't get her.

Pei Shang's gaze shifted to Shi Qi. Though Pei Shang's words held no weight, Shi Qi was different.

Song Zhiyan didn't recognize Shi Qi now, but if Shi Qi revealed his identity, Song Zhiyan would be floored.

But Shi Qi just stood silently, eyes lowered, deep in thought.

"Deal!" Yu Tang patted her chest confidently, stepping forward.

"If I win, Mr. Song, you'd better get as far away from me as possible!"

Yu Tang spoke with absolute confidence, as if she was certain to win.

Song Zhiyan sneered; as if he hadn't noticed everything that had just happened.

So incompetent, yet daring to challenge him—better to go home early than make a fool of herself here.

At Yu Tang's words, Shi Qi inexplicably lifted his gaze, his eyes landing on Yu Tang, thoughtful.