Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Grand Finale

The game began, and in front of both Song Zhiyan and Yu Tang were five balls each.

Song Zhiyan went first, sinking the ball in one stroke.

Pei Shang walked over in shock.

Wait, Song Zhiyan actually has some skill?

Pei Shang squinted, signaling to Shi Qi with his eyes. He wasn’t fooled; Shi Qi would never be so obedient. Just go teach because he was asked? Ridiculous. He must have taken a liking to Yu Tang.

In that instant, Pei Shang’s determination to poach Yu Tang grew even stronger.

Shi Qi was seriously watching the match between the two, but couldn’t withstand Pei Shang’s twitching gaze.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

Pei Shang, exasperated, moved closer to Shi Qi and whispered, “Isn’t this the perfect moment for you to show off?”

“Look, the guy’s skills aren’t bad, but Little Yu Tang doesn’t know anything at all!”

“Isn’t this your chance to be the hero and save the damsel?”

Shi Qi paused for two seconds to seriously consider Pei Shang’s words, only to realize what he was doing and his expression darkened.

Damn it! Since when did he need to deliberately approach anyone?

Back in the capital, girls flocked to him without a second thought!

He thought so, but when he opened his mouth to refuse, it came out as, “Are you serious?”

Pei Shang smirked, “Of course I am.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yu Tang swung her club and landed the ball on the green in one stroke.

“I—what the hell?!” Pei Shang, pointing at Yu Tang, was about to speak, but froze, the words stuck in his throat.

Song Zhiyan glanced at her in surprise.

Such luck? She actually made it?

Yu Tang stood with her hands on her hips, proud. So what if she had a cheat? As a cannon-fodder supporting actress, this was her due!

No one present believed it was Yu Tang’s own ability.

But the next few balls left everyone astounded.

For the remaining four balls, Song Zhiyan needed eight strokes to sink them, while Yu Tang did it in one stroke each.

Pei Shang and Lin Shi stood together, eyes wide.

“This—is this right?!”

“Yu Tang wasn’t like this just now!”

They exchanged a glance, speaking in unison.

Meanwhile, Song Zhiyan’s face grew darker as he played.

When Yu Tang sank her last ball in one stroke, Song Zhiyan threw down his club.

She was definitely doing this on purpose.

She played so badly earlier just to lure him in, didn’t she?!

Sure enough, Yu Tang was still Yu Tang—she hadn’t changed at all!

Song Zhiyan shot Yu Tang an angry look and left the field.

Just as Yu Tang was basking in her triumph, a shout came from the side.

“Yu Tang flies bravely! The lucky koi always follows!”

Yu Tang jumped, looking around furtively.

Finally, in a deserted corner, she spotted her lucky koi.

The koi wore black sunglasses, exuding the same flamboyant style Yu Tang loved.

Indeed, soldiers always reflect their commander.

Yu Tang waved at the koi, who responded enthusiastically.

Pei Shang sat down in a chair.

Putting on airs, he declared, “Alright, Miss Yu, I officially announce you’ve passed my interview test.”

“Bring your contract over sometime, let’s see how much it’ll cost to buy you out.”

Yu Tang’s mouth twitched, then she flashed a fawning smile, “Thank you for your support, sir~”

Luckily, Yu Tang was good-looking—such a sycophantic smile didn’t clash, but shone brightly on her face.

Today’s golf game was a true thrill.

She didn’t expect, however, that the lucky koi’s influence would spread so vigorously.

No sooner had Yu Tang returned home than news of her golfing prowess swept the internet.

There was even photographic evidence.

Yet, it seemed the netizens’ attention was drawn to the people playing alongside her.

[Wait, if I’m not mistaken, that guy should be Pei Shang from Time Media, right?]

[Yu Tang and him together—could she be planning to jump ship to Time Media?]

[My god, but Yuan Yi, where Yu Tang is now, isn’t bad at all; why switch companies?]

[Not bad? If by ‘not bad’ you mean no top-level resources since her breakout years ago, then sure, it’s not bad.]

[Li Zhi eating melon!]

The news not only caught the netizens’ attention, but even Xiang Youran was watching Yu Tang closely.

Yu Tang, sticking to her policy of “no response, no acknowledgement, no rejection,” kept the netizens guessing.

Just as everyone was about to give up, Yu Tang suddenly posted on Weibo.

[@Yuan Yi Media Thank you for your guidance in the past, @Time Media Please take care of me in the future!]

The internet exploded.

She had actually terminated her contract.

Yu Tang had been with her original media company for five years.

From age twenty to twenty-five, from university to society.

Even without resources, she never left.

At that moment, while Yu Tang was trending all over the internet, she was rummaging through her refrigerator for an ice pop.

“Mom, are there no popsicles left? I want one!”

Her mother walked over, saw the empty freezer, and sighed.

“I’ll have someone bring some over later. Go eat some fruit first.”

Yu Tang grinned and kissed Mrs. Fu on the cheek: “Thank you, Mrs. Fu, love you!”

Mrs. Fu hadn’t expected her daughter’s personality to brighten so much since coming home.

She laughed, poking Yu Tang’s forehead, “You!”

Yu Tang grabbed a box of washed cherries and had just sat down when her phone rang.

It was a reminder she’d set in her calendar.

“Ten thirty, Civil Affairs Bureau, divorce.”

Yu Tang happily put the cherries on the table.

“Mrs. Fu, I’m heading out for a divorce. Don’t miss me too much!”

She waved at Mrs. Fu as she walked out.

Mrs. Fu stood there, stunned, “Did she say… divorce?!”

Then tears of joy welled up—finally, the divorce was happening.

Mrs. Fu grabbed her phone and started calling friends and family.

“Hello, Old Liu? Yes, my daughter’s divorced, come over tonight for drinks!”

“Aunt Zhang, my daughter’s divorced, come over for drinks tonight!”

“Uncle Wu—oh, you already know my daughter’s divorced! Join us tonight for drinks.”

Mrs. Fu gleefully invited everyone she knew, just to celebrate Yu Tang’s divorce.

Meanwhile, Yu Tang arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Her gaze fell on the man standing at the entrance in a white shirt.

Song Zhiyan was undeniably handsome; otherwise, he wouldn’t have hooked “Yu Tang” back in university.

But no amount of good looks could make up for his dark heart.

“Oh, you wore a white shirt? Pretending to be proper!”

Yu Tang didn’t hold back.

Song Zhiyan had wanted to talk things through; after all, the divorce wasn’t strictly necessary.

But Yu Tang’s opening line left him speechless.

His rationality was swept away, and he followed her into the Civil Affairs Bureau in a huff.

When they came out, he was holding a little red certificate.

Yu Tang held her divorce certificate, breathed in the fresh air, and felt nothing but optimism for her future!

The End.