Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Coming out of the villa, Ye Kong saw Wen Can admiring the flowers in the yard.

Of course, when I said I was appreciating the flowers, I just stood there in a daze with my back to her.

She glanced at the route she had taken, thought for a moment, and then stepped forward and asked, "Did you meet Madam Li?"

"Yeah." Wen Can answered calmly.

After a pause, Ye Kong asked again: "What else did you see?"

"I saw everything you saw."

"...You're pretty quick then." She glanced at the assistant who was standing silently beside her. "No, I should say your assistant is really agile."

"I did learn some Kung Fu."

Ye Kong: ...

On the way back in the golf cart, Ye Kong had no idea what he was thinking about and was in a daze the whole time.

Wen Can also fell silent.

Until he returned to the court, Ye Kong saw Mrs. Li from afar, smiling and socializing with the other ladies, without any trace of gloom on her face.

She then slowly said, "Sometimes I feel that, although it is stupid, it is really enviable to not know how to cherish what you have."

Wen Can followed her gaze and said after a moment: "I'm not envious."

"Because no matter how much you cherish it when you have it, the pain and regret after losing it will not be reduced at all." He looked away, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "Of course, the most important reason is that I did have it."

"...You really deserve a beating."

The golf cart stopped near Zhou Song and the others. Ye Kong jumped out of the cart and waited for Wen Can to be pushed out of the cart before they walked over one after the other.

·

For the whole afternoon, under Ye Tingchu's tireless and patient teaching, Ye Kong more or less shed some sweat, but the ending was always astonishing.

Either the ball flies in a very distorted path and the caddie has to run a long way to retrieve it, or the club and the ball pass each other by and the swing misses perfectly.

There were even a few times when she swung the club with the wrong strength and either fell to the ground or spun in circles - leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

After making a fool of himself several times, Ye Kong finally chose to lie down.

"I'm destined to have no athletic talent. I'd better not embarrass myself."

The girl lay down on the chair with an expressionless face.

Ye Tingchu walked over, flexing his wrist and looking at her hesitantly: "Maybe it's just because you are too unskilled? Maybe we should practice more..."

"I don't believe you haven't noticed that my hands and feet are completely out of control." Ye Kong put on his sunglasses expressionlessly, "Don't try to save my reputation anymore, it will only make me more miserable."

"That's not the case." Ye Tingchu obviously wanted to say something to comfort his sister, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he still couldn't think of the right words, so he could only say dryly, "...Maybe you are not suitable for golf. Let's practice something else next time."

Ye Kong: ...

"Mr. Ye, please stop talking." Tu Wan finally couldn't help laughing, "If you keep talking, Ye San will cry."

Ye Kong took a big sip of water, slammed the cup on the table, and turned over on the recliner, fully demonstrating his cold and indifferent attitude.

Ye Tingchu: ...

Zhou Song laughed: "As the saying goes, when God opens a door for you, he will close a window for you. It seems that the window that is closed for you is sports."

……

Regardless of the reason for coming to the banquet, most of the rich kids had a great time without any grudges that afternoon.

Ye Tingchu rarely joined the circle of elders, but played ball with Zhou Song and others, vaguely surrounding Ye Kong.

Although Ye Kong was slacking off the whole time, either taking a nap with his sunglasses on, or sitting cross-legged and drawing.

When it was getting dark, the competition among the elders seemed to have come to an end.

"It is said that Mr. Ye won." Zhou Song told them the news he heard from the caddy, "Mr. Xiao Wen lost to him by a small margin."

"On our side, Mr. Xiao Ye and Tu Wan tied for first place." Lin Xinzhou looked at Ye Kong strangely, "It seems that everyone in your family has good motor skills, why didn't you inherit it?"

Ye Kong: ...

"Okay, time to eat."

Zhou Song stood up and said, "The dinner should be much grander than the lunch. Let's go."

The sky was filled with sunset glow, and the lawn looked like an orange paint bottle had been overturned. Even the crowd in the distance who were in the world of fame and fortune and smelled of money were made to look very artistic.

White golf carts left the golf course area in twos and threes.

On the way, I happened to see the Qin family walking in the same direction.

Qin Jianbai was not wearing a mask this time. When he met Ye Kong's gaze, he silently pointed at Mrs. Qin beside him, probably meaning "My mother is here, it's not convenient to wear a mask."

Ye Kong's lips curled up, but there was indifference in his eyes. In the face of Mrs. Qin's arrogant and picky eyes, she looked away as if she was looking at a ball of air.

·

The venue of the dinner has changed again.

It is another villa with a large swimming pool and no walls, and the dining table is placed in the open air.

The long table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, on which was placed an exquisite vase with flowers still covered with dew. The orange-gold sunset glowed brightly above, reflecting the sparkling water in the swimming pool and the band playing on the lawn. Everything was as beautiful as an oil painting.

Before we sat down, a sudden noise came from far away.

"Look who we caught?!"

"You came here without even telling me! You're even sleeping in the house!"

"As a host, is it appropriate for you to leave us brothers alone instead of entertaining the guests?"

……

"It's Li Yin."

Lin Xinzhou looked over there and said, "He said he was sleeping in another house. I don't know what he was thinking."

As she said that, she turned to look at Ye Kong and lowered her voice: "I heard that since Du Ruowei left, he has been a complete waste. He stays at home all day doing nothing, which made his father so angry that he beat him up..."

"Really?" Ye Kong glanced over there and raised the corner of his mouth.

Li Yinzheng was brought into the villa by a few of his cronies, and was pushed in front of General Manager Li, who jokingly asked him to give an explanation.

The young man turned his head to hide the obvious bruises on his face.

His father, who was originally talking and laughing with a few people, now frowned slightly and subconsciously glanced at his wife.

Mrs. Li suppressed her nervousness and forced a smile: "I don't know when he will come."

"…The wound on your face? You got it when you fell down when you were drunk at home a few days ago."

"Okay, okay, let him drink with you guys tonight."

She managed a few jokes but couldn't hide the reproach in her eyes.

"Still drinking?" Mr. Li couldn't help but sneered, "You refused to come when I asked you to, and now you appear in front of the guests like this, what do you think you are?"

But he had no intention of embarrassing his family in front of the distinguished guests, so he quickly skipped the subject and said, "Since you're here, just have some fun with your friends."

Li Yin met his gaze and clenched his teeth slightly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw his mother nervously take a step forward.

So he swallowed silently, held back what he wanted to say, and when he looked up again, he was smiling with his usual flamboyant smile.

"Okay, I won't go home until I'm drunk."

He clung to his friend's shoulders and walked towards the crowd.

The moment he turned around, the smile on the corner of his mouth completely disappeared, but when he looked up, he was met with a gaze that was half a smile and half a smile.

That gaze pierced through the crowd, through the sparkling water and the setting sun, and pierced into his eyes like a nail.

But in the next moment it casually swept away like a gust of wind.

But Li Yin just stood there in a daze.

An image flashed through his mind, but he couldn't remember anything.

He hissed softly and pressed his forehead.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I slept too long in the afternoon. I seemed to have a nightmare, but I can't remember it."

"It's a nightmare. It's a good thing that you can't remember it. I tell you, brother, being trapped in love is a dead end. You..."