Chương 4: Ivy Golf Clubhouse

The Bugatti Veyron drove at lightning speed all the way.

About half an hour later, I came to the place agreed with Song Chaoyu, the Ivy Golf Clubhouse located on the outskirts of Haiqing City.

A strict membership system is implemented here, and ordinary tourists are not accepted. If you want to maintain your membership status, you need to pay a membership fee of 2 million a year. People who are qualified to come here are either rich or noble.

As soon as the Bugatti Veyron was parked in the parking lot, the supervisor of the club hurried over.

*Snapped*

The supervisor personally opened the car door for Fang Yu. With a respectful and flattering smile on his face, he bowed slightly and said, "Young Master Fang, as soon as I heard that you were coming, I immediately put down what I was doing and came to welcome you. The venue and equipment have already been prepared for you."

Fang Yu stepped out from the car.

"Um." He replied in a neutral manner, and glanced at the club director: "You did a good job."

He doesn't reject flatterers, at least he doesn't feel disgusted. There are very few noble people who don't like others to flatter them. At least Fang Yu himself is not this kind of person. "This is what I should do."

Fang Yu's praise made the supervisor look happy, and he immediately added: "Miss Song also just arrived, and has already entered the venue ahead of schedule."

"I see." Nodding his head, Fang Yu stepped into the venue, entered his exclusive suite, and changed his clothes under Leng Han's supervison.

Then he arrived at the course in a golf cart. Soon, a woman's figure came into Fang Yu's eyes. The woman's appearance is cold, with bright eyes, faint willow eyebrows are distinct, and her white skin.

Her nose is delicate and upturned, and her red lips are like rose petals. The black hair flows down like a waterfall, as cold as a clear spring on a snow-capped mountain, showing an ethereal and aloof temperament, which is soul-stirring.

Wearing a white sports miniskirt, she showed off her bumpy figure to the fullest. The breeze blew, stirring the black hair. She has a sense of nobility and beauty on her body.

Song Chaoyu!

Even Fang Yu stared blankly. But in the next second, he quickly came back to his senses.

'Sure enough, it's as beautiful as the one described in the book, with a soul-stirring heart. No wonder even the protagonist Chen Ye couldn't stand her temptation and was used by her.'

Fang Yu's heart trembled secretly, and he became more vigilant.

"Are you here early?" Stepping up to Song Chaoyu's side, Fang Yu spoke first and greeted her.

"I also just came here not long ago." Song Chaoyu turned around, looked at Fang Yu, and smiled slightly. Those eyes seemed to contain the sea of stars. Bright and mysterious, captivating.

"In that case, let's start." Fang Yu directly held the club and walked forward without saying anything.

If it were Fang Yu from before, he would have stepped forward to please her long ago.

After all, it would be difficult for almost anyone to resist Song Chaoyu's near-perfect appearance and refined temperament. Not to mention that the original owner is a typical villain-style licking dog.

It's a pity that no matter how much the villain kneels and licks, it's impossible to hug a woman back, let alone Song Chaoyu, the deuteragonist in the book, an existence that even the protagonist Chen Ye couldn't win.

Song Chaoyu frowned inadvertently. She always felt that this young master of the Fang family... seemed to be a little different from before.

In the past, Fang Yu, as a dandy, always carried the flamboyant air of a kid from a rich family, and when he saw her he liked to come forward to show his hospitality, and took the opportunity to take random glances.

But this time, the other party just took a few glances and then looked away.

In terms of address, "Miss Song" is also used indifferently.

This made Song Chaoyu a little uncomfortable, but also felt a little weird.

"Is it an illusion?" With her back to Fang Yu, Song Chaoyu frowned slightly: "Or..." Her eyes moved slightly.

It seems that a certain possibility has been thought of. Fang Yu... is he deliberately trying to attract his attention in this way?

Now many boys really like to use this kind of counter-routine of playing hard to get, to attract girls' attention by deliberately pretending to be indifferent.

Song Chaoyu's impression and evaluation of Fang Yu was somewhat lower.

"It's really childish and ridiculous."

"However, Fang Yu still has a lot of value. Now is far from the time to turn against him and the Fang family." Song Chaoyu restrained her expression, and still followed with Fang Yu's pace.

At a golf cart.

The two soon reached the starting point.

"Let's play a round, par or hole?" Fang Yu asked aloud.

"Let's par."

"I will ask Ms. Song to start first."

Song Chaoyu was not polite, and took the golf club directly from the hand of the attendant.

Time flew by, and a few hours passed quickly.

*Buzz~*

And at this moment, Song Chaoyu's pocket shook slightly.

She frowned slightly, took out her mobile phone, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll answer the call first."

Immediately, the phone was connected.

"Hey, is there something... what?" Song Chaoyu's face darkened slightly, and she said, "Well, I see."

Fang Yu asked, "What happened?"

"My dad was in poor health just now, but the family's private doctor took timely measures, and he is no longer in serious trouble." Song Chaoyu turned off the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Yu said: "In this case, Ms. Song must go back to visit, right?"

Song Chaoyu shook her head: "My dad said that his problem is not serious, so I don't have to go back."

Hearing this, Fang Yu's eyes froze.

Song Guofu. Song Chaoyu's father, the current helm of the Song Group, is rumored to be suffering from chronic illnesses due to his helm of such a large industry.

In recent years, his condition has deteriorated day by day.

Therefore. Song Guofu has been vigorously promoting the marriage between Fang and Song.

Because Song Guofu has no sons, only two daughters, and the eldest daughter died unexpectedly a few years ago, so there is only Song Chaoyu left in the younger generation of the Song family.

In the traditional concept of a big family, Song Chaoyu, a woman, is not qualified and capable of running the family.

Unless... a marriage! Song Guofu needed the help of the Fang family's influence to maintain his own position and rule.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the wealthy family has infinite glory, but there are also many troubles, such as many cruel battles among the various internal factions.

If Song Chaoyu cannot marry the Fang Yu, people from other branches will do everything possible to snatch the rights of their branch.

This was something Song Guofu couldn't bear. He is a person who attaches great importance to the interests of the family, and even puts the interests of the family above himself.

So even if he's seriously ill, he still asked Song Chaoyu to stay here to avoid any accidents in the marriage between the two families.

Song Zhaoyu picked up the golf club again, but she seemed a little restless, as if she was worried about her father's health.

Looking at Song Chaoyu meaningfully, Fang Yu said abruptly: "Is Uncle Song's illness really just because of being too busy and tired?"

Song Chaoyu's hand holding the club trembled imperceptibly.

Leaning on the golf club with her hands, she slowly straightened her body. Her eyes seemed to contain the shadow of swords, extremely sharp, and she just stared at Fang Yu like this.

"What do you mean?" The tranquility and softness in those eyes disappeared.

Instead, it was extremely cold and icy, as if it could pierce a person's body and soul!