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Zheng Mengni had not expected Ye Siqian to be so composed, but she had no reason to rush; in time, he would have to compromise. Until then, she could not afford to waste all her time on him.
Recently, Zheng Mengni's performance had caught Zheng Yicheng's attention. She had successfully achieved the top score in her major for the final exams, earning herself the opportunity to intern at the company during the winter break.
With the intention of testing her abilities, Zheng Yicheng arranged for her to meet clients shortly after she started working. An assistant drove Zheng Mengni to the Golf Club, located in the heart of the city where land was precious. The golf course was adorned with several artificial lakes and rockeries, with sand traps strategically placed throughout.
Moreover, the clubhouse was fully equipped with a reception area, caddy room, meeting rooms, and a leisure lounge, as well as high-end dining facilities to serve clients.
While waiting for her appointment, Zheng Mengni took out sunscreen spray from her bag and meticulously applied it to her exposed skin, ensuring that no spot was missed.
Guan Sulin casually followed the caddy and had noticed Zheng Mengni in the rest area from early on. She wore a light blue fitted shirt that exuded a quiet elegance and a gentle demeanor. Just sitting there quietly, she effortlessly attracted countless envious glances.
Guan Sulin gentlemanly sat down across from her and smiled apologetically. "I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, Miss Zheng. I had to deal with an urgent matter."
Zheng Mengni responded with a soft smile, "It's fine; I just arrived as well."
Guan Sulin studied her serene face with a meaningful look and remarked, "I didn’t expect Sheng Anxuan’s team to assign this project to you. I remember you just turned nineteen last month; you’re quite young—truly impressive. You look very youthful yourself."
He chuckled lightly. "Well, my father had me later in life; I suppose I’m about your father's age now. Thinking about it that way feels somewhat fortunate."
Though Guan Sulin's tone seemed casual as if he were joking, the harsh reality was far from it. Zheng Mengni couldn't help but glance at him again out of curiosity.
He effortlessly shifted the topic. "How about we chat while playing? Let me change into my gear first."
Zheng Mengni nodded slightly. "Go ahead."
Dark clouds piled up in the vast sky above, while the freshly trimmed green grass exuded a fragrant aroma in the crisp air.
Guan Sulin changed into a white suit and casually played with a golf ball while waiting, holding his golf club in one hand and nonchalantly observing Zheng Mengni with the other.
In a place where she couldn’t see him, Guan Sulin's gaze held an unmistakable interest.
Zheng Mengni gripped the club tightly with her slender fingers, spreading her legs slightly with bent knees as she leaned forward, allowing her arms to hang down naturally. Her fair face reflected a serious and focused expression as she glanced sideways at her target before making her swing.
The golf ball rolled across the grass, just shy of sinking into the hole with a single stroke.
Zheng Mengni showed little reaction and simply smiled at Guan Su Lin. The swing was beautiful, but it was a pity; the wind today seemed a bit stronger than usual. Guan Su Lin remarked as he plucked a small tuft of grass and tossed it into the air, providing what could hardly be considered reasonable evidence for his theory. He turned back, shrugging in resignation.
Zheng Mengni had little interest in golf, but she had been practicing to attend such occasions, and her skills were commendable among amateurs. However, there was something mysterious about Guan Su Lin that made her feel unsettled and restless.
"Don't be nervous; this isn't a competition, so it doesn't matter who wins or loses. After we finish playing, we can discuss business slowly," he said.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Mengni's expression stiffened slightly. First he suggested chatting while playing, then he insisted on discussing business afterward. His evasive demeanor made it seem like he wasn't genuinely interested in talking about work.
"Does chatting affect your performance?" she asked.
Guan Su Lin paused for a moment before breaking into a gentle smile. "I'm here to relax; constantly talking about work would be quite disheartening."
Zheng Mengni nodded, deciding not to waste any more words with him and fully immersed herself in the game. With each stroke, she played decisively and beautifully, the golf ball landing steadily in the hole.
It was an eighteen-hole course, and the goal was to have the fewest strokes. As they reached the final hole, Guan Su Lin's dark eyes grew even deeper, his smile widening gradually.
"I can't take it anymore; I truly concede defeat. I can't beat you," he admitted as he casually handed his club to the caddy and walked in front of Zheng Mengni, his gaze filled with meaningful tenderness.
Zheng Mengni took a towel to wipe the light sweat from her neck; her cheeks were flushed and warm. She quietly asked, "Can we discuss our collaboration now?"
"Of course," Guan Su Lin replied with a beaming smile.
In the reception room, Guan Su Lin fiddled with the cup lid as the aroma of tea wafted through the air.
Zheng Mengni opened her laptop and sat beside him to demonstrate, focusing intently on explaining the details of their proposal.
Guan Su Lin watched her profile as she spoke; her skin glowed with a translucent quality after exercise, lightly tinted with pink. Her graceful neck contrasted beautifully with her dark hair tied playfully behind her head.
They sat close together, and amidst their conversation lingered a faint scent of flowers and fruits—sweet but not overwhelming.
Guan Su Lin twirled his pen absentmindedly, appearing composed and strategic while his thoughts wandered far away.
Zheng Mengni spoke with a seriousness that caught his attention, but occasionally, he found himself distracted by the various scents that lingered around her—sunscreen, body lotion, shampoo, and perfume.
"Is there anything else you need me to clarify? I can elaborate further," she offered.
Zheng Mengni tilted her head slightly, gazing at him with her clear, gentle eyes that sparkled like water.
Guan Su Lin paused in his pen-spinning, holding the pen firmly as he smiled. "No, that's all. Please sign."
Surprised, Zheng Mengni noted that this deal was not a small sum. She didn’t ask further questions and placed the contract in front of Guan Su Lin. After signing and pressing his handprint, she handed him a tissue to wipe his hands.
"Pleasure doing business."
Afterward, A Qi observed Guan Su Lin's gaze lingering on the direction where Zheng Mengni had left. He felt a moment of internal conflict.
He couldn't help but remind him, "You don't have a solid foundation yet; there's no need to take such a big deal just to impress a woman. Besides, your siblings abroad are eyeing the inheritance. You shouldn't let your guard down now."
Guan Su Lin quickly played innocent. "Just this once. After all, the Zheng Family has great potential for development; collaborating with them won't be a loss."
He admitted to having ulterior motives. There were other potential partners more advantageous than the Zheng Family. Yet, the reason he chose this path was simply curiosity—he found himself intrigued by Zheng Mengni as a person, and that was all there was to it.
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