Chapter 106: Misunderstanding

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Ouyang Muya blushed slightly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Lin, I might…”
Lin Yan stepped beside her, “It’s nothing, it’s just a game.”
The next player from another group took their turn.
Shangguan Ranyan confidently took the club; this was hardly a challenge for her.
Huang Pu Deep Affection gazed tenderly at the young girl preparing to serve, a gentle smile touching his lips, a softness in his eyes that no one else could perceive.
Sure enough, Shangguan Ranyan sank the ball straight into the hole without any curves or detours.
She happily ran up to Huang Pu Deep Affection, beaming like a child seeking praise.
He pressed a kiss to her temple as a sign of encouragement.
This display stirred pangs of bittersweet emotion in those nearby; they were the only couple present.
Ouyang Mufeng was the first to voice his discomfort, “Second brother, this is a public place, think about our feelings.”
His eyes narrowed, his tone sharp, “Got a problem with that?”
Ouyang Mufeng thought: Hey, with my hot temper, I...
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Everyone chuckled.
The second player was Zhen Mi, who was also skilled at golf. After entering the entertainment industry, she made sure to learn all the leisure activities favored by high society, so she could hold bargaining chips anywhere.
With elegant movements, she swung the club, controlling the small ball perfectly into the hole.
Ouyang Mufeng danced excitedly, “Zhen Mi, you’re amazing—we’re definitely winning!”
Next was Shang Mingcheng; unsurprisingly, he too scored.
Ouyang Muya was last. It was obvious she wouldn’t make it in.
She gently swung the club; amid everyone’s anticipation, the ball stopped midway.
Ouyang Mufeng burst into laughter, “Hahaha…”
Except for Huang Pu Deep Affection, smiles spread across everyone’s faces.

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Even the usually reserved Lin Yan smiled faintly.
Ouyang Muya was mortified.
In the end, she and Lin Yan were tasked with paying for lunch.
She knew it was because she lost the game and suggested that she pay.
Lin Yan said warmly, “It’s just a meal; it won’t break me.”
They all went to a high-end restaurant near the club for lunch.
After the meal, Zhen Mi and Shang Mingcheng returned to shoot their scenes, which would last until around the end of the year.
Ouyang Mufeng naturally escorted them back from the set.
So the group of eight was now down to five.
They returned to the club to try other recreational activities.
This club was also part of Huang Pu Deep Affection’s private holdings. Shangguan Ranyan teased, “How many private venues do you even have?”
He replied, “I’ve never counted.”
She clicked her tongue, his private assets nearly rivaled their family’s.
No wonder public opinion of him was so high; being the eldest son of the Huang Pu family was more than just a name.
Beyond the golf they played that morning, the club offered bowling, billiards, roller skating, cricket, baseball, squash, sand polo, laser shooting ranges, archery, water sports, chess rooms, game halls, KTV lounges, ballrooms, and more. There were also beauty and wellness services, dining options, and so forth—not all could be listed.
The five of them moved on to billiards.
Shangguan Ranyan realized that Mr. Huang Pu truly excelled at everything.
Huang Pu Deep Affection took the cue, adjusted his stance, and struck the white ball with his right hand. Without looking carefully, the cue ball lightly tapped the others, causing them to scatter in confusion, yet every ball dropped into a pocket, leaving only the lonely white ball rolling on the table.
Gong Yi spread his hands with a smile, “Huang Pu, you finished all the shots—what are the rest of us supposed to play?”
“Reset the balls,” he said, then sat beside the young girl.
A long sofa stood next to the table.
On Shangguan Ranyan’s other side sat Muya and Lin Yan.

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The attendant quickly arranged the balls back on the table.
Gong Yi leaned over the table, aimed at the white ball, struck it hard with his back hand, scattering the balls and sinking three into the pockets.
Lin Yan took the cue Gong Yi handed him and proceeded to pot the remaining balls one by one.
Later, they also played bowling and shooting. Shangguan Ranyan and Muya enjoyed badminton, tennis, and more, playing until about five in the afternoon before leaving.
On their way out, Shangguan Ranyan drove Huang Pu Deep Affection home, which delighted him greatly, as no one had ever driven him home before.
All the previous drivers who had chauffeured Huang Pu Deep Affection home: …
So, were they not even considered human?
Before they reached the bay villa, Shangguan Ranyan’s phone rang. She reached for it, but a pair of slender, immaculate hands were quicker. “Sweetheart, it’s unsafe to answer while driving. Let me take it.”
Shangguan Ranyan had no objection, but if she had known who was calling, she would have rather hung up than answered.
“Hi, Aico! You’re really amazing! Your paintings are going crazy. When will you send me the November draft?”
“Baby, are you listening? You have to finish the draft…”
“Baby?” The man’s tone was heavy with emphasis. His grip tightened on the phone—not speaking to the phone, but to the girl driving.
The atmosphere inside the car turned icy cold, like a frozen winter lake.
Shangguan Ranyan startled and screeched the car to a halt.
She forced a smile, “It’s a misunderstanding. That’s just how he talks.”
She took the phone, her tone turning cold, “Bell, wasn’t it agreed to change it to a year? And don’t call me that again.”
Annoyed, she hung up the phone.