166: Chapter 166 Chen Shuting Makes Her Appearance, Song Siming Falls for Her

Song Siming and the others all wore puzzled expressions; they couldn't immediately recall whose vehicle in their circle was of this caliber.

At this moment, the front passenger door was pushed open, and a beautiful woman wearing a sportswear outfit stepped out. She first nodded slightly toward Zhao Yang, and just as she was about to walk around to open the door, the rear door opened by itself.

A stunning beauty stepped out from inside, with almond-shaped eyes and red lips—it was none other than Chen Shuting.

She waved and smiled directly at Zhao Yang: "Prosecutor Zhao."

Zhao Yang put on a look of surprise and strode over: "Chen Shuting! Guan Zhizhi! When did you two come to Shanghai? You didn't even tell me."

"Prosecutor Zhao, I came here accompanying Manager Chen Shuting." Guan Zhizhi smiled.

Chen Shuting winked at Zhao Yang and smiled: "How would I dare to disturb you? What's this, you have time to play Golf today? Then let's play together."

"Come, come, let me introduce you." Zhao Yang led Chen Shuting over to Song Siming and said: "This is our Shanghai Mayor Zhang's top secretary, Song Siming, Director Song."

Song Siming looked at Chen Shuting, a flash of amazement passing through his eyes. He felt the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't recall it for the moment, so he could only nod with a smile.

Chen Shuting extended her hand generously: "Director Song, hello. I am from Jinghai Construction Group, Chen Shuting. Very pleased to meet you."

Only then did it dawn on Song Siming, and he hurriedly extended his hand to shake Chen Shuting's lightly: "So it is the Real Estate Queen who has arrived; I truly apologize for my lack of respect."

"Director Song is too polite." Chen Shuting smiled faintly, "Are you and Prosecutor Zhao friends?"

Song Siming was stunned for a moment, but still nodded: "Prosecutor Zhao and I get along quite well."

"Since we are all friends, that's just great." Chen Shuting looked at Manager Chen Sifu and the other two: "And these three are..."

"Oh... this is a friend from the business world; just call him Little Chen." Song Siming said seemingly nonchalantly, "And those two ladies are both Little Chen's subordinates, here to help."

Chen Shuting realized and smiled slightly at the three: "Hello."

"Hello, Manager Chen Shuting." The three said in unison.

Manager Chen Sifu's expression, however, was a bit awkward. He felt stung by Song Siming's attitude just now—they were clearly calling each other brothers in private, so why had he become "Little Chen" now?

Zhao Yang suggested playing Golf together, and naturally, no one objected. As they walked inside, Manager Chen Sifu secretly tugged on Song Siming, looking resentful: "Brother..."

Song Siming frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Brother... please give me a little Face in front of Chen Shuting. You didn't even say my full name, nor what I do; I didn't even get a chance to take out my business card."

Song Siming wore an expression of being disappointed that his protégé hadn't lived up to expectations: "In front of her, you still want Face? Do you know that your lousy company isn't even worth her little finger? With the scale of the Jinghai Construction Group, even Mayor Zhang has to treat her with courtesy. I'm warning you, today you must serve Manager Chen Shuting well. If the Construction Group can let a little profit slip through their fingers for you, it would be enough for you to live on for several lifetimes."

Manager Chen Sifu nodded repeatedly: "I'll remember that, Brother."

Song Siming snorted coldly, put on a smiling Face, and followed them.

He could see that both of them were from Jinghai and must have known each other for a long time. Now, one in politics and one in business, and both being fellow townsmen, their relationship was definitely not ordinary. What level was Chen Shuting at? A major group that could rank among the best in the country. And what level was Manager Chen Sifu at? He couldn't even rank in Shanghai. Zhao Yang and Chen Shuting's relationship looked like that of siblings; if he were to call Manager Chen Sifu brother, wouldn't he be stepping on his own Face?

The one who came with Chen Shuting was Guan Zhizhi. At this moment, she was chatting happily with Su Tan and Haizao.

Zhao Yang was a bit puzzled and asked Chen Shuting: "Why didn't Old Huang come with you?"

"He took Xiaochen to Austria."

"To play? The father-son relationship is going quite well, I see."

"Zhenhua's design won an international silver award, so he went to accept the award and took the opportunity to take Xiaochen to play."

Zhao Yang nodded: "No wonder, Old Huang is now an internationally renowned designer."

Chen Shuting's Face beamed with a bit of pride: "Don't praise him to his Face; his ego is already through the roof."

Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Then you should call Uncle and Auntie over to suppress him."

Song Siming listened from the side, secretly shocked by the amount of information in this conversation. It sounded like Zhao Yang and Chen Shuting were family friends; they were surprisingly familiar. It seemed that not only was Zhao Yang wealthy himself, but his relationship with business magnates like Chen Shuting was also quite deep.

Therefore, he raised Zhao Yang another level in his mind, even placing him on the same level as Mayor Zhang. He couldn't bring himself to flatter Zhao Yang in front of outsiders, but he could be more attentive to Chen Shuting.

At this time, everyone had reached the teeing area. Manager Chen Sifu diligently took out Zhao Yang's Golf clubs, and then felt a sense of darkness before his eyes. Zhao Yang's bag was genuine leather, with soft and tough texture—absolutely top-tier goods. The Golf clubs in such a bag should at least be high-end carbon fiber clubs to match.

But Zhao Yang's clubs felt heavy in the hand—very heavy. At a glance, they were the cheapest steel-shaft clubs, and not even the ones that had been weight-reduced—definitely cheap goods. To put such terrible clubs in such a good bag was a waste of a good thing!

"Prosecutor Zhao, your clubs are quite heavy, no wonder the bag is so heavy." Manager Chen Sifu handed the clubs to Zhao Yang in a fawning manner.

"It's alright." Zhao Yang took the clubs, twirled them lightly, emitting a sharp whistling sound in the air, "These clubs are actually a bit light, it's a pity there aren't any heavier ones."

Song Siming subconsciously moved a little further away, gave a wink to Manager Chen Sifu, and whispered: "Prosecutor Zhao doesn't seem to know how to play very well; be careful what you say in a moment."

Manager Chen Sifu nodded: "I know, Brother, you should also go easy on him."

Song Siming glared at him: "Do I need you to teach me?"

Seeing that Chen Shuting had finished her warm-up and marked her ball, he smiled: "Young Miss Chen, why don't you go first?"

Chen Shuting smiled and looked at Zhao Yang: "Prosecutor Zhao, shall I go first?"

Zhao Yang made a gesture of invitation: "Ladies first."

"Alright then." Chen Shuting twisted her waist and swung the club in one smooth motion.

Crack.

With the crisp sound of the Golf ball flying out, her beautiful Face tilted slightly, and a few strands of hair danced gently in the wind.

Song Siming's heart gave a sharp tug.

This appearance, this demeanor—it was countless times better than the "yellow-faced woman" at home. He even felt that the pure Haizao had lost its appeal.

Zhao Yang noticed his burning gaze and the corner of his mouth twitched. It seemed he had forgotten to consider the appeal of a "sister-in-law." This term "sister-in-law" really wasn't Zhao Yang teasing; counting from Huang Yimei, Chen Shuting really had become Zhao Yang's sister-in-law.

"Good!" When the ball landed over there, Song Siming's praise rang out immediately, "Young Miss Chen is an expert."

Chen Shuting smiled slightly: "Not at all, just playing casually. Director Song, why don't you go?"

"Alright." Looking at the graceful Chen Shuting, Song Siming didn't even bother to ask Zhao Yang; he went straight to the teeing ground, used his best level, and took a swing.

Crack, crack, crack.

Chen Shuting clapped: "It's a pity Director Song doesn't go to competitions."

Song Siming suppressed his fluttering heart and smiled: "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

At this moment, his peripheral vision swept over Zhao Yang, and his heart skipped a beat.

He had actually forgotten him; that was really inappropriate. Song Siming hurriedly tried to make up for it: "Prosecutor Zhao, I'm really sorry, I should have let you go first. My fault, my fault."

Zhao Yang waved his hand and said indifferently: "I've only played in video games; this is my first time playing for real. I'll just watch your movements."

Song Siming breathed a sigh of relief inwardly and smiled: "Why not let Little Chen demonstrate for you a few times? His basic movements are quite solid."

"No need, no need, I'll just copy what you do." Zhao Yang waved his hand nonchalantly, walked to the teeing ground, and prepared to tee off.

Song Siming and Manager Chen Sifu both wore expressions of wanting to say something but holding back. Just by looking at Zhao Yang's posture, they knew this shot could land the ball anywhere. He really wasn't afraid of embarrassing himself.