“I’m not angry. I’ll even give you a thick red envelope. If you’d like, I’ll host the finest banquet at Shenzhen’s best restaurant to thank you!”

Could they arrest Sun Ziyu?

Du Zhaohui didn’t want to say anything more.

If Sun Ziyu dared to show her face in Shenzhen, she must have backing—she no longer went by “Sun Ziyu” now. On her Hong Kong residence permit, she was “Sun Minwei,” with the English name Vivi… Damn it! Thinking about this perfect false identity that he had created for her, Du Zhaohui wanted to punch himself a hundred times!

This false identity was flawless. After he “confessed” to Du Chengrong, Du Chengrong had directly taken care of all loose ends.

Who could prove Vivi was Sun Ziyu?

No one could prove it… except for Du Zhaohui himself. But could he be that witness? Unless he was willing to forfeit his remaining inheritance just to send Sun Ziyu to prison—at that point, it would be simpler to just eliminate her!

Even if everyone knew who she was, they lacked the most crucial evidence.

Du Chengrong had made agreements with the Japanese plastic surgeon—if the doctor dared to testify, he would be sued into bankruptcy. More than financial losses, the plastic surgeon feared physical threats from Hong Kong triads even more.

Du Zhaohui wore a mocking smile:

“Where do you think this is? Today is the club’s opening ceremony. Even Harold won’t let the police arrest anyone.”

While China and Britain had signed the declaration for Hong Kong’s 1997 return, it was still 1987. As long as Hong Kong residents hadn’t committed crimes in mainland China, mainland police couldn’t arrest them.

Sun Ziyu had committed crimes and fled.

But ‘Sun Minwei’ was innocent.

‘Sun Minwei’ was even a VIP member holding a high-level invitation.

If she were arrested without cause, how would the city government explain it to Harold? Harold had spent a fortune buying land in Shenzhen, and the golf course project took almost two years to open. On the first day…

Du Zhaohui had made Kang Wei’s brows furrow:

“You mean I can only watch her strut around freely?”

“You can only arrest Sun Ziyu, not Vivi.”

This was another thing Li Fengmei didn’t understand.

How could they not arrest her when everyone knew she was Sun Ziyu?

Liu Yong pulled her aside, “Come on, I’ll take you to the buffet. Let Xiaolan handle this.”

What could Sun Xiaolan do? Thanks to Du Zhaohui’s foolish “assistance,” Sun Ziyu’s life had reached its peak. Kang Wei was unsatisfied, “If we can’t arrest her at the club, surely she won’t stay here forever? I refuse to accept this!”

He didn’t even want to attend the ceremony anymore and left hurriedly.

Just an ordinary member leaving—it wouldn’t cause much of a stir.

Chen Xiliang quickly stepped away when he heard talk of arrests.

He wasn’t avoiding trouble; he just didn’t want Zhang Xiao to hear. Zhang Xiao was his wife, and he trusted her, but her relationship with Sun Xiaolan wasn’t that close—she shouldn’t hear things she shouldn’t. Zhang Xiao held Chen Xiliang’s arm as they walked on the golf course lawn:

“I never expected Hong Kong directors would also be club members. Old Chen, I really must thank you. It feels like you’ve brought me into another world.”

Before shooting the Luna advertisement, Zhang Xiao was just an actress.

After the commercial and subsequent promotional operations, she was evolving into a movie star—as an actress, how much could one make per film? Just that fixed monthly salary. After marrying Chen Xiliang, her quality of life improved dramatically, and Zhang Xiao basically never had to worry about money anymore.

She now had better resources and could choose her films instead of just accepting whatever her work unit assigned.

Moreover, coming to this golf club with Chen Xiliang introduced her to a whole new world.

Earlier, she had coincidentally met a Hong Kong film director in the rest area. He even recognized her, and they had quite a pleasant chat… Though they hadn’t discussed filming, they had exchanged contact information. Zhang Xiao immediately realized her acting career might have broader opportunities now.

This made Zhang Xiao slightly regretful.

Chen Xiliang observed her expression and guessed her thoughts:

“Are you thinking about filming in Hong Kong?”

“No, that’s all uncertain. What films? Nothing’s set in stone… I just think the club membership is quite useful. You were right to stay close to Xiaolan; she thinks of you first for any good opportunities. We’ve already paid the 50,000 yuan annual membership fee. When we have the chance, we should upgrade our membership and meet more people. It would be good for your business.”

Regret was useless anyway—VIP status would go to Xiaolan’s uncle first.

Although Zhang Xiao denied wanting to film in Hong Kong, Chen Xiliang had noticed the Hong Kong director’s obvious appreciation in their conversation.

“Hong Kong films are popular throughout Asia. If you find a suitable role, you should try for it. But I’ve heard the film industry there is quite chaotic, even big stars get threatened by triads. Well, when a real opportunity comes, I’ll figure something out.”

Chen Xiliang looked troubled but didn’t object.

Zhang Xiao was surprised: “You approve of me going?”

Chen Xiliang found this puzzling.

“Why shouldn’t you go? I want to expand my business, don’t you want to develop your career further?”

Zhang Xiao tightened her grip on Chen Xiliang’s arm.

Marrying Chen Xiliang was the right choice.

Chen Xiliang wasn’t just good at business; his thinking was different from many men nowadays. Some men feared their wives becoming too successful. When women pursued their careers outside the home, these men would object, believing women were being too conspicuous and attracting attention—Chen Xiliang had none of this pettiness. He was a man who supported women having their careers!

To find such an open-minded man, Zhang Xiao felt incredibly lucky.

As they say, one takes on the color of one’s company—when making friends, one should befriend those with class.

Her Old Chen’s mindset must have been influenced quite a bit by Sun Xiaolan. Sun Xiaolan was successful in her own business, so her Old Chen thought it was good for women to have careers.

Zhang Xiao turned her gaze to the side, where Sun Xiaolan and Du Zhaohui were talking.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony had ended, and it was free activity time again.

Some members were heading to the golf course with their newly-made friends, some remained at the lawn party, while others were returning to the rest area.

Sun Ziyu, wearing a lake-blue qipao, gracefully approached. But she wasn’t coming to greet Sun Xiaolan; instead, she smiled sweetly while speaking to Du Zhaohui:

“Zhaohui, had I known you wanted to come, we could have come together.”

Come together?

Damn, what nerve.

She had stolen his chance to shine.

Du Zhaohui covered his nose and stepped back, vigorously fanning the air around his nose and mouth. He turned to ask Sun Xiaolan:

“Do you smell that stench? It’s like a wild fox that’s been caged too long and just got released—it’s suffocating, unbearably foul!”

Du Zhaohui’s mouth was truly vicious!

Sun Xiaolan nodded, “There does seem to be a smell.”

“Just a smell? It’s overwhelming! Come on, let’s quickly leave this place.”

Du Zhaohui refused to let Sun Ziyu show off. He wanted to suffocate this stinking woman.

Sun Ziyu finally turned her gaze to Sun Xiaolan’s face:

“What’s wrong, can’t accept defeat? Seeing my current glory makes you all so uncomfortable?”

Now Sun Xiaolan wanted to vomit.

How could anyone take pride in being an old man’s mistress?

…How the hell was this winning?!