Finally getting rid of Du Zhaohui, Xia Xiaolan could think more clearly alone.

Now that she knew Xia Ziyu’s rebirth secret, did Xia Ziyu know about her?

A thought suddenly struck Xia Xiaolan, making her expression increasingly strange:

“Could she think it was Comrade Afen…”

Ugh.

Xia Xiaolan had never understood why Xia Ziyu investigated Liu Fen before.

Perhaps Xia Ziyu had misunderstood something.

After all, Comrade Afen’s life also seemed incredibly blessed!

A rural woman who had barely escaped illiteracy, remarrying the Special Zone’s mayor after her divorce with her daughter – what Xia Xiaolan saw as fate’s wonder, in Xia Ziyu’s eyes, could only be explained by rebirth advantages.

This fact shocked Xia Ziyu so much that she overlooked Xia Xiaolan’s changes.

Could it be?

Comrade Afen had taken the blame, becoming Xia Ziyu’s true object of wariness – this wasn’t impossible. If in the previous life, ‘Xia Xiaolan’ had followed her original life path and married Wang Jianhua, and Wang Jianhua later succeeded, with his background and abilities, ‘Xia Xiaolan’ would naturally have lived very well.

At least in Xia Ziyu’s eyes, ‘Xia Xiaolan’s’ life was enviable, so after being reborn, Xia Ziyu wanted to seize the life that originally belonged to ‘Xia Xiaolan’.

With this preconception, when ‘Xia Xiaolan’ changed and lived better and better, Xia Ziyu might have just cursed fate, fearing that destiny couldn’t be changed – that after she stole ‘Xia Xiaolan’s’ things, heaven would give ‘Xia Xiaolan’ something even better.

For Xia Ziyu, the biggest change might not have been Xia Xiaolan, but Liu Fen.

It seemed that while ‘Xia Xiaolan’ had done well in her previous life, Comrade Afen’s life circumstances hadn’t changed much.

“I noticed her lack of filial piety long ago.”

Xia Xiaolan muttered to herself.

But it didn’t matter, she wasn’t the original person – she would always be filial to Comrade Afen.

“Hey, Bei… what are you doing here?”

As Xia Xiaolan slowly walked back to the lawn party area, a young man suddenly called out to her.

Wearing a white suit with a silver bow tie.

His facial features had changed slightly, seeming a bit more mature compared to last year. However, this maturity was very limited – he was still basically an immature kid. The person calling her was He Zhitong’s brother, He Shi’en.

“What were you about to call me – Bei Miss? He Shi’en, you still need a beating. This isn’t Hong Kong – if you go around calling people ‘Bei Miss’, you’ll get hit for running your mouth.”

Though she seemed lost in thought, how were her ears so sharp?

He Shi’en tugged at his bow tie, inexplicably feeling his face heat up – must be today’s strong sunshine and too much exposure.

“Hey, you always fixate on these small mistakes, not cute at all for a girl. I’m trying to tell you something else, something important!”

He Shi’en suddenly leaned in close.

“I saw everything earlier. That Du family’s fifth concubine doesn’t like you. Was she mocking you for not being able to enter the high-level VIP members’ lounge? Du Zhaohui couldn’t bring you in either because he dares not offend his father’s young wife… Those adults are all hypocrites, but I can take you in.”

Because he was so close, Xia Xiaolan could even see the young man’s facial fuzz.

This was only their second meeting, right? Were they this familiar?

“Why would you help me?”

He Shi’en snorted, “Why do you care? I do things based on my mood!”

Of course, it was because she was beautiful.

He wouldn’t help an ugly person.

The beautiful President Xia wasn’t grateful:

“What a coincidence, I also do things based on my mood. Right now I’m not in the mood to enter the VIP lounge. Young Master He, go play by yourself.”

He Shi’en’s eyes widened.

Such ingratitude!

Indeed an annoying Bei Miss – even if beautiful, still a Bei Miss.

He Shi’en stalked off with puffed cheeks.

Xia Xiaolan had no time for him. She hadn’t forgotten what He Shi’en had done before – he probably wanted to avenge his sister again, thinking up some way to torment her. Xia Xiaolan naturally wouldn’t cooperate.

He Zhitong might feel wronged.

Xia Xiaolan felt more wrong.

She had no other intentions toward Tang Yuanyue, yet had to take the blame.

Touching the diamond ring on her hand, she suddenly missed Zhou Cheng terribly… With Zhou Cheng, there wasn’t all this scheming and intrigue!

“Xiaolan, are you alright?” Liu Yong returned with Li Fengmei, who was panting: “This place is so big, and the ground isn’t even. Just walking one round has tired me out.”

Swinging clubs wasn’t interesting either – Li Fengmei and Liu Yong had never encountered golf before.

But everyone else could play – if she opposed it, wouldn’t people laugh?

“The club should have instructors. You and Uncle can come to learn when you have time. If you like it, practice; if not, you can learn something else. Running, swimming, dancing – you’ll surely find some recreational activity.”

The exercise wasn’t bad.

Now that farm work was set aside, people still needed to maintain certain exercise levels.

Besides, how could one socialize without learning anything?

Mahjong, shopping, and beauty salons were one form of recreation.

That was what full-time wealthy housewives did. Li Fengmei didn’t want to be a full-time housewife, so she naturally needed to find ways to keep up with Liu Yong’s pace. Anyway, Xia Xiaolan was sure Uncle Liu Yong would definitely learn golf… Liu Yong was a clever person, he had already discovered why the golf club charged 100,000 yuan annual membership fees, and would naturally work hard to enter this circle.

This time Li Fengmei didn’t object.

The club experience had greatly impacted her.

Some middle-aged men brought young women to attend the opening ceremony, their intimate and ambiguous behavior unlike father-daughter relationships, more like… For Li Fengmei, today she’d stepped into not just a golf club, but a strange new world!

If she didn’t keep close to Liu Yong, would Liu Yong, after entering this world, slip away?

Today was the opening ceremony, and the club provided free drinks and food for all guests. If they didn’t like the lawn buffet, they could request specially prepared dishes from the restaurant. Since they were here, they had to have lunch, especially since Kang Wei hadn’t returned.

After one o’clock, Kang Wei finally returned, his expression not looking good:

“It’s no use, we have no evidence to arrest her.”

Xia Ziyu’s entry procedures were complete, with her personal identity information.

Though police often arrested suspects first and investigated slowly, it depended on who was being arrested.

All cases involving foreigners required extreme caution.

Clear, definitive evidence was needed before detaining foreign visitors or Hong Kong merchants – was that Xia Ziyu? She was clearly ‘Xia Minwei’, a legal Hong Kong resident.

The order of arrest first, investigate later versus having evidence first, then arrest couldn’t be reversed when it came to Hong Kong merchants – they always had to be careful.

Arbitrarily arresting Hong Kong merchants – who would dare invest in China after that?

Unless…

“Unless Du Zhaohui ‘sacrifices kinship for justice’ – only if he actively reports Xia Ziyu’s fugitive status.”