Chapter 962: Chapter 935: If You Don’t Hold Back, You’ll Be Out of This World
Xiaoqiang rubbed his hands in frustration, stood up, and walked towards the golf course. Everyone is just too much.
Obviously, he was the first to catch a wife, the first to hold small secret lessons on emotions, lipstick reviews, and wife-chasing tips. In the end, all these guys surpassed him and achieved a hole-in-one. He needs to discuss with his wife about choosing a good day to also score a hole-in-one and put these guys in their place!
Xiaoqiang thought about turning his misfortune in the pregnancy room into triumph on the golf course, planning to take revenge on those novice amateurs.
Then he heard Qiuqiu and Bai Jin from the other side shouting "fore" repeatedly, even his wife couldn’t sit still and walked over, and so did Liumei, who was initially pushing Fugui’s little wheelchair to let him watch her play. But after seeing Bai Jin’s skills, she quickly pushed Fugui back and went over with the determination and expression of a brave warrior.
This situation reminded Qian of singing karaoke with Xiaoqiang, where Xiaoqiang could sing everyone out the door to get some fresh air, and Bai Jin was the one who scared everyone away, leaving only the elderly, sick, and pregnant to the safe area.
As soon as Xiaoqiang turned around, he saw his pitiful wife making a prayer gesture and murmuring at his back, Xiaoqiang was speechless.
"Wife, what are you doing?"
"Each family sends one representative. I’m the woman and children, so I’ll sit out. You go ahead, winning or losing doesn’t matter; it’s just for fun. If you get hit on the forehead and get a big bump, don’t worry, look at this!"
She opened her snow-white palm, and there lay a small ointment bottle, a secret recipe from Mrs. Yu, specifically for treating various bruises and bumps caused by being hit with a golf ball!
"Wife, I just feel that we’re newlyweds, and I don’t feel secure leaving you!"
"Go ahead, the happenings of today are fleeting, tomorrow and the future we’ll share our twilight years together."
Unwilling to walk away, Xiaoqiang grabbed the gossiping Daodao to join him.
After taking several steps, Xiaoqiang felt something wasn’t quite right.
What his wife recited just now didn’t sound right?
"Qian’er, what you recited sounds so familiar..." Even Shui Xian felt Xiaoqiang had been tricked by his wife again, but she couldn’t remember what was wrong.
"These are lines from a game, originally it ended with ’tomorrow and the future you’re already a stranger.’" Fugui, sitting in a wheelchair, was still sharp.
"You’re impressive, Fugui, knowing this." Qian admitted frankly. "I didn’t expect you, a psychiatrist and forensic expert, would dabble in playing games?"
"Not really, Liumei likes these, and Dalong also plays, so I just... ahem." Fugui cleared his throat, and everyone understood.
"Speaking of which, you’re getting married the day after tomorrow, is it appropriate to alter sad poems like this?" Shui Xian kindly reminded.
"No problem, he’s all mine, he can’t run away. This isn’t my fault, he doesn’t play domestic games often, this is my pre-marital patriotic education!"
Such skewed logic, truly Qian’s style.
But then Qian learned what it means to not be too smug, as it could backfire—though that’s for later.
At this moment, Qian looked over at the situation and made a precise comment.
"Turning a golf ball into a baseball, Bai Jin truly is a talent."
"Fore" is a term in golf, used when the ball is hit off course to warn others to watch out.
Qiuqiu, being a sports education major, was at a loss dealing with a sports ignoramus, yet Bai Jin was having fun. He decided to stand aside and just shout along, ensuring every swing was accompanied by a warning. The power of the two was quite astounding, soon a few people on the adjacent course retreated, seemingly frightened away by Bai Jin.
"If my health allowed, I really should play a few rounds with you." Watching others have so much fun, Shui Xian was tempted to try, as her condition was quite stable, and it wasn’t strenuous, but Daodao with a hole-in-one wasn’t reassured.
"After you recover post-birth, we can play eighteen holes. But don’t get your hopes up, because even after you recover fully, you won’t be my match." Qian said confidently, provoking the pregnant woman.
"How can you be so sure? Don’t underestimate me! I used to accompany my father to play golf with people often!" Shui Xian protested.
"That was all about business deals, not for the love of the game; I truly researched it." Qian might not compete on the course with experts like Xiaoqiang, but boasting was her forte.
Though in her previous life she often played with Shui Xian, they were evenly matched, now she just took some verbal advantage, stimulating the pregnant woman’s sense of superiority.
"Many people like to discuss business on the golf course, I bet that group coming over are here for business." Though sitting in a wheelchair, Fugui was concerned, watching Qian and Shui Xian banter he shifted the topic.
They looked over, several folks with sun hats approached, too far to make out their faces.
"How do you know they’re not friends?" Shui Xian asked.
"Intuition of a psychiatric forensic expert."
Fugui couldn’t explain clearly, but observing people for a long time, subtle interactions reveal people’s relationships. Judging by their moves and gestures, they weren’t familiar friends, and there were a few foreigners, in such a luxurious locale, odds are they’re here for business.
"Some prefer negotiating on the golf course, others use the card table. Playing eighteen holes takes about 4-5 hours, you can discern a lot during this time, like personality, handling success/failure attitudes, risk-taking spirit. Personally, I’d choose the card table for favors, and the golf course for partners." Qian objectively commented.
"Then I won’t play golf with you, I surely can’t beat you." With that, Shui Xian gave up.
"Oh?" Qian raised an eyebrow.
"You seldom ask for favors, definitely played more collaborative rounds." Shui Xian rarely saw Qian needing help; even if Qian did, a quick phone call sufficed, like when the issue at Shi Tou’s place arose, she resolved it with a call.
"You’re wrong." Qian smiled confidently, "If I wish, I’d play golf less than cards, recently I’ve learned restraint."
"Cough!" Fugui was sipping water and choked.
If you’re restrained, earning thousands per hour, if not restrained you’d ascend to heaven?
"What do you mean?" Shui Xian asked.
"If I desire, there’ll be people lining up seeking favors, eager to play and lose at cards with me. I’m just tired of that lifestyle."
Though this sounded a bit boastful, Shui Xian and Fugui had to admit Qian spoke the truth.
While they chatted, the group neared, Qian recognized the leading big-bellied bald man. Before reacting, he sprinted straight towards Qiuqiu’s direction, taking a shortcut, and then...
A scream rang out as the man fell, beside him a mischievous little white golf ball.
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