There was a woman who stared at Jian Yiling for most of the time.
The woman was in her early twenties. She had outstanding facial features.
“Is that her?” the woman asked Han Mengyu.
“Sister Ping, can’t you tell? Don’t think about it anymore,” Han Mengyu replied as he shook his head helplessly.
Yao Moping was in their friendship circle. Everyone respectfully called her “Sister Ping.”
This was a recognition for her status in society and of her character.
As they often hung out together, everyone knew that Sister Ping liked Master Sheng.
As soon as Sister Ping heard that Master Sheng was getting engaged, she immediately took a flight from New York back to Beijing.
Before seeing it with her own eyes, Yao Moping refused to believe this news.
She did not believe that Zhai Yunsheng would have his heart set on a girl.
“Which Beijing family is she from?”Yao Moping asked.
“She’s not from Beijing. She’s from the Jian family in Hengyuan City,” Han Mengyu replied.
“Hengyuan City? A second tier city?”
Hengyuan City was not a major city in China. In fact, it could not be even considered a provincial city. At most, it was merely a second-tier city.
A family from Hengyuan City was nothing compared to the powerful families in Beijing.
It was not even worth comparing them to the Zhai family.
In fact, everyone present today had a stronger social standing than her.
Hang Mengyu quickly understood the meaning behind Yao Moping’s words. He advised: “Sister Ping, Master Sheng does not care about social status. You know this. Miss Yiling’s family background does not matter to him. What matters is that he likes her.”
However, it was as though Yao Moping completely ignored Han Mengyu’s words. Instead, her eyes focused on Zhai Yunsheng. Currently, Zhai Yunsheng was throwing the bowling ball.
After a while, Yao Moping’s eyes moved over to Jian Yiling. Jian Yiling was currently seated in a nearby resting place.
Jian Yiling’s appearance was petite. She had a fair face and delicate-looking features.
The first two words that came into Yao Moping’s mind as she looked at Jian Yiling were soft and boneless.
Currently, Jian Yiling was sitting down. She held a phone in her hand and was tapping away at the screen. She did not look at Zhai Yunsheng.
However, if it were Yao Moping, she would have never moved her line of sight off Zhai Yunsheng.
Did that girl not have him in her heart?
The current game that was being played was bowling.
It was a single-person match. The result of each round was added together. The person who had the most points after six rounds would become the overall winner.
Jian Yiling did not participate in this match. Therefore, Zhai Yunsheng participated by himself.
Every game cost ten thousand dollars to enter. As a total of twenty people partcipated, the overall prize pool was two hundred thousand dollars.
The top three participants would split the entire prize pool.
First place would split one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, second place would split sixty thousand dollars and third place would split twenty thousand dollars.
Previously, Zhai Yunsheng didn’t really care about bowling. Therefore, his score would typically rest in the middle of their friendship group.
However, he was obviously much more serious today.
He managed to get a strike in all six rounds.
Upon seeing this, the other participants became incredibly depressed.
Master Sheng was aiming for first place!
After the match was over, Master Sheng was undoubtedly ranked first. He took away most of the prize money.
And thus, the money got transferred to Zhai Yunsheng’s bank account.
After the money reached Zhai Yunsheng’s account, he immediately transferred it to Jian Yiling.
He had won a total of one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. After subtracting the registration fee of ten thousand dollars, there was still a net profit of one hundred and ten thousand dollars.
“I’m submitting all my income,” Zhai Yunsheng said to Jian Yiling with a big smile.
It was as though he was very satisfied with the money he won.
After Jian Yiling received the money, she transferred ten thousand dollars back to Zhai Yunsheng: “Pocket money.”