Several men watched with itchy hearts, while the other 2 girls could only sit on the cold bench.
The balance was supposed to be 3 men and 3 women, but Dai Lu's arrival disrupted it.
Who wants to be the foil?
If they had known Dai Lu was coming, would they have needed to wake up early to put on makeup and change outfits on their day off?
"Hey, you guys have seen enough. We all know Dai Lu has a good figure, but do you need to stare all the time?"
One of the girls joked.
"Chang Ting, you're overthinking it. I think Dai Lu's golf swing is pretty good; I want to learn from it."
One of the slightly overweight men laughed in response, casually swinging his arm, with the Breguet Marine 5ZU on his wrist following the motion.
"I think her golf club is nice; I want to buy the same one."
The bespectacled man followed up.
"You two are just so hypocritical."
The tallest man, with the most refined facial features, said cheerfully, "Men like to look at beautiful women, just like you women like to look at handsome men. Chang Ting, don't tell me you never stare at handsome men?"
He looked the most affluent there, wearing an Under Armour polo shirt and golf pants, with an Earl's G0A37132 on his wrist, a good 200,000 more expensive than the chubby man's Breguet.
Chang Ting glanced at him demurely: "When we look at handsome guys, we do it stealthily, not blatantly like you guys watching Dai Lu."
The girl next to her teased: "Hey, Tingting, when did you quietly look at handsome guys? Why don't you share with me?"
"Look, isn't Mr. Qian right in front of us? I sneak peeks at him when I'm at work."
Chang Ting was actually quite attractive, with a chest, waist, and hips, and modified only her nose with a bit of technology; the rest was all natural.
On her own, she'd be OK, ranking in the top 5 at the company at least.
Qian Zihao is the nephew of the company's CEO and currently the Deputy Director of Human Resources.
The number two in the department looked average, but the CEO of their company only had one daughter, who was abroad, so it goes without saying who would inherit the large company in the future.
This coveted prize made every single woman in the company with some looks want to have a bite, Chang Ting included.
But women fear comparison the most, and standing next to a fairy like Dai Lu this time, she was immediately suppressed beyond recognition.
Qian Zihao smiled upon hearing this: "Don't be too blatant at work. Later, I'll send you some gym photos on WeChat. Just look at them secretly, and don't share them with others."
"Mr. Qian, don't send overly conservative ones, oh, you know what I want to see," Chang Ting joked.
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"That depends on Mr. Qian's sincerity."
"The sincerity is definitely there."
Qian Zihao knew what Chang Ting wanted and didn't mind flirting with them.
When necessary, deepening the communication wouldn't be bad.
Later on, if he managed to get Dai Lu, couldn't he just dump her?
But conquering a woman like her wouldn't be as fulfilling as conquering Dai Lu.
Qian Zihao's gaze turned back to Dai Lu, swinging in the morning light, with the golden sunlight casting a golden sheen on her perfect figure.
So beautiful! Dai Lu, oh Dai Lu, truly irreplaceable.
While Qian Zihao lusted after her, the Breguet-wearing chubby man and another man brought in to make up the numbers couldn't help but want to curse.
Fine, pretending is okay, but you couldn't care less about disrupting the 3 men and 3 women balance, focusing only on the girl with the highest face value and best figure, and now blatantly flirting with another girl right in front of us?
So we just got left with the most mediocre bespectacled girl to disgust us?
F*ck! The mind filled with curses while the face had to retain decorum.
No way out, Qian Zihao is the nephew of the company's major shareholder, most likely the future heir, and even if they were brought in as foils, they had to hold their noses and accept it.
The chubby man sized up the bespectacled girl, exchanged glances with the guy next to him, but his look seemed to say, "Why don't you go for it?"
F*ck, you don't want to either?!
Dai Lu had swung to her heart's content and walked back from the striking point, casually taking a towel from the caddie to wipe her sweat.
Her fair face was now tinged with a pink flush from the exercise, and her forehead and cheeks were covered in fine sweat.
Dai Lu, when active, exuded more vigor than her usual sultriness, even the motion of connecting with the towel was crisp.
Qian Zihao couldn't help but look at Dai Lu through rose-colored glasses.
"I'll go. I've been itching to try."
Qian Zihao flexed his muscles, his eyes on the golf club in Dai Lu's hand: "Nice club, mind if I borrow it?"
It's one of the little tricks to create rapport with a girl, borrowing her things, using her things to deepen her impression of him.
After using it, you just pretend to forget to return it, and isn't that another reason for a date?
Qian Zihao self-satisfiedly thought she'd surely not reject him based on reason or sentiment and subconsciously reached out to take the club.
Dai Lu smiled slightly: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Qian. This club is custom-made for women, it might not suit you. Moreover, it's too old, how about I get you a new one next time?"
Qian Zihao's smile paused for a moment, and he retracted his hand awkwardly, "No worries, I'll just use mine."
He picked up his own club with an air of nonchalance.
The more so, the more it ignited his fighting spirit.
What's the point in winning over a woman like Chang Ting who throws herself at him? Conquering Dai Lu, that's what makes a true winner!