846: 623, how can you lower your head when you have once been lifted above the head by dad?
846: 623, how can you lower your head when you have once been lifted above the head by dad?
“Swish.”
A pristine white golf ball traced a delightful arc through the air, only to land awkwardly on the soft lawn, bouncing a few times before sliding to a stop a good ten meters away from the hole.
He Yihui followed its trajectory, withholding no courtesies, and said with a smile devoid of worldly guiles, “Sister, your golf skills have regressed.”
Dressed in a crisp golf outfit, He Junru straightened up, her smile natural, “Effort breeds success, and I haven’t touched a golf club in over half a year.”
As she spoke, she raised her hand.
The caddie, adept at reading the room, quickly stepped forward to take the carbon fiber golf club with both hands.
“Let’s take a break.”
The half-sisters walked shoulder to shoulder towards the sun umbrella.
Though the younger, Yi Hui was visibly taller than Junru by nearly half a head.
“Yi Hui, it’s really rare to see you.”
He Junru joked as she picked up a juice.
“It’s only because you’re too busy,” Yi Hui replied.
He Junru laughed softly, “It seems like I’m not the busy one.
I come back quite often, but almost every time I’m here, you’re not.
You aren’t even married yet; if you were, it would be even harder to meet.”
In terms of appearance, Junru couldn’t compare with Yihui; it wasn’t about age, Yi Hui simply inherited the best features from their parents, unlike Junru.
If Yi Hui got her looks from her parents, Junru inherited their personality, or rather, their temperament.
For instance.
Both disliked ostentatious displays, but while Yihui would be seen as a striking beauty in the streets, not readily recognized as a casino tycoon’s daughter, Junru’s presence in public felt extraordinary to anyone.
Getting married.
Faced with her sister’s teasing, Yi Hui maintained a calm demeanor without a trace of shyness, returning, “Sister, you aren’t married either.”
Men should marry at the right age.
Women too.
Plainly speaking, by Junru’s age, she should ideally have children old enough to fetch soy sauce.
But such statements were generally daunting to make.
Perhaps because she was the younger sister or maybe due to her indifference, Junru, neither angry nor upset, chuckled, “Do you think you can compare with me?
I’ve never once thought about marriage in my life.”
“Then I’ll talk to Mommy about it,” Yi Hui quickly responded.
“She always tells me to take you as a role model.”
Junru laughed heartily, eyeing her unusually chatty sister, and teased, “See, dating really changes you.
Where’s that famously aloof beauty of our household?”
Wealthy families lack kinship.
Though somewhat extreme, this saying wasn’t entirely untrue for the He siblings, who could go a year without seeing each other, their conversations even rarer.
Yi Hui picked up her juice, “Sister, who told you I was dating?”
“Isn’t it true?”
Junru feigned confusion.
“No.”
The beautiful Yi Hui simply responded.
“Still hiding it from me?”
Junru, with meaningful intrigue, brought up, “Your thing with Guo Anle, I mustn’t be the first to know.”
Yi Hui remained unflustered, picking up her straw, “He and I are just friends.”
“Friends.”
Junru smiled, “Perhaps only you think that.
As someone who’s been through it, I can see clearly, Guo Anle truly likes you.”
Although currently single, it didn’t mean Junru lacked romantic experiences; nobody is born resilient.
But some people are just not meant for relationships.
“That’s his business, not mine.”
Yi Hui was stoic, looking distantly.
In Haojiang, where land is so precious, creating such a vast golf course was no small feat.
The sky, clear and blue, with clouds rolling leisurely and the sprawling green lawns, provided a serene and unpressing atmosphere.
He likes me, that’s his business, not mine.
How assertive.
Junru watched her sister, whose face bore some resemblance to their father, and lightly asked, “You really don’t like him at all?”
Yi Hui shook her head.
As a second-generation figurehead, Junru didn’t assume an all-knowing stance but rather shared an intriguing piece of advice, “If there’s no spark, there’s no need to force yourself.
Choosing who to be with, for a woman, is as crucial as the metaphorical ‘rebirth’.
The difference is you can’t choose where to be born, but you can choose a partner.”
This advice would be perfectly normal in any ordinary family, but here, it needed careful consideration.
Turning away from the distance, Yi Hui turned her head, only to see the peaceful profile of her sister drinking lemon water.