Jingxia Rose

Chapter 11 011: Good Luck
Xiao Song's full name is Song Ya. She is Shang Lin's secretary. Ji Xian had met her once before. She is very beautiful and has a close relationship with Shang Lin.

However, Shang Lin never publicly acknowledged their relationship, and at this time he only used the distant title "Little Song" instead of the usual "Secretary Song".

A faint hint of disappointment flashed across Song Ya's eyes, followed by envy.

It was envy of Ji Xian.

I envy her ability to keep such an outstanding man like Wen Qi by her side, but it's a pity that not every man is Wen Qi.

Ji Xuan chuckled, "Then I might disappoint President Shang. I'm really not very good at playing golf."

She had accompanied Wen Qi here three or four times, but most of the time it was for business. Only the first time was when the court officially opened and Wen Qi, as a shareholder, came to cut the ribbon, and she tried playing a couple of rounds.

It was her first time playing golf, and she didn't even quite understand the rules.

Later I figured out the rules, but I didn't have many opportunities to learn them.

"Miss Ji is too modest."

Shang Lin didn't believe it. Everyone knew that Wen Qi was one of the shareholders of Junlang Golf Course, and as his girlfriend, Ji Xuan should be a regular at the course.

Song Ya wasn't very good at golf either; he originally just wanted to save face for Wen Qi.

Just then, the caddie walked over carrying a golf bag and clubs. Wen Qi had two custom-made personal clubs. He took one of them, weighed it in his hand, and said, "Mr. Shang, shall we play a game?"

Shang Lin picked out a golf club, raised his eyebrows, and said, "It's an honor."

The standard is 30 strokes for 10 holes for two people. Normally, it would be 72 strokes for 18 holes, but that would take too much time and would look like a formal competition, which would be boring.

Wen Qi's golf skills were superb, giving Shang Lin no chance at all, and he made every shot very easily.

He played 10 holes and only used 19 strokes.

Some of them were hole-in-one, leaving the two supervisors beside Shang Lin in awe.

Shang Lin used up all 30 strokes and only managed to get into 8 holes.

Afterwards, I had a few more matches with the two directors, and unsurprisingly, I won both.

"Everyone says that General Wen's ball skills are superb, and it's certainly true. I've learned a lot from him," Shang Lin praised with a smile.

Wen Qi tossed the club to the caddie, took the handkerchief handed to him by another person to wipe his hands, and replied casually, "You flatter me."

My gaze swept around the field and finally landed on a figure in a white sports dress in the distance.

While they were having a heated argument, Song Ya and another secretary invited Ji Xuan to another venue.

Ji Xian naturally did not refuse, and took Wen Qi's other favorite golf club and went over.

But she really wasn't very good at it; she took over twenty shots and didn't make a single ball.

Song Ya and her other secretary managed to score a few goals.

As it turns out, what she said before was not just modesty; Song Ya had prepared a whole lot of flattery, but it was completely useless.

Ji Xian remained calm, showing no embarrassment or panic.

As she took a deep breath and prepared to swing again, she heard Song Ya suddenly call out, "President Wen."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xian straightened up and looked back, only to see Wen Qi strolling towards them in the evening glow. He nodded slightly in response and walked straight to Ji Xian's side.

He grabbed her wrist and adjusted her posture, saying, "Relax, let your arms hang down, rotate your left hand slightly inward, with your thumb pointing to the ground, and don't move your head."

After saying that, he moved behind her again, took her hand, and swung his club toward the hole in front of him.

The ball spun twice around the hole before landing precisely.

This is Ji Xian's first goal of the day.

"Try it as I just said," Wen Qi said, stepping back and gesturing for the caddie to take the ball.

Ji Xian nodded and swung his club again, following his instructions.

But the ball still didn't go in. On the third ball, Wen Qi patiently taught her how to score, until the eighth ball when Ji Xuan finally scored on her own.

His expression was cool, his eyes were deep and calm, and he showed no impatience. After she scored the goal, he even nodded and said, "Hmm, not bad, you learn very quickly."

He's always been very good at providing emotional support. Ji Xian smiled, "You've taught me well."

"I was wondering why President Wen disappeared during the game. Turns out he came over to coach Miss Ji." Shang Lin and the other two directors walked over and teased.

After exchanging pleasantries and watching Ji Xuan and Song Ya play a few rounds of ball, they turned and went inside as dusk fell.

The main building has six floors. Shang Lin reserved a table on the top floor, and the second floor is a bathing area where they kept spare clothes.

After changing his clothes, Ji Xuan came out and saw Song Ya touching up her makeup. He walked over and tidied his hair.

"Do you want to use it?" Song Ya handed her the cushion foundation.

"Thank you." She smiled and waved, then took out her lipstick from her bag and touched up her lipstick a little.

Looking at her pretty face with minimal makeup, Song Ya withdrew her hand, her eyes filled with envy, and said softly, "You're so lucky."

Ji Xian glanced at her sideways.

There was no contempt or mockery in Song Ya's eyes; she believed that these words came from the bottom of her heart.

Of course, I understood what she meant by those words.

Ever since Wen Qi openly acknowledged their relationship, everyone has said that she is lucky and destined for greatness, and that she is about to rise to a higher social status.

After all, there are very few wealthy young men like Wen Qi who are not womanizers and are also good-looking, and she is lucky enough to become his girlfriend.

They've been together for so many years without breaking up, and they've even met each other's parents.

To outsiders, the fact that the Wen family didn't object to their relationship was a form of approval.

A slight smile played on her lips, her tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "Indeed, those shots wouldn't have gone in if it weren't for good luck. Otherwise, how could I have beaten you?"

Song Ya was taken aback and turned to look at her.

I don't know if she genuinely didn't understand or was deliberately misinterpreting her meaning.

In short, there was no trace of emotion on her face.

She suddenly began to admire Ji Xian, not only for her ability to keep a man, but also for her calm and high emotional intelligence.

“Luck is also a part of strength.” Song Ya smiled, her words seemingly carrying a deeper meaning. “Like me, I’m just lacking in luck.”

Ji Xuan put the lipstick into his bag. "It's just a few balls. It means your luck lies elsewhere."

"That's true. Miss Ji, you're very optimistic."

Are you able to think positively about it?
Ji Xuan pondered this question repeatedly in her mind, but even after arriving at the private room, she still couldn't come up with an answer.

When Wen Qi saw her coming over, he took the initiative to pull out a chair next to him for her to sit down.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and pleasant. Wen Qi didn't drink alcohol, so Shang Lin naturally couldn't force Ji Xian to drink any more. The wine on the table was removed and replaced with tea.

Shang Lin remained calm and only brought up the project at the end of the dinner.

Wen Qi did not show any resistance, and actually chatted with him for a few minutes, and even pointed out the problems with their previous project proposal.

It was past nine o'clock when I left the stadium.

The mountain road, bathed in the dim light of the streetlights, was quiet. Through the car window, one could overlook half of the city, its lights twinkling like a dazzling painting.

A gentle evening breeze made it feel relaxed and pleasant.

It was a rare moment that made her feel like she was on a date.

As she was thinking this, a sudden, deep male voice rang out in the car, "Get me Shang Chong's data report tomorrow."

"Bang--"

Listen, that's probably the sound of a filter breaking.

Ji Xian suddenly focused the light that had been gradually fading in his eyes, and with a calm expression, he pursed his lips and replied, "Okay."

Wen, a straight man, Qi