Chapter 532 The Four Beauties of Qinhuai

• Eight thirty in the morning. Sunlight in full bloom. White clouds drifting over the private club’s golf course in Suhang.
• The course sat high on a natural mountain range, hugged by rivers and hills on all sides. Picture-perfect. From this vantage point, West Lake lay at their feet, the view of Suhang sweeping wide and clear. Sunbeams danced across the water like molten silver. Of course, a place this fancy cost a fortune. Only Suhang’s elite came and went—loaded, powerful, hard to ignore.
• On the lush green fairway, a tall man in casual wear gripped his club. He took a breath, lined up the shot, and swung easy. The white ball traced a smooth arc across the sky, kissed the ground, spun twice, then slipped clean into the hole.