Chapter 892 Yang Qian Defeats Yingxuan 1

This bitch said no, even if she said no, it would be better than being embarrassed. "I guess Miss Cheng is afraid of me, Yang Qian. Cheng Yingxuan, the chief engineer of Thunder Group, agreed to the competition and doesn't keep her word."

Her name and title were deliberately mentioned in order to let the people watching the game know and spread the word.

Several middle-aged people not far away heard this and whispered to each other.

Cheng Yingxuan's ears were bright and she heard the conversation between those people.

"The one who made the hole-in-two was Yang Qian, the daughter of General Yang, and the man next to her was Mr. Yan from the Thunder Group. The other woman who lost without a fight was Cheng Yingxuan."

"It turns out to be Cheng Yingxuan, the biological mother of Mr. Yan's son. There have long been rumors about the marriage between the Yan and Yang families. It seems that Cheng Yingxuan not only lost to Yang Qian in golf but also fled without a fight. Mrs. Yan's throne can only be given to Yang Miss, please free up..."

After Yan Shiting heard this, his face was as cold as ice, and his thick black brows wrinkled without trace.

Yang Qian deliberately stood very close to Yan Shiting, instead of standing as far away as Cheng Yingxuan, just to let the spectators know that she was with him.

When she heard others say this, especially when Yan Shiting denied it, she smiled and rolled her eyes.

Mu Yufeng was actually quite happy that outsiders thought that Cheng Yingxuan could not become Mrs. Yan, so she pretended to be angry and yelled, "What's so good about Mrs. Yan? I am Mu Yufeng, the eldest son of the Mu family, Mrs. Mu's wife The throne is waiting for her to sit on it at any time! As long as she wants, I can marry her now!"

The spectators were stunned after hearing this.

"It turns out to be Mr. Mu. I asked you why you look so familiar. I didn't recognize it for a moment." A short, fat middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman walked over from among the people watching the battle, while the others did not Dare to move.

Because Yan Shiting had a dark face from beginning to end, exuding a cold air even from a distance, as if he was about to kill someone at any time.

It's safer to stay far away.

The short, fat middle-aged man who came over said hello, "There is Mr. Yan... you are here. I am Qiu Houxin, the chairman of Liansheng." He gestured to the middle-aged woman accompanying him and said, "This is my wife."

Then he said to Cheng Yingxuan, "Miss Cheng, we have met before."

Of course, Cheng Yingxuan had met Qiu Houxin. She was treated very hospitably in his company. He even flattered her so much that he refused to discuss cooperation with her and asked her to take care of him.

It was said that Yan Shiting had an order not to allow anyone to cooperate with her, and she did not dare to disobey the order.

She had no choice but to enjoy a lot of flattery and then return in vain.

"There are countless women in the world who want to marry Mr. Mu." A middle-aged woman, Mrs. Qiu, said with a flattering look, "Miss Cheng is really lucky to be able to marry Mr. Mu."

Yan Shiting suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot her with a sharp and evil gaze.

Mrs. Qiu's scalp suddenly became numb and her legs and feet felt weak.

Qiu Houxin was so frightened that he tugged at his wife's hand and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Miss Cheng is the biological mother of Mr. Yan's son..."

"Young Master Mu wanted to marry her just now, I just wanted to flatter Young Master Mu..." Mrs. Qiu explained anxiously.

"Then you can't offend Mr. Yan for this." The two of them spoke in low voices, but little did they know that they all listened.

"Miss Cheng, don't marry Mr. Mu, you should marry Yan..." Mrs. Qiu quickly changed her mind and received another sharp look from Mu Yufeng. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she didn't know what to say.

Qiu Houxin weighed it for a long time. He originally wanted to come here to curry favor with Mr. Yan and Mr. Mu, but now it’s okay. Both sides are not pleased, “Mr. Yan, Mr. Mu, I was wrong!”