Welcome to Daily Financial News. I'm the host Wenxuan. .. The latest news received this afternoon indicates that the share price of Oriental International continues to decline. This is the fifth consecutive trading day of decline for this company. All these indicate that Oriental International has for the first time fallen into a crisis of trust among shareholders, and its corporate image has been severely affected...

The TV is currently broadcasting a news report. Ye Chenghuan is not interested in these and is about to change the channel. Suddenly, he sees a group of senior managers surrounding a woman with a graceful figure and wearing sunglasses as she exits the building. The woman's expression is gloomy as she avoids the flashes of the cameras and the microphones. An assistant-like person, while pushing aside the throng of people, calls out: "Sorry, nothing to report! At the official press conference, Oriental International will give everyone a reasonable explanation..."

The scene cuts back to the studio until the woman, escorted by the crowd, gets into a long-wheelbase Mercedes-Benz and drives away hurriedly from the scene.

He leaned forward and it wasn't Lin Peishan, was it!

However, he still had difficulty equating that elegant and beautiful girl with the head of the listed group.

While thinking and daydreaming, he looked up and saw a graceful figure passing by above. Lin Peishan walked down gracefully. She put on a pale purple narrow-neck wool sweater, with a red and blue checkered scarf tied around her neck hanging down to her chest. Her lower body was a worn-out blue jeans, perfectly outlining the youthful and healthy curves. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her fair face was unadorned, yet the features were still exquisite.

She walked down the stairs with a cold expression, "Take me out for a while."

"So late, where are you going?"

"Whether to go or not is up to you." Lin Peishan didn't explain and directly left the door.

When Ye Chenghuan came out, he saw a shiny red Ferrari F430 supercar and the cold side view of that face inside. He rubbed his hands and blew air into them, "Ah, such a good car, let me drive it."

After a nightmare-like wild ride, Lin Peishan is still haunted by his crazy posture and driving skills. He gave him a cold look and said, "Get in the car."

In the deep night, it seemed there was fog. The Ferrari, moving through the night, was like a red flame.

The car traveled about another ten minutes outside the city before finally arriving at a beautiful seaside resort with a scenic view. It slowly wound its way over the gravel-paved road, passed through the dense greenery, and came to a large open area. Finally, it stopped in a parking lot full of luxury cars.

After getting out of the car, in front of them was a unique bowl-shaped building. It was connected to the various traditionally rebellious architectural complexes behind. Several laser lights illuminated several meters above, casting an extremely shiny effect: "Jinsha International" was written in big letters in red. In such a remote place, there was such an upscale and elegant entertainment club. He couldn't help but sigh. Looking at that pure and cold woman, she still didn't show the slightest excitement.

Entering the club, a man in a manager's outfit immediately smiled and bowed slightly, saying, "Mr. Lin, which breeze blew you here? The company didn't notify anyone in advance. If I had known, I would have sent a car to pick you up. It's a great pity!"

Lin Peishan gave a calm smile: "I play golf at my own club and don't need to notify in advance. Besides, I don't like that kind of showiness."

Ye Chenghuan was slightly surprised. This club was also hers. He couldn't believe that this delicate girl had such a huge gesture.

The manager's face stiffened slightly and he dryly smiled, "Yes, yes. I'll arrange it for you..."

Lin Peishan shook her head, "No need. You go ahead and take care of it. I'll go there myself."

After she left, the manager immediately spoke seriously into the earpiece: "All staff, pay attention. Mr. Lin is coming over. Please keep your eyes open. Anyone who angers Mr. Lin will be dealt with by me... " Ye Chenghuan followed Lin Peishan and took the elevator to the third floor. Before them was a wide area, with uniform blue barriers dividing this area into four indoor tennis courts. On the red and green plastic tennis courts, many people were already there, wearing tennis sportswear and swinging their rackets. Next to the rest area, there were also many people sipping fine wine and admiring the attractive curves of the beauties on the court.

Court No. 1 had been cleared by the staff and was neatly waiting there. Lin Peishan bowed to Yingying as she walked towards her.

Lin Peishan's appearance immediately caused a small commotion among the crowd here, attracting the attention of men and women like a magnet.

Many people were whispering, guessing who that young girl was and why she had such a grand style.

"Do you play tennis?" Lin Peishan asked.

"Just a little bit."

"Take him to change his clothes," Lin Peishan said to the nearby staff member.

"No need. It's too troublesome. It's fine to wear this."

Seeing his worn-out clothes, Ye Chenghuan frowned slightly. Alas, although that sentence was a bit crude, it was perfectly appropriate for him. Mud doesn't stick to the wall!

She was accompanied by several waitresses towards the changing room. Ye Chenghuan crouched beside the court, smoking and idly observing.

Several beauties on the court were splashing sweat and running back and forth, the two full breasts on their chests swaying with the waves. The white short skirt was like a wild lily, sometimes blooming and sometimes retracting. There were also some people doing warm-up exercises in groups nearby.

Some well-dressed and elegant men and women in the leisure area were chatting in low voices or watching the game. Several waitresses carried drinks and moved constantly. Suddenly, a melodious music came from somewhere, further enhancing the bohemian atmosphere.

Compared to the environment here, Ye Chenghuan's behavior and clothing seemed so out of place. If he hadn't come with Lin Peishan, he would probably have been cleared out by the staff already. Fortunately, he didn't care and was even more engaged and enjoying it.

Seeing this, a soft cough came from beside him. Ye Chenghuan looked up and saw Lin Peishan in a white dress.

The shiny black hair had already formed a ponytail, hanging behind the tennis cap. On her proud neck was a well-tailored sleeveless tennis skirt. The tightened waist curve, the flowing skirt like white jasmine flowers, slightly blooming and then retracting.

Ye Chenghuan's fiery gaze made her feel a bit uneasy. Her hands carefully held the skirt hem, afraid of accidentally revealing too much.

Seeing that Lin Peishan, who had been cold and indifferent before, suddenly showed childish shyness and unease, made Ye Chenghuan burst into laughter.

This laugh attracted many people on the court to stop and cast strange glances.

Lin Peishan bit her lip, her face turning rosy, lowered her eyelids and walked to the other side of the court. She flicked the ball on the ground with her hand, then bent over and made a preparatory position.

This brought out the already provocative curves even more. With a plop, the half-smoked cigarette in Ye Chenghuan's mouth fell to the ground.

He calmly took the racket from the staff member and walked step by step onto the court, stretching his arms, and pointed his finger at Lin Peishan, indicating that it was okay to start.

Lin Peishan, seeing his pretentious and arrogant appearance, waved the ball high up and hit it with her racket. The entire action was like water flowing smoothly, flawless.

The fast-spinning tennis ball drew a yellow-green parabola in the air. Before Ye Chenghuan could return the ball, the flying ball hit his chin.

Ye Chenghuan winced in pain, touched his seemingly cracked chin, moved his mouth, and shouted at Lin Peishan, "I said I can only do a little bit. You don't need to be so desperate." Lin Peishan smiled as she brushed away the hair strands, then served a standard powerful shot. The tennis ball hit Ye Chenghuan's shoulder directly. He gave a grunt and his face turned dark with lines: "Not like this. Are you playing the game or hitting someone?"

Lin Peishan sneered and ignored him completely. The serve flowed smoothly, hitting Ye Chenghuan repeatedly.

Ye Chenghuan swung his racket and walked towards the sidelines, grabbing a bottle of mineral water from the tray of the service girl and gulping down half of it in one go.

"Come back here!" Lin Peishan wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm and puffed out her rosy cheeks, saying.

"Sorry, I can't continue this match."

Lin Peishan hurried over and asked, "So, are you playing or not?"

"No."

"Alright! Then I'll find someone else to play with me."

Ye Chenghuan glanced at the eager men and sighed. "I think I understand. You're retaliating."

Lin Peishan sneered, "It doesn't matter how you interpret it. It's just that you didn't return the ball."

"I should be able to return the ball if I want to."

Ye Chenghuan threw the racket aside roughly, spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and Lin Peishan frowned, "You're not playing anymore!"

"Shoes affect my performance."

He casually threw off his shoes and pulled off his socks, standing on his bare feet on the floor, tilting his head slightly, "A tiger doesn't show off, you think I'm Hello Kitty! Come on, baby."

Playing tricks!

Lin Peishan was disdainful and swung the racket again, serving a fierce shot. This time, Ye Chenghuan merely picked up the racket casually to block it. His movement was clumsy, but he finally completed a poor return.

But at the moment the tennis ball crossed the net, it suddenly changed a strange arc. It was supposed to go left, but suddenly it turned right, and the angle was extremely sharp. Lin Peishan was slightly surprised and hurriedly took several steps back, although she managed to hit the ball out, her movements were already somewhat distorted.

After several back-and-forth movements, Lin Peishan's face turned red, biting the hair strands stuck to her sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly, breathing hard, and she desperately wanted to find an opportunity to rest.

Ye Chenghuan continued to hit the tennis ball with ease, his messy hair swaying with each movement, a teasing evilness in his corner of the mouth, each hit seemed extremely calm and natural.

After playing for a dozen times, he reached out to catch the ball and looked at the girl bending over and panting, saying, "Stop playing, baby, others will say I bullied you."

Lin Peishan unwillingly raised the racket again: "Who said we stopped playing? Of course we should play."

Ye Chenghuan shook his head and slowly threw the ball up, at the same time pressing down on the racket. "Bang!" The ball collided with the racket, emitting a suppressed dull sound!

The yellow-green tennis ball suddenly disappeared from people's sight!

A hissing sound passed through the air, and soon another "Bang!" was heard in the opponent's half-court.

After searching in vain, the spectators finally turned their attention to Lin Peishan. At this moment, she had dropped the racket, one hand covering her abdomen, lowering her head, bending over, looking very painful.

It was said that you stopped playing, but you still insisted. This time, you missed, abrupt beauty, you are guilty of your actions.