Kicked out of a wealthy family? I became a rich and beautiful woman thanks to the system.

It was also a regret of Old Man Ji that he couldn't let Ji Fu have a good time.

So when he heard Wen Yao say she wanted to go ice skating, he didn't stop her at all.

Ji Fu seemed to have no idea what ice skating was, looking at the two of them with a blank expression.

After putting down the gift, Wen Yao chatted for a few minutes and then left the hospital.

Before Wen Yao left, Old Man Ji suddenly took out another dust bag.

Wen Yao could tell at a glance that the clothes inside were new.

"Miss Wen, this is the trench coat that was just made for you a few days ago. I just called and had it delivered."

This made Wen Yao feel embarrassed.

"Boss Ji, look at this fabric, it's not cheap. Besides, making clothes takes time. I feel embarrassed that you keep giving it to me like this."

"Oh, Miss Wen, this is the only skill I have in my life: making clothes. You've helped us so much, so all I can do is make you some pretty clothes."

Wen Yao glanced at the clothes in the dust bag; it was a camel-colored trench coat.

The color is very sophisticated, and with Mr. Ji's craftsmanship, it's definitely a high-end product.

"Thank you, Mr. Ji."

Seeing that Wen Yao accepted his gift, Boss Ji was also happy.

After returning to the hotel, Wen Yao took out her trench coat. The cut and fabric were superb, and wearing it made her look energetic and had a touch of old-fashioned elegance.

Wearing this outfit, Wen Yao went to the custom furniture store that afternoon to decorate her new home in Xishan Mansion.

With a sufficient budget, Wen Yao directly chose the most expensive designer and put her in charge.

If it doesn't fit, just buy another one.

After a busy day, Wen Yao finally returned to the hotel.

Qiao You returned to the hotel at 8 p.m. She had spent the whole day practicing at the golf driving range.

"How was training today?"

"I think it's pretty good. I should at least get a ranking tomorrow."

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

The two smiled playfully and then returned to their respective rooms.

The next morning, Wen Yao and Qiao You set off together.

Wen Yao was wearing yesterday's trench coat, high-heeled boots, and a Chanel beret, looking every bit the old-fashioned woman.

Qiao You, who is participating in the competition today, is dressed in sportswear.

The two had just reached the sidewalk in front of the hotel and were waiting for the car they had booked.

Suddenly, a brown suede Ferrari roared past, startling the two of them so much that they took a few steps back.

"Holy crap! It's a red light, doesn't he have eyes?!"

Qiao You was so angry that she started cursing.

This suede Ferrari is clearly custom-made, and its price is definitely in the tens of millions.

Wen Yao composed herself.

"What bad luck so early in the morning."

Fortunately, their car arrived quickly and stopped in front of them.

The two arrived at the venue of the Women's Golf Championship by car. This competition is held once a year and has a certain level of prestige nationwide.

Just as Qiao You was about to enter, Wen Yao grabbed her sleeve.

"Look, isn't that the Ferrari we saw this morning?"

At this moment, the brown suede Ferrari was parked in the parking lot, looking very conspicuous.

Qiao You gave it a disgruntled look.

"I'd better not find out who owns this car!"

"Alright, the competition is the most important thing, let's go on the field first."

Qiao nodded, and then walked through the gate with Wen Yao.

This competition is by invitation only. Qiao You is a contestant and can invite one more person, so she gave the spot directly to Wen Yao.

Therefore, everyone present today, whether they are contestants or spectators, are figures from the upper echelons of Chinese society.

Qiao You is quite well-known in the industry, and many people recognized her as soon as she entered the venue.

"Wen Yao, this seat has a great view. You can sit here and take pictures of me."

Qiao You has a great mindset; even though she's about to go on stage, she's still thinking about releasing the film.

"No problem, this is the latest model phone, I guarantee you'll get great shots."

Qiao You received a lot of cheers when she took the course, because almost everyone in the golf circle knows her.

As Wen Yao raised her phone, ready to take a picture of Qiao You, a man wearing sunglasses and punk rock clothes walked up to her without her noticing.

The seat next to Wen Yao was already occupied, but the punk rock man pointed directly at a younger man and said rudely...

"You, go to the back!"

This action quickly caught Wen Yao's attention.

Wen Yao looked at him with disdain.

But to everyone's surprise, the man being pointed at bowed and scraped as he spoke.

"Young Master Qian, you should have said you liked this seat earlier. How could I possibly compete with you for it?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Then, the man gave an awkward laugh and sheepishly gave up his seat.

Wen Yao moved to the other side in disgust, never expecting to encounter such an rude person on the field.

"Hey, you're Qiao You's friend."

Wen Yao pouted.

"Correct."

"Tell your friend to let you win the penalty in the next match."

When Wen Yao heard this, she almost burst out laughing.

“Sir, this is a women’s golf tournament, you won’t get a chance to play.”

The man was clearly taken aback; no one in the world had ever dared to speak to him like that.

Then he took a deep breath.

"My girlfriend is also participating in the competition. I'm Song Zhiqian!"

The man took off his sunglasses and glared angrily at Wen Yao.

The name Song Zhiqian sounds so familiar. Wen Yao frowned, feeling like she had heard it somewhere before.

Wen Yao turned her head and looked at him suspiciously.

The moment their eyes met, Song Zhiqian's gaze became noticeably unfocused.

Even though he was surrounded by beautiful women, he had never seen anyone as radiant as Wen Yao. Even if there were other stunning beauties, their temperament was far inferior to Wen Yao's.

Wen Yao has a kind of world-weary feeling about her because she has too much money.

After a long while, Song Zhiqian came to his senses and recognized Wen Yao.

"Oh...you're that internet celebrity. You...you do look better in person than in your phone photos."

Song Zhiqian's tone softened considerably.

Within that half-minute, Wen Yao also recognized Song Zhiqian.

The Song family—one of the four great families of the Dragon Kingdom.

Song Zhiqian is the rumored young master of the Song family.

But today is the first time Wen Yao has seen him in person. This Song Zhiqian doesn't match his name at all, what a waste of such a good name.

"My friend is not going to let you win, so I'm afraid your girlfriend will be disappointed."

Song Zhiqian's lips twitched slightly.

She's really different from the girls he knew before; no wonder she suddenly became an internet sensation.

"Well, that's not necessarily true. My dad is the organizer of this competition..."

"Since you're your dad, if you're so capable, why don't you just have your dad do things behind the scenes? You don't need to come to me."