How many loves can be relived in the story of a devoted CEO pursuing his wife?

As Liu Sisi walked away, Chen Meiyuan approached. She nudged Zeng Ziyan lightly with her elbow, her red lips curving into a wicked smile. "Don't you like her?"

Zeng Ziyan puffed out her cheeks, muttering indignantly, "Meiyuan, half a year ago, our two families were planning a marriage alliance. But, Brother Xuedong said we weren't suitable!"

She stomped her foot, her eyes flashing with a cold light as she glared sharply in the direction Liu Sisi had left, her heart filled with resentment. "All these years, I've never seen him out with this woman. Where did he get this girlfriend? Honestly, it's infuriating!"

"I think she's quite arrogant; her personality might not be up to the standards of the Lin family elders." Chen Meiyuan raised an eyebrow, a barely perceptible hint of disdain in her eyes.

"I wonder who she is. Xue Dong seems quite attached to her." Zeng Ziyan pouted. Then, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes. "I'll have to go to Aunt Lin's place tomorrow to find out what's going on."

"If you need anything, just let me know. I'm pretty free right now." Chen Meiyuan winked at her, then her contact lenses turned to the shooting range. Her gaze lingered thoughtfully on the imposing Li Songze for a moment, then she pouted and smiled. "But, there aren't any handsome guys in this circle who're any less attractive than him. Why don't you try your luck with him again?"

"Hmph! I just like Lin Xuedong, and I want him!" Zeng Ziyan crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking determined to have him.

Her gaze followed Li Songze, whom she was pointing at, and she couldn't help but tease him. "He's not my type, too unfathomable. But... don't overthink it, Li Songze already has a confidante and a lover."

"Oh?" What's a lover anyway?

Married couples can also divorce. In this high society, not many people care about propriety, morality, or responsibility.

Just let things take their course; what matters is happiness and profit.

Chen Meiyuan subtly set her sights on Li Songze, and began to plot in her mind.

After a while, it was Li Songze's turn to take the field, and he also took a short-range shot from 10 meters.

He gripped the pistol firmly with his right hand, while his left hand supported his wrist. His feet were spread wide in a V-shape, his hips were straight, and his back was upright—a standard side-stance shooting posture.

His sharply defined jawline tucked in as he cocked the gun. His arm was outstretched, his breathing steady, and his piercing eyes were fixed on the sights.

Once the angle is confirmed to be in a straight line with the bullseye, the long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles deftly hook...

"Whoosh----".

At the critical moment, the bullet was fired from its sheath.

The cartridge case flew off and fell through the air.

The bullet hurtled straight to the bullseye with lightning speed, unstoppable.

BOOM!

It was another perfect performance, which immediately drew thunderous applause from the audience.

Wow! That's so cool!

"pretty!"

"Perfect!"

"So incredibly handsome!"

"..." The entire audience erupted in uproar, the atmosphere was electric, and for a moment, he was all the rage.

Li Songze calmly and gracefully lowered his gun, and the friendly praise from everyone didn't cause much of a stir. He remained composed and exuded a kingly aura.

All eyes were on him, but he calmly strolled around the observation deck.

But he didn't notice the figure that was just standing there. Didn't she see him?

Li Songze's eyes darkened, and for some reason, he felt a faint sense of loss.

At this moment, Du Yumei, one of the officiating guests, slowly walked over as she strolled through the shooting range.

She congratulated him with a charming smile. "Congratulations, Lao Li. That shot of yours is the highest score so far! You're still got it!"

Yes, the point-based system measures a player's marksmanship, stance, firing rate, accuracy, and so on.

Therefore, even though both were perfect scores, Li Songze still had a slight edge over Lin Xuedong and was ahead in points.

"Of course! Old Li's marksmanship is impeccable; he wouldn't lose even if he were blindfolded! Haha..." Xie Zhanming was naturally the most proud. He was just there to make up the numbers; his forte was talking.

Lin Xuedong also stepped forward, raising his eyebrows, and said, "Yeah, Old Li is... awesome!"

And there's Wen Nanguo on the other side of the line. "Hehe~, Lao Li, take it easy. Just a token gesture is enough."

"That's right, have mercy, boss!" It was Xing Yi, looking miserable. "I'm almost out of money to pay my wages!"

“Old Li, we civil servants can’t afford to pay that,” Xing Peng rarely chimed in.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at you guys, are you chickening out?" Xie Zhanming narrowed his eyes, pointing at them without showing any weakness. "Stop making up these lame excuses to stall for orders."

Everyone. "..."

A single night at the Rich Club can cost tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars.

However, everyone tacitly understood that with Lao Li around, they wouldn't have a chance to open their wallets. So, it's just a joke; too many jokes won't hurt.

Li Songze laughed it off; he was never a talkative person.

Only his childhood friends know his personality. People who don't understand him will think they're talking to a big block of ice when they get close, because he's always so cold and aloof.

After a short break, the next events were the 50-meter long-range shooting and the 25-meter mixed team competition.

They use a team scoring system and employ long-barreled air rifles.

When shooting, you need to support the gun handle with your shoulder and neck. Overall, it's not as cool as the first wave of individual short shooting, but it's more interesting.

Especially during mixed-player matches, the teamwork and team spirit of each player are particularly evident.

During the game, they switched positions and took turns replacing each other.

Each one of them was as sharp as an eagle, their movements as one with their guns. They chased after the randomly launched flying saucers, constantly aiming and repeatedly pulling the trigger to fire.

"Click-clack, click-clack..."

"Bang, bang..."

The sound of loading, cocking, firing, and bullets hitting the target echoed throughout the arena.

The intense action, with its constant ebb and flow, was truly spectacular, pushing the atmosphere in the arena to a fever pitch.

Liu Sisi had returned before the match, and even through the glass window, she could hear the deafening gunshots.

Watching the scene unfold, I felt tense for them. Their speed, reactions, precision, and complementarity were so precise, it didn't feel like a game.

Instead, it gave her a fresh perspective, and she developed a deep admiration for these social elites, each holding a high position.

The screen on the wall kept updating the scores for each team, with the Sirius team at the top. The Eagles were second, but not far behind, their scores were evenly matched.

"跷-----!"

The event concluded when the flute was played, signaling its end.

The contestants left the venue one by one, first going to the changing room to change and then returning to the banquet hall.

The prizes and trophies were arranged on the stage in the banquet hall in advance.

Unsurprisingly, Li Songze won the individual championship, and the Sirius team won the team championship. He also donated the most money, making him a true winner throughout the entire event.

However, he has always been low-key, and Du Yumei didn't expose him much. The competition was purely a pastime for people in the industry, so he was only nominated and not invited to give a speech.

Fortunately, this was a charity friendly match held by a private club, and no public media coverage was arranged.