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"You're in for a financial loss," Chu Yuening blinked her eyes.

Both voices chimed in unison.

Cao Daguang: ...

"Can't it be a one-time windfall?" Cao Daguang's expression was gloomy. "If I acquire the teaware factory at an incredibly low price, I have many fellow traders who can help me with procurement. I'm confident that the stock can be cleared in a short period of time."

Chu Yuening shook her head. "Judging from your appearance, there's an issue with the quality of this batch of goods. The original factory actually went bankrupt because of this problem. After you take over, your life will decline from this point on. Your business rivals will turn into adversaries. When issues with the tea sets arise, you'll end up compensating your competitors heavily."

Upon hearing the severe consequences, Cao Daguang immediately dismissed any notion of taking risks. Fortunately, the two hundred million deal had yet to be finalized, leaving room for reconsideration.

On another rest bench,

Zhou Fengxu donned a sportswear with black and white stripes, his eyebrows lowered as he listened to Qiao Xing's rant about family affairs.

"Our home is in chaos. Dad has lost interest in managing the company, Mom cries every day, and if my brother doesn't wake up soon, I have no idea how we'll proceed."

Zhou Fengxu and Qiao Ziyuan had grown up together, their bond as close as that of brothers.

Certainly, I wouldn't wish to see Brother Xu bedridden for the rest of his life.

"That won't do either. I know a brilliant neurosurgeon in the US. If necessary, I can arrange for him to come over."

"Even the most advanced CT scans can't detect what's going on in my brother's brain. Even if we invite someone, it won't make a difference."

Qiao Xing couldn't help but feel disheartened. Initially, he had wanted to ask Auntie Chu to assess the situation, but his parents reacted strongly, insisting solely on medical treatment. They even mentioned that in this day and age, they couldn't believe Qiao Xing would resort to superstition.

They were afraid that their belief in mysticism might hinder their eldest son's treatment.

"Brother Xu, do you believe in mysticism?"

Zhou Fengxu was taken aback, momentarily recalling the girl who had predicted Shi Boren's hospitalization. Even if she had truly foreseen it, he didn't quite believe it.

Or perhaps, he didn't want to believe it.

After all, mysticism without any concrete evidence seemed too implausible.

"Unless it happens to me personally and I witness the proof, I'll never believe it."

Qiao Star seemed surprised that even the young Zhou Fengxu shared this opinion, leaving him momentarily speechless before he slumped onto the table in defeat.

"Believing in mysticism isn't a bad thing. I know an amazing fortune-telling goddess sister. She's both gorgeous and talented. I was thinking of asking her to take a look at my brother."

Goddess sister?

Zhou Fengxu glanced at him with a sharp eye. "Right now, your focus should be on your studies. Don't overthink other matters."

"Think too much about what?" Qiao Star felt wronged. "I'm just appreciating her, I haven't done anything else."

"By the time you do something, will there still be a way to save yourself?" Zhou Fengxu maintained his straightforward approach, cutting off any potential distractions at the first sign. Seeing Qiao Star's pained expression, he picked up the tennis racket leaning against the wall. "Come on, let's play three more rounds."

After Shi Boren returned from the restroom, he squeezed next to Zhou Fengxu with a ghostly expression, asking eerily, "Do you know who I just saw?"

As Shi Boren spoke, he leaned closer to Zhou Fengxu, splashing the water from his wet hands onto Zhou Fengxu's white sports shirt. Zhou Fengxu gave him a quick, displeased glance.

Feeling unjustly accused under Zhou Fengxu's glare, Shi Boren defended himself. "We've been classmates for a few years, it's just water. If it's a big deal, we can just change shirts."

As he finished speaking, more water splashed onto Zhou Fengxu's shirt.

Zhou Fengxu's expression darkened. "Shi... Bo... Ren."

Shi Boren jumped in surprise and dropped the pretense. "Fortune Teller, I saw the Fortune Teller."

As Shi Boren finished speaking, Qiao Xing, who was standing nearby, seemed to have spotted someone and approached with a smile.

"Big Sis Chu!"

With the tennis racket she had been assigned in hand, Chu Yuening turned her head at the sound of the shout and saw Qiao Xing and the others approaching. She first glanced at the aloof Zhou Fengxu before looking at Shi Boren.

Her gaze inevitably shifted downward slightly, and she chuckled.

"It's been so long. Mr. Shi, your wound must have healed by now, right?"

Covering his buttocks, Shi Boren recalled the incident with the nail piercing through it, and his face flushed red again. "No need to ask, it's long healed."

Qiao Xing then realized that everyone knew each other. "So you all know each other."

After saying this, Qiao Xing shared his intention to privately invite Chu Yuening to visit his comatose brother, which Chu Yuening agreed to.

Qiao Xingqian let out a sigh of relief and then counted the number of people.

"Just eight of us. Why don't we form a team together? That way, we won't have to pair up with a stranger."

Chu Yuening pondered for a moment before agreeing to the plan.

They would be in groups of four.

Chu Yuening and Chu Yi were placed in Qiao Xingqian's group.

Two boys and two girls.

On the court, Zhou Fengxu remained silent, occasionally glancing at Chu Yuening with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Qiao Xingqian held his tennis racket, observing the delicate figures of the two girls. With two girls and two boys playing, the girls would likely be at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

"Senior Chu, how about my sister and I form a team?"

With a tennis racket in her arms, Chu Yi looked at the slender Qiao Xing and scoffed lightly, "Are you up for this? I don't want to lose after all that effort you've put in to come here!"

"Not until we play will we know!" Qiao Xing retorted, unconvinced.

Chu Yuening turned to Zhou Fengxu, who was also looking her way. With the teams already assigned, he didn't make any further comments and stepped onto the court first, "Let's begin."

With the crowd cheering, Chu Yuening's expression turned more focused as she held her tennis racket.

The tennis ball came straight at her, but she missed it. Zhou Fengxu quickly moved in to take over.

Chu Yuening was astonished.

Chu Yi caught the flying ball and stuck out her tongue, "Sis, it seems like you're even less coordinated than me when it comes to sports."

"It's just the beginning!" Chu Yuening protested, gripping her racket and crouching down. Her eyes followed the trajectory of the speeding ball intently. Right before it was about to fly past, she leaped into the air.