Two people followed the waiter into a private room in a casino. More than ten people were scattered inside, including two familiar faces.
One was the person who had invited them, and the other was Qin Yutang.
Lingering like a ghost.
“Miss Lu, we meet again.”
“Yes.” Zhuo Jin, without any stage fright, pulled the person to him and said, “What a coincidence.” Su Dan Novel Network
This "what a coincidence" held a touch of sarcasm.
Wan Bao Zhai and Jin Zhu Jade were clearly rivals, yet the young masters of two jewelry companies now found themselves in the same room. Such a coincidence was indeed ironic, wasn't it?
Qin Yutang, perhaps tired of pretense, was unusually frank for once. “It’s not a coincidence; I specifically waited here for the two of you. Miss Lu, I don’t want to get involved in the matter between you and Young Master Yang. However, if you can tell me about your transaction with my grandfather, I can put in a good word for you.”
“Tsk.” Zhuo Jin couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re still curious, aren’t you? Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon enough.”
The third person introduced was a disabled man. Young Master Yang addressed him as President Qin, and Qin Yutang called him cousin. Clearly, this was the reason they were in the same private room.
The man had a mixed-race face, with distinct foreign features. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, but his demeanor was extraordinary, his presence surpassing his looks, making people subconsciously overlook his appearance.
It also made it easier to notice his injuries.
There was a scar on his face that marred its beauty, and he leaned on a cane. Although he projected an air of strength, his leg injury was likely more severe than Fu Hongyu’s.
His name was Qin Wuce.
The gambling began.
The other side held the rules, so they couldn't lose.
Zhuo Jin would not lose either.
They started with complex games. Zhuo Jin didn't even fully understand the rules, yet even so, she didn't lose.
They began to suspect her of cheating.
However, after checking the surveillance footage, they found nothing.
Piles upon piles of red and green chips were pushed towards her. Lu Chongyan, who had been incredibly nervous at the start, was now aimlessly stacking chips.
In the final round, the dealer flipped the last card in front of her. It was a Heart King, exactly enough to beat the opponent’s hand.
All the chips were now in front of her.
Qin Wuce signaled for someone to get more chips.
Zhuo Jin, however, raised her hand. “Gambling like this isn’t much fun. Why don’t we bet on something more interesting?”
The money Qin Wuce had just lost exceeded a billion yuan, yet he remained remarkably calm. “What do you mean, Miss Lu?”
Zhuo Jin pushed all the highest denomination chips in front of her forward. These included those given to her by the people present, as well as those she had exchanged initially.
“Let’s decide the outcome in one go. Mr. Qin, you can bet blank.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll default?”
Zhuo Jin smiled lightly. “I believe you can afford it.”
Qin Wuce certainly wouldn’t bet blank. He had someone fetch an equal amount of chips, and the two began to gamble again.
This time, the tables turned. He received the best hand, and although Zhuo Jin still had good luck, she couldn’t beat him.
Lu Chongyan, seeing this, nervously wanted to urge her to stop but was prevented from speaking.
Zhuo Jin looked back and gave him a reassuring glance.
“Miss Lu, do you want to play more?”
“Play, of course.” Zhuo Jin leaned back in her chair and stretched. “But I find it’s still not very interesting.”
“How does Miss Lu wish to play?”
“In the next round, if Mr. Qin wins, I will give you a perfect, flawless face. Conversely, I will take that pile of chips.”
The people around them wanted to speak, but Qin Wuce silenced them with a glance.
“I’ve heard of Miss Lu’s capabilities, but I didn’t know you also possessed the ability to heal the sick.”
“Mr. Qin, there are many things you don’t know, and you can find them all out today.”
Qin Wuce was silent for a moment before agreeing to the absurd bet.
The dealer dealt the cards again.
This time, his hand was average. He thought he would lose, but when Zhuo Jin’s cards were revealed, they were even worse than his.
Instead of getting angry or dejected, Zhuo Jin chuckled. “Mr. Qin, you win.”