Meng Jingwei spread out her cards, her face beaming with joy.
From this round onwards, it was as if Meng Jingwei had activated a cheat mode, winning money all the way.
Qing Muye, seated above her, remained expressionless, showing no outward signs of anything unusual.
Unbeknownst to Meng Jingwei, Chu Xue, who was seated behind Qing Muye, knew how to play Mahjong but rarely did so.
She watched with her own eyes as Qing Muye self-drew six times and won three rounds, yet gained nothing. Instead, he always ‘accidentally’ discarded a tile that allowed Meng Jingwei to win several hands.
With her luck turned, Meng Jingwei’s confidence grew, and she truly began to ‘slaughter her opponents’. Consequently, starting with only 110,000 in her account, by the end of the game, she had won a total of 1.11 million!
Besides her, the only others who won money were Qing Muye and Xiao Cheng. Only Shu Yao lost, losing 2.5 million.
“Alas, my luck is terrible.”
Shu Yao sighed, her little face drooping as she looked back at Qing Si Huai, “Qing Si Huai, you said you would invest in me. This money, we should split it fifty-fifty, right?”
“Yes, yes. Uncle Seven, you refused to invest in me earlier. Regretting it now, aren’t you?”
Unaware of the situation, Meng Jingwei was immersed in her joy, never once suspecting that Qing Muye had let her win many rounds.
“If only I had listened to that little girl Jingwei,”
Qing Si Huai shook his head, feigning helplessness.
Qing Muye sat in his seat, looking at the tiles in his hand: South, West, North wind, Center, Fa, Bai, Center, Fa, Bai, North, South wind, a pair of pairs.
And the tile he held in his hand was precisely the ‘East wind’!
A self-drawn tile, and also a tile that completed a full set, earning 50,000 for a self-draw. For three people, it was 150,000.
But for the last round, he still let Meng Jingwei win, directly pushing the tiles into the Mahjong machine, and said to Meng Jingwei in a ‘careless’ tone, “Good hand.”
“That’s right. At the card table, I never lose.” The little woman said triumphantly, oblivious to the fact that although her Mahjong skills were good, she was still no match for Qing Muye.
“Whoever wins pays the bill, okay?” Shu Yao winked at Meng Jingwei, indicating that she was the biggest winner and would have to pay for dinner and lunch.
Meng Jingwei readily agreed, “No problem.”
“Young Master Xiao’s luck is also very good today,” Qing Si Huai remarked.
Xiao Cheng smiled faintly, “Still far behind little Weiwei.”
While they were chatting, Meng Jingwei got up to go to the restroom.
After sitting for the entire afternoon, in order to win more money, she hadn’t dared to relieve herself.
After a while, she came out of the restroom and was washing her hands in the public restroom when she happened to see Qing Muye standing there, smoking.
She glanced at him, and for some reason, found herself at a loss for words.
So she said nothing, merely reapplying her makeup in the mirror.
Ring ring ring—
At that moment, Meng Jingwei’s phone suddenly rang.
She put away her lipstick, took out a tissue to wipe her hands, and then took out her phone. It was her adoptive mother, Du Juan, calling.
“Hello, Mom?”
“Oh dear, Jingwei, where are you? Your master came down the mountain this afternoon, the road was very slippery, and he fell. He hit his head on a rock and is still unconscious.”
“What? How could this happen?”
After hearing this, Meng Jingwei’s voice rose sharply in pitch. Qing Muye, who was smoking nearby, paused his movements and immediately turned his head to look over.
“It’s because it snowed and then froze, the road is very slippery. Old Chen Tou is getting old after all.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll be back right away.”
Meng Jingwei hurriedly hung up the phone.
She stood in front of the glass mirror, took a nervous breath, and through the large mirror, saw Qing Muye standing beside her, watching her.
The two of them could see each other through the mirror.
The man’s thin lips parted, as if he was about to say something, but Meng Jingwei gave him no opportunity, turning and leaving directly.
Qing Muye followed closely behind her.
Meng Jingwei ran back to the private room and found that apart from the cleaning staff, only Chu Xue was left in the room.
“Xiao Cheng went to make a call, Shu Yao and Qing Si Huai went to the air cushion ski slope,” Chu Xue replied.
Since it was still early, the staff were tidying up the room, preparing to serve the dishes precisely at six o’clock.
After all, the popular resort was so crowded that even the hotel couldn’t accommodate all the customers, requiring queues.
Meng Jingwei immediately called Qing Si Huai, but to her surprise, neither of her two calls were answered.
“Drive my car.”
Qing Muye, who had appeared behind her, said.
Meng Jingwei was frantic with worry. After much thought, she could only take the car keys that Qing Muye handed her, “Thanks, I’ll return it to you when I get back.”
She rushed downstairs and was about to call Qing Muye to ask where his car was parked when she saw Qing Muye suddenly appear and point to a silver-gray Maybach parked nearby.
Meng Jingwei looked back at Qing Muye. The words of gratitude were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t say them, merely getting into the car.
Just as she was starting the car to leave, Qing Muye walked over, opened the door, and got in.
“What are you doing here?”
Meng Jingwei’s small face darkened, showing a hint of displeasure.
“It’s several hours’ drive from here to Zhutang Town. Do you know how dangerous that is? Get out, I’ll drive!”
The man reprimanded her with a serious expression, but his words revealed his concern.
Although Meng Jingwei could drive, her skills were definitely not comparable to an experienced driver.
After a moment’s hesitation, she finally got out of the car and moved to the passenger seat, letting Qing Muye drive, and said, “Please take me back to the wedding company, I’ll drive back myself.”
She didn’t want to trouble Qing Muye any further, as their relationship was severed, leaving her free and at ease.
She felt good about this kind of life.
Qing Muye expertly steered the car towards the exit of Wansheng Ski Resort, ignoring Meng Jingwei.
Not long after, Meng Jingwei’s phone rang. It was Xiao Cheng calling.
She answered the phone and explained the situation to Xiao Cheng before hanging up.
Afterwards, Meng Jingwei called Shu Yao to inform her of the situation, so she wouldn’t worry, and then felt at ease to return.
Along the way, the two sat in the car, silent.
Only the DJ music playing in the car broke the awkward silence.
Outside the resort were wooden houses and self-built homes. Covered in white snow, they were illuminated by dim yellow lights. Snowflakes fell one after another, and in the dim twilight, everything appeared exceptionally tranquil, yet infinitely beautiful.
It was as if one were in a foreign country’s rural town, immersed in a world draped in white, like a fairy tale.
It was truly… incredibly beautiful!
However, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it couldn’t alleviate Meng Jingwei’s urgent concern for Old Chen Tou.
She knew that for minor issues, her adoptive mother would not contact her to avoid worrying her.
Once she contacted her, it meant the situation was very serious.
This was what Meng Jingwei was most worried about.
“Old Chen Tou is full of vigor, and he’s a martial artist. You don’t need to worry too much,” Qing Muye said to comfort her when he saw her looking troubled and worried.
Meng Jingwei didn’t respond, merely turning her head to look out the window.
In the private room, she couldn’t afford to offend Qing Muye, especially with so many people present.
Now, she was even less inclined to talk to Qing Muye!