Song Chaoge played as consistently as usual, once again becoming the person with the most chips on the Baccarat table.
He not only won back the capital that Guo Anle had lost earlier but also ended up winning over a million dollars.
"Brother Song, your reputation is well deserved."
Guo Anle, who sat beside him to observe and learn, beamed with joy.
It wasn’t so much about the money. To him, the loss was insignificant. Even with his immense wealth, he likely wouldn’t enjoy the feeling of losing.
Like a god of gambling had possessed him, Song Chaoge remained neither arrogant nor impetuous, and turned his head, "Why don’t you play again?"
Guo Anle shook his head without hesitation. Even with such a strong backer, constantly losing was a blow to his dignity.
"Forget it, Brother Song, you carry on. I’ll just watch."
A message notification abruptly sounded.
Song Chaoge took out his mobile phone.
Guo Anle glanced at it subconsciously.
It was a text message.
From someone of the Ji Family in Canada.
"The Canadian market isn’t enough for them; they want to extend their reach to Haojiang, truly a case of insatiable greed."
Then, Song Chaoge opened the message.
Guo Anle, born into a prominent family, naturally had impeccable personal cultivation. He intended to divert his gaze, but a particular word in the message caught his eye, and his smile disappeared in an instant.
Song Chaoge read the message quickly; it was unclear if he had finished reading it when he lifted his head after just a few seconds.
Guo Anle furrowed his brows, his mood far from the earlier pleasure.
"Who would have thought that the mighty Ji Family would resort to such paparazzi tactics," said Song Chaoge.
As if he heard nothing, Guo Anle asked, "This Jiang Chen, is he the one you mentioned, Brother Song?"
Song Chaoge nodded. "I didn’t expect him to be acquainted with Miss He."
Friends shopping together was nothing unusual, but Guo Anle was well aware of He Yihui’s temperament.
Therefore, he couldn’t take it lightly.
He pondered for a moment, "You go ahead and play, Brother Song, I need to step out."
"You’re going over there?"
Guo Anle, getting up, nodded.
"Brother Song, never mind. It’s not worth troubling you over this, I can go by myself."
Song Chaoge didn’t insist, reminding him, "Keep calm, don’t be rash."
Guo Anle smiled, "Relax, Brother Song, win some more."
After that, he turned and left, striding quickly.
Song Chaoge watched his figure disappear, then withdrew his gaze.
He Yihui clearly was not one to take advantage, and despite having the opportunity, in the end, she only bought a pair of shoes.
Jiang Chen acted with gentlemanly grace, carrying her purchases as they left the Chanel store.
Before exiting, Jiang Chen deliberately looked around; Ji Zhaohua was no longer there.
"Miss He, where is your bodyguard?"
Jiang Chen asked, figuring her security must be lurking in the shadows, when unexpectedly she said, "I didn’t bring a bodyguard."
This daughter of the gambling king seemed too approachable. Did she really not see herself as precious?
"Shall I hail you a cab?"
Given the current situation, his family was effectively a rival to hers, and naturally, he didn’t want to be too involved with her.
He Yihui did not reply.
They stopped by the roadside, and Jiang Chen was about to hail a taxi to send her home.
Although it’s unlikely anyone would dare to harbor ill intentions towards the daughter of the gambling king in Haojiang, it was better to be safe than sorry.
If something happened to her while she was with him, he wouldn’t be able to clear his name even if he threw himself into the Yellow River.
He Yihui suddenly spoke up, seemingly sensing a change in Jiang Chen’s attitude.
Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback before looking at her sharp-featured face.
"No, why would I? It’s just getting late, Miss He, you should head back to avoid worrying your family."
He Yihui said, "I am two years older than you."
Jiang Chen was momentarily at a loss for words.
By coincidence, a taxi approached.
Jiang Chen waved his hand.
Before the taxi could stop, a Rolls-Royce pulled up first, stopping in front of them.
Guo Anle, who had hurried over from the casino, stepped out of the car.
He wore a smile, dashing and suave.
A true scion of a noble family.
Jiang Chen didn’t recognize him and scrutinized him for a moment then turned and asked, "Your friend?"
He Yihui responded normally with a "Hmm," showing no nervousness or panic.
There was nothing to be guilty about.
She was single now, and it was her freedom to be with anyone.
"Are you leaving or not?"
The taxi driver called out, rolling down his window.
Jiang Chen waved dismissively, "Sorry about that."
With the Rolls-Royce in front, the taxi driver dared not complain and drove off.
"How come you are here?"
"Mr. Ji said he saw you shopping here, so I came to check."
Although he didn’t need to worry about the family business, having grown up in the Guo family, Guo Anle understood the undercurrents well enough to guess Ji Zhaohua’s motive for delivering the news.
He cared little for stirring trouble or enjoying a tumultuous spectacle.
So he repaid peach with a plum, betraying Ji Zhaohua without hesitation.
"Didn’t you say you were busy today?"
Without any guilt, He Yihui calmly nodded, "I was busy."
So her so-called busy schedule... was to go shopping with another man?
She seemed to have no intention of explaining further.
Any other man might have confronted her or felt deeply annoyed, but Guo Anle showed no signs of dissatisfaction, wearing an impeccable smile on his face as he naturally shifted his gaze to Jiang Chen.