Chapter 57: Chapter 57: The Scum Who Loses in Nine Out of Ten Bets, Incredibly Poor Card Skills
Lu Wanwan turned her head with a look of incomprehension, not expecting that Gu Annan, known for his aloofness, would be so eager to play mahjong.
As she watched, he couldn’t help but want to give it a go himself?
As soon as he saw her expression, Gu Annan withdrew his hand.
Thinking she was monopolizing his spot in the game, Lu Wanwan tentatively offered, “If you’re itching to play, why don’t you take over?”
Gu Annan’s expression darkened, and he glared at her coldly before leaving the private room without looking back.
Was it because she had publicly pointed out his inner desire?
Ji Shaoyang couldn’t help but laugh. “He really doesn’t play, Wanwan, you’re overthinking it.”
After a few more rounds, apart from Lu Wanwan, whose enthusiasm only seemed to grow as her pile of winnings increased, the other two players, excluding Qiao Moran, began to complain bitterly.
“Wanwan, why don’t we go eat?” Shao Zhiheng looked at her sincerely, his eyes pleading, while subtly signaling the others.
Qiao Moran pushed his tiles away and shrugged, indicating he didn’t mind either way.
Ji Shaoyang finally agreed to wave the white flag. “I’m in favor of eating.”
“All right then, we can play again next time.” Lu Wanwan was reluctant, but seeing the old men beside her, she was moved to tears–today had not been a wasted trip!
Upon hearing her mention “next time,” Ji Shaoyang and Shao Zhiheng didn’t dare to respond; keeping up a facade of loss in mahjong was no easy task.
“Sure.” Only Qiao Moran nodded.
Although she played slowly, she was quite calm.
Shao Zhiheng scoffed because only he and Lu Wanwan were playing seriously. The money he and Ji Shaoyang lost, a minor portion ended up in Lu Wanwan’s pocket, while the majority went into Qiao Moran’s pocket, working out well for him.
Taking advantage of everyone getting up, Lu Wanwan dashed over to Qiao Moran’s side, “Divine Singer, I didn’t expect you to be so good at this. Do you play often?”
Qiao Moran adjusted his sunglasses, pondering for a moment before replying, “It’s alright.”
“So, do you usually win more, or lose more?”
Lin Weiyang couldn’t wait to answer for him, “Obviously, he loses.”
Ji Shaoyang sighed softly, fearing that Lu Wanwan didn’t know Qiao Moran was a notoriously bad gambler, exceptionally unskilled in cards. If it hadn’t been for him and Shao Zhiheng intentionally losing, Qiao Moran winning money would have been surprising.
Shao Zhiheng also wanted to reveal the truth about Qiao Moran’s poor skills, but his phone suddenly rang.
That wickedly handsome face furrowed in anger upon answering the call, “A fight? You didn’t think to stop it? Everyone just wait, if she gets scratched, I’ll make sure you regret it!”
His mood was instantly spoiled, and with long strides, he reached the door, hanging up the phone, “I have to leave now.”
Indeed, none of them were easy to deal with.
It was Lu Wanwan’s first time meeting Shao Zhiheng. She had thought him quite amiable at first, but his sudden change of expression left a deep impression.
Ji Shaoyang was also slightly surprised, unsure what had happened to upset him so abruptly. Such reactions were rare.
“He occasionally loses his temper, it’s nothing,” he said, hoping not to frighten Lu Wanwan.
Lin Weiyang casually went to open the door, “Brother Shaoyang, you might not know this, but your cousin…”
His voice suddenly stopped. Outside in the corridor, not only was Gu Annan there, but Ji Jiayi had also appeared at some point.
Ji Jiayi stood by Gu Annan, her face full of grievance, “Those reporters are so annoying. They followed me all the way here and are now waiting outside the club. I’m afraid to go out.”
When the door opened, Gu Annan looked past Lin Weiyang, not catching what Ji Jiayi was saying.
He saw Lu Wanwan, whose attention was all on Qiao Moran, eagerly handing him his hat, “Divine Singer, don’t forget your hat.”