Song Li, seemingly a genius-level figure, built everything from scratch, mastered Silicon Valley Technology, amassed billions in wealth, yet indulged in extreme sports like climbing Mount Everest, and even broke several Guinness records.
This man is absolutely a genius. She’s his die-hard fan. Seeing her idol... She blinked a few times. No, she has to control herself and not scream! Stay calm, absolutely stay calm.
He was decent enough to greet her, poured himself a glass of whiskey, added a cube of ice, then downed it in one go. After wiping his mouth, he went back to play billiards.
Yan Lv chuckled, "Apologies, Sister-in-law. Song San’s not one for talking much."
"It’s fine, don’t mind me. Keep playing."
She stood up with a beer in hand, her eyes discreetly glancing at Song Li. Yan Lv raised a brow, then put his arm around a girl and went off to sing karaoke. The girl curiously asked:
"Mr. Yan, who’s that woman?"
"Her? Lu Qing’s wife. Be smart, don’t mess with her, or I won’t be able to save you."
Bai Lu pursed her lips and muttered sourly, "With my status, how could I possibly provoke her?"
Yan Lv responded with a faint smile. Everyone’s smart—women you hang out with for fun and the wives you bring home are hardly comparable.
Of course, there are always some clueless ones, their eyes showing clearly unkind intentions toward her.
She stood by the pool table, just ten meters away from her idol. Some people might be obsessed with young male celebrities, but for her, Song Li was her true idol. Apart from his handsome face, he traveled the world and played every adrenaline-packed adventure imaginable—just unbelievably cool!
With her idol right in front of her, the fact that she hadn’t rushed over to scream and demand an autograph was already a miracle. While mulling over how to approach him, she absentmindedly picked up a cue, feigning composure as she said:
"Mind if I give it a try?"
Lu Qing stood behind her, resting his hand on her waist, his voice calm. "Trying for a hole-in-one?"
Uh... Husband, your words sound so ambiguous. And by the way, you’re standing between me and my idol, blocking my view of my idol!
Qin Miaomiao side-eyed him. "What, you don’t think I can make it? Want to place a bet?"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Still want to bet? Didn’t you already lose miserably last time?"
Ahem, right in front of my idol? And with no regard for my dignity? Lord Lu, you’re going to lose miserably this time!
Riled up by his provocation, Qin Miaomiao became even more determined, scoffing, "One word—bet or not?"
"If you say bet, then bet. But this time, what are you willing to wager?"
Qin Miaomiao smirked. "Ten thousand, how about that?"
Just as she finished speaking, the hand on her waist applied a bit of pressure, and he whispered with a faint smile:
"Ten thousand’s nothing. How about one hundred twenty thousand?"
Qin Miaomiao shot him a sidelong glance. One hundred twenty thousand? Guilty conscience much? Isn’t this just because she swindled Ou Bei Yao out of one hundred twenty thousand as her private stash, and now he’s holding a grudge? Petty man, humph. Clearly, he’s scheming to make her obediently hand over that hundred twenty thousand. Dream on!
"Bet it is, Young Master Lu. Get ready to lose your hundred twenty thousand!"
She had just gotten into position when Lu Qing covered her eyes with his hand, leaning close to her ear. "It’s easy with your eyes open. Try it blindfolded—that’s true skill."
Having such a cunning husband, honestly, it’s enough to drive her mad!
Jin Jingyan, Yan Lv, Meng Yan, and Song Li all leaned in closer, intrigued. Yan Lv chuckled:
"Well now, this is getting amusing. Sister-in-law, I’ll put down my own wager—one million."