"Everyone’s playing? Then I’ll play too. I’ll bet one million."
Jin Jing was happy to stir up trouble.
With a smirk, Meng Yan added, "Count me in."
Song Li chimed in last, "One million."
Calculating the total... that’s already 5.2 million!
Thinking about that number, Qin Miaomiao felt a wave of excitement—just one perfect shot and she’d win 5.2 million! But if she lost, she’d owe 5.2 million!
To bet, or not to bet?
Lu Qing, clearly enjoying her dilemma, teased, "Wife, looks round is going to get intense."
Qin Miaomiao shot him a glare. If she lost, it was the household’s money she’d lose, okay? Don’t you feel even a little bit distressed?
Yan Lv raised his hand. "Little Lu, to ensure fairness, we need to blindfold your wife, just to prevent you from cheating."
He found a piece of black cloth to blindfold her, blocking out every bit of light. Forget cheating—she couldn’t even tell east from west anymore. Did it really have to be this extreme?
Qin Miaomiao felt like she was digging her own grave.
Meanwhile, Jin Jing, Yan Lv, Meng Yan, and Song Li gathered for a small strategy meeting:
"There’s no way the wife will win this time. But honestly, taking money from a woman isn’t satisfying—Lu’s got to pay."
"Exactly, exactly. He usually wins more than anyone else. This time it’s his turn to bleed!"
"One million... you could buy a fine horse with that."
Lu Qing sipped his whiskey, placed a hand on Qin Miaomiao’s shoulder, and laughed. "Wife, how about admitting defeat now?"
"Ha! No way. Even if we lose, it’s your money we’re losing. If you don’t care, why should I? Step aside, let me focus."
Lu Qing patted her shoulder and leaned in close to her ear. "Wife, don’t force yourself. If you admit defeat now, at most, I’ll just confiscate the stash you’ve been secretly saving. How about that?"
"No way. Admitting defeat isn’t my style."
Holding the cue stick, she bent over, focused on the ball she wanted to hit, and kept the blindfold firmly in place. At this moment, all sound—whether music or talking—fell into silence. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see whether her shot would sink the ball... or not.
With a crisp "bang," the sound of impact echoed. She seemed to visualize the ball’s trajectory and heard the satisfying sound of the balls colliding.
The room was eerily quiet for about three seconds, followed by an eruption of cheers. She curled her lips into a smile—perfect! The ball sank into the pocket!
Pulling off the blindfold, she turned around and smiled at them. "So, gentlemen, will payments be made by check or bank transfer?"
Yan Lv applauded exuberantly, "Sister-in-law is amazing." Though losing felt a bit stinging.
Jin Jing muttered, "Sister-in-law, can I pay on credit? My finances are a little tight right now."
"Sure. Hey, husband, is your company hiring? Send him over as a courier for a few years—that should pay off his debt of a million, right?"
Jin Jing: "Sister-in-law, you’re even more ruthless than Little Lu. I totally misjudged you."
Meng Yan gave her a deep glance and outright pulled out a check, tossing it to her. Qin Miaomiao flashed him a thumbs up. "Young Master Meng, you’re truly straightforward!"
Next came Song Li. He... took out his phone and raised an eyebrow. "Scan my QR code?"
Uh, wait a minute—doesn’t the transaction limit on WeChat make transferring one million a little tricky?
Still, Qin Miaomiao shamelessly scanned his QR code with glee. After all, this was her idol! Not only could she get up close and personal, she’d also gain access to his social media moments! She wished she could like every single one of his posts—I mean, cough, cough, calm down, must maintain restraint.
Last up was Lu Qing. Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but feel a bit smug. "Dearest Lord Lu, how do you plan to pay, hmm?"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow, "How about payment in the bedroom? Ten thousand per night, I’ll serve you for ten nights."
Jin Jing, Yan Lv, Meng Yan, Song Li: Shameless!
(That’s all for today, lovelies! Goodnight!)