Chapter 200: Chapter 193: Zhan Qipei Gives Qiao Jing a Gift
Everyone was stunned.
After a brief moment of shock, all eyes simultaneously fell on the hand of tiles Qiao Jing had just laid down.
Was her luck off the charts?
They had just shuffled the mahjong tiles!
Well, they had no choice but to start over.
Qiao Jing: “Self-drawn.”
“Aiyo—” Su Manhan rubbed her stomach, about to reach for a tissue to end the game when suddenly another wave hit her.
It must have been the fruit she ate too much of.
How was Qiao Jing doing playing for her by now?
This girl was so clueless she hadn’t even touched mahjong tiles before.
The more Su Manhan thought about it, the less she thought of Qiao Jing.
Twenty minutes later, Su Manhan came out of the bathroom leaning on the wall, and Qiao Jing was still sitting at the table playing.
As soon as Su Manhan arrived, she immediately looked at the money in front of Qiao Jing, fearing that not a single cent was left.
Although the Zhan Family was wealthy and didn’t care about such a small amount of money, who wanted to lose at mahjong?
The moment Su Manhan took a look, she was stunned.
The pile of money was almost too high to stack any more.
Before Su Manhan could voice her question, Mother Lu spoke up first, “You’re back just in time, Qiao Jing is amazing. If this continues, we’ll lose our wallets entirely.”
Su Manhan’s eyes widened as she looked at the table in front of Qiao Jing, who was about to win again—but Qiao Jing needed the last Red Dragon.
There had already been two Red Dragons played on the table, with just one left—the odds were incredibly low.
Besides, at this stage of the game, anyone who knew a bit about mahjong would understand that someone was likely aiming for that single Red Dragon, so even if they couldn’t win, they would hold onto that Red Dragon tightly in their hand.
Her hand wasn’t going to win.
While Su Manhan was thinking this, Qiao Jing had already drawn her tile.
Su Manhan’s eyes instantly widened.
“Win—win!” Su Manhan was more excited than Qiao Jing, swiftly knocking down the tiles.
“Another win, that’s over twenty consecutive wins now. Qiao Jing, are you using cheats?” a noblewoman complained.
At first, the noblewomen were slightly annoyed, watching only one person win constantly was not very interesting.
Now, they were actually impressed and started watching Qiao Jing’s game as if it were a spectacle.
“Qiao Jing, you must be a lucky star, right? Are you always this lucky?” Mother Lu asked with a big smile looking at Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing nodded, “Pretty much.”
Perhaps because after she was born, fate had been too harsh on her, not only nearly causing her demise but also leading to her mother’s early departure from this world.
So later in her life, her fortune turned around to become much luckier than the average person.
“You really are a lucky star! To tell you the truth, I like you a lot, Qiao Jing. I feel we click well. You should come over to my place more often. I heard from Zijin that the two of you are very good friends, so don’t be a stranger with us…”
Su Manhan just couldn’t understand why Mother Lu liked Qiao Jing so much. What was so good about Qiao Jing, a country bumpkin?
The other two wealthy ladies joined in, “Qiao Jing, I like you too. I’ve heard that you’ve been living alone all this time. I have only one son, no daughters; I really want to take you as my god-daughter.”
Qiao Jing’s knowledge of medicine had been mentioned by Mother Lu to the two wealthy ladies earlier. Her medical skills were extraordinary, her talent unparalleled. If they could take her as a god-daughter, it was a deal they couldn’t possibly lose.
“I have three sons. My eldest is already married but the second and third are still single. If you have time, I could bring them over to introduce to you?”
Listening to their back-and-forth, Su Manhan just couldn’t make sense of it.
Zhan Qipei was also baffled. He’d just gone out for a little while—why had these people stopped playing mahjong and started competing for his wife?
Indeed, his previous thoughts had been correct. He had to keep his wife tied to his belt, never letting his guard down for a moment. The slightest relaxation, and it was very possible that someone else could whisk her away in the blink of an eye.
At 11 p.m., people in the imperial capital had already started setting off fireworks one after another, welcoming the arrival of the new year.
It was late, and since both Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei had drunk a bit, they decided not to return to Nantai Apartment but to stay over.
Zhan Qipei, dressed in a wraparound bathrobe, came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.
Qiao Jing stood on the balcony, her expression calm as she looked up at the fireworks in the sky.
Zhan Qipei walked to Qiao Jing’s side, his gaze falling on the beautiful and refined profile of the girl. He felt that her face was even more dazzling and beautiful than the fireworks above.
“I have a New Year’s gift for you.”
Zhan Qipei turned and walked towards the wardrobe.
With a curious look, Qiao Jing’s gaze followed him as Zhan Qipei pulled out an exquisite gift box from the pocket of a hanging suit.
“What’s this?” Qiao Jing asked as she took it.
“Won’t you know if you open it?”
Qiao Jing didn’t continue to guess and started to unwrap the gift directly.
“Lip balm,” Zhan Qipei corrected.
He knew Qiao Jing didn’t like wearing lipstick, which was why he had chosen to give her lip balm.
Qiao Jing didn’t like wearing lipstick except for on special occasions.
But she would often use lip balm, especially in the dry and cold winter.
“Don’t you want to try it?” Zhan Qipei saw Qiao Jing about to put away the lip balm, a trace of barely visible disappointment crossing his eyes.
Qiao Jing originally wanted to say that, but then she thought better of it—after all, it was the man’s thoughtfulness. Just trying it on wouldn’t hurt.
With that thought, Qiao Jing took the lip balm out of the gift box.
She twisted it open, touched the stick to her lips, and gently applied it.
As Qiao Jing concentrated on applying the lip balm with her head lowered, she had no idea that Zhan Qipei was staring intently at her lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.
A deep surge passed through Zhan Qipei’s chest as he stared at the girl’s soft lips, nearly losing control.
He couldn’t be blamed; her lips were simply too tender and soft.
The balm against them was visually stimulating to an alarming degree!
After Qiao Jing finished applying it, she pursed her lips.
“It’s quite moisturizing, the scent is faintly fragrant—not too strong, just a little bit. I really like it,” Qiao Jing said as she looked up and caught the man staring at her.
She didn’t think too much of it, assuming he was worried she’d say it was not to her liking.
“As long as you like it,” Zhan Qipei felt as though he had wasted the effort of his shower. It was just watching a girl apply lip balm, but he hadn’t expected to work up a sweat again.
“But I didn’t prepare a New Year’s gift for you. If you don’t mind, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” Qiao Jing had been taught since she was little to reciprocate favors—if someone gave her something, she couldn’t just accept it without giving something in return.
“No need. I just wanted to give you something,” Zhan Qipei said.
“Still, name something. As long as it’s within my power, I’ll prepare it for you.”
“Really?” Zhan Qipei’s eyes, fiery with desire, landed on Qiao Jing’s lips once again.