Second round.
Brother Qiang rolled three sixes and three fives again.
He proudly rubbed his bald head, looking as if victory was already in his hands and the two hundred thousand was already in his pocket.
Then it was Shu Shu’s turn to lift the lid.
Inside were two fives and four sixes.
Thirty-four points! Just one point higher than Brother Qiang!
The smile on Brother Qiang’s face froze. He could hardly believe it.
This… must be pure luck!
The final round—the match point.
Brother Qiang subconsciously became extremely focused.
This time he rolled five sixes and one five.
Thirty-five points, almost the maximum!
Being able to roll dice to Brother Qiang’s level could almost be considered a skill.
Brother Qiang laughed and impatiently said, “Little girl, you probably don’t need to roll. Just transfer the money directly and save some time!”
He believed luck like that wouldn’t happen twice. There was no way Shu Shu could roll higher than him.
“I still have to roll.”
Shu Shu’s slender fingers gripped the black dice cup and lifted it, shaking it. The dice inside produced neat clattering sounds.
Bang—
The cup was placed firmly on the table.
Shu Shu curved her lips slightly. Under the bar’s lighting effects, her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with dazzling starlight. Then, under everyone’s focused gaze, she lifted the lid.
All six dice had landed on six.
Six sixes! Thirty-six points! The maximum!
“We won! We won!”
Shu Lingchen was extremely excited beside her.
Brother Qiang stared in disbelief, his expression turning ugly.
Shu Shu said, “I won. A bet is a bet. But you don’t need to return the ten-thousand deposit. Can he leave now?”
Getting ten thousand for nothing and suffering no loss, Brother Qiang looked at Shu Lingchen twice and gritted his teeth. The boy was lucky. In the past, anyone who wanted to leave him successfully would at least lose a layer of skin.
He waved his hand. “Go!”
…
On the way back, Shu Lingchen looked at Shu Shu with complete admiration.
In his memory, his mother had always been amazing, but this was the first time he learned that she could also roll dice.
“Mom, during the first round you rolled randomly, right? So Brother Qiang would lower his guard?”
Shu Shu said, “I rolled it that way on purpose. I can roll whatever number I want.”
Shu Lingchen was shocked. “What? Really?!”
“Mm-hmm.”
“That’s amazing! Did you learn it yourself, or did someone teach you?”
Shu Shu suddenly stopped walking. After three seconds of silence, she said, “…Someone taught me.”
Shu Lingchen grinned and leaned closer. “Um, Mom, can you teach me too?”
“What would you learn this for?”
“I just think it’s really cool and want to learn.”
Shu Shu directly refused. “No. Not a chance.”
Who knew what that little idiot wanted to do by learning this.
Actually, Shu Shu could have simply used money to solve the matter for Shu Lingchen earlier.
But she didn’t.
She wanted Shu Lingchen to personally witness how serious the consequences could be once someone got involved with illegal and criminal activities.
“…Oh, alright.” Shu Lingchen keenly noticed Shu Shu’s brief pause earlier. Turning into a curious child, he guessed, “Mom, the person who taught you… was it my dad who died by sea, land, and air?”
When he was little, Shu Lingchen saw that other children had fathers, so he would ask Shu Shu why he didn’t have one and where his father had gone.
The first time he asked, Shu Shu told him his father was a fisherman who got swallowed by a shark while fishing at sea.
The second time he asked, Shu Shu said his father was a street cleaner who was hit by a car while sweeping the road.
Later, Shu Lingchen asked again and again, and Shu Shu said again and again that his father was a pilot whose plane exploded in midair.
Until the end, Shu Lingchen was never sure what his father actually did.
He only knew that his father was dead.
Shu Lingchen looked at Shu Shu expectantly, still waiting for her answer.
Shu Shu subconsciously looked up and met his gaze.
Every time she looked carefully into her son’s eyes, Shu Shu couldn’t help but sigh at the power of genetics.
No wonder they were father and son.
Shu Lingchen’s eyes were exactly the same as that person’s—both had pupils as dark as ink.
But the former’s gaze was calm and simple, while the latter’s was always cold, deep, making it impossible to see all of his emotions.
Hearing Shu Lingchen’s question, a scene almost instantly appeared in Shu Shu’s mind:
A large, well-defined hand held a black dice cup. As the lid was lifted, a pleasant male voice like jade striking jade sounded casually, half amused, half sighing.
“So clumsy. You didn’t roll a six again.”
“You already owe me thirty-two kisses.”
She had learned her dice-rolling skill by paying quite a considerable “price.”
For a long time, Shu Shu had consciously tried not to think about that person.
In the dream she had before dying, it said that she was his… white moonlight.
That must be fake.
She still remembered the scene before they completely separated. He looked at her coldly, clear hatred in his eyes, and his words were even colder:
“Get as far away as possible. I never, ever want to see you again.”
So how could she possibly be his white moonlight?
Shu Shu suddenly shook her head, throwing those images away and forcing her thoughts back to reality.
Anyway, they really would never “meet” again now.
She was already “dead.”
Shu Shu’s expression returned to normal, and she directly raised her hand and knocked her son on the forehead. “Do you think your mom is an encyclopedia? So many questions?”
Shu Lingchen covered his forehead, making a painful face.
“Mom, can you stop hitting my head? I’ll become stupid.”
Shu Shu snorted. “It doesn’t matter. At most you’ll just go from a little idiot to a big idiot.”
Shu Lingchen: “…”
…
Late at night.
It was Shu Shu’s first night staying in the new house at Yujing Garden F1600.
She wasn’t someone who had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar places. Even somewhere new, she could fall asleep quickly.
But perhaps because that little idiot Shu Lingchen mentioned that person earlier, Shu Shu began having chaotic dreams.
In the dream, a pair of pitch-black eyes tightly captured her.
Deep, obsessive, almost pathological.
Like an airtight net, it tightly bound her, entangled her, making it impossible for her to breathe.
His large hand trapped her in his arms. His thin lips were close to her ear as he spoke to her word by word in a pleasant, low voice.
“Don’t think about leaving me unless you die.”
“If you die, I won’t live either. I’ll go with you, and then let someone cremate us together and put us in the same urn… alright?”
—Madman!
Shu Shu lay on the soft bed with her head tilted back, her brows tightly furrowed, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead.
Dreams like this had appeared many nights after Shu Shu left that person for a long period of time, but as time passed, they slowly stopped appearing.
Today, she dreamed of it again.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened on the blanket as she tried hard to break free.
Finally, she escaped from it, but immediately fell into another dream.
Before her eyes was a completely unfamiliar scene, and the protagonist of the dream was not her.
It was Shu Lingchen—