This summer, Chen Luo had been going back and forth between home and the casino so frequently that even Su Panyue started to sense something was wrong.
She called him, cautiously asking, “Brother Luo, are you at the Jinsha Casino?”
Her soft and gentle voice came through the receiver, instantly perking up the spirits of the shirtless gamblers around.
Most of the men gambling here were either single or divorced and had barely seen a pretty woman, let alone heard such a sweet and delicate voice.
Chen Luo was sitting at the gambling table. Just moments ago, he had lost a good hand at the last minute. Jiang Biao grinned and swept all the chips to his side proudly, “Sorry, Young Master Chen, I won again. Tsk, not to jinx it, but women really bring bad luck. See? The moment she called, you lost. Hang up the phone and let’s continue! Maybe you’ll win the next one!”
Since the act had been set in motion, Chen Luo had to keep playing his role. He scowled, “Hear that? It’s your fault I lost! No more talking, hang up! You’re jinxing me!”
“…But before Uncle Chen went abroad, he said—” Su Panyue’s voice grew even more careful. Whenever Chen Luo got angry, she would behave gently. But before she could finish her sentence, she was cut off.
“Say what? Didn’t you hear me say I’m busy? If it’s nothing important, hang up!”
He ended the call with a crisp click.
Jiang Biao burst out laughing, giving Chen Luo a thumbs-up, “As expected of Young Master Chen—your girlfriend is so well-trained. What’s your secret? You gotta teach me sometime.”
“Enough nonsense. Let’s keep playing. I’m winning all my losses back tonight!” Chen Luo put on a crazed gambling expression, though deep down he was praying—praying Su Panyue wasn’t mad, and that when his dad found out, he’d go easy on the beating…
Seeing that Chen Luo was already ‘addicted,’ Jiang Biao chuckled, “Young Master Chen, you must’ve lost quite a bit this summer, huh?”
“Yeah, I’ve lost thirty-six rounds in a row already. My dad’s savings account is almost empty. If I can’t win it all back before he returns, I’m doomed,” Chen Luo sighed.
“No wonder you had so much money—turns out you’re using Old Chen’s account. But still, Chen’s really good to you, huh? Giving you his own bankbook?”
“Yeah, my parents are rarely home, and they’re afraid I’ll run out of cash, so they gave me the family account. Told me to withdraw as much as I want. Even the villa is under my name.”
The two chatted casually. Chen Luo nervously rubbed his cards while answering Jiang Biao’s questions.
Jiang Biao’s eyes flickered. He calculated that Chen Luo had already lost millions here in recent days. Even for Jiangcheng’s richest man, that amount might be the upper limit.
Looks like he needed to think of another way to squeeze Chen Luo dry.
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“Then what do you suggest?”
“If you ask me, play a big one. Just one round, and you could win everything back!”
“How big?”
“Everything we’ve got.”
Jiang Biao stared straight at Chen Luo.
Chen Luo forced a bitter smile, “I’m already on the verge of losing everything. I’ve lost a few million this summer alone. My dad probably hasn’t noticed yet… and even if he does, there’s nothing he can do. He doesn’t have more money. The Chen family might not be Jiangcheng’s richest anymore.”
Chen Luo knew Jiang Biao would definitely investigate the Chen family’s assets. But since Zhu Wenwu died quickly, no one in Jiangcheng yet knew he had bought out the entire Old Factory Street and received demolition compensation. Jiang Biao wouldn’t think to check the assets held by a high school student.
“You can’t think like that. Come on, you’ve already lost thirty-six hands in a row. How unlucky does someone have to be to keep losing like that? I say, your thirty-seventh round is bound to be a win!”
The crowd began to egg him on.
“That’s right, you’ll definitely win!”
“You don’t know, Young Master Chen, last year I was super unlucky—lost fifty-three times in a row. Even lost my wife and kids. But I didn’t give up. Then on the fifty-fourth round, I won big! Won everything back, bought a new house, new car—look at what I’m wearing now! Who would’ve thought six months ago I nearly lost my pants?”
“Same here, Young Master Chen. Just a while back, I lost over twenty rounds straight…”
Chen Luo clenched his teeth, “Alright. I’ll bet with you. I’ll mortgage my villa and borrow money. This time, we’ll go all in!”
“Good! You’re a bold man, Young Master Chen!”
Amid the foul stench of the smoky casino, a faint fragrance suddenly drifted in.
A girl with snow-like skin, bare face, and cold eyes—so beautiful she looked like she had stepped out of a painting—stood completely out of place in the dirty and chaotic room.
But she walked right in, passed by filthy gamblers, and stopped in front of Chen Luo.
Her cool aura softened into warmth, “Brother Luo, I brought you dinner.”
Su Panyue opened the lunchbox in front of Chen Luo, revealing several delicate dishes. “All your favorites. You’ve been here all day. Eat something, okay?”
A chorus of jeers rose around them.
Jiang Biao stared at Su Panyue so hard his eyes were about to pop out, already plotting how to take her for himself after destroying Chen Luo.
Sensing it, Chen Luo pulled Su Panyue behind him, his eyes growing cold.
Feeling his protective gesture, Su Panyue smiled sweetly, “Brother Luo, why don’t we go home and eat?”
“Go home? We haven’t settled this yet. Panyue, do you have any money? Lend me some.”
Su Panyue’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief, “Brother Luo…”
“What, you won’t even lend me a little money? Do you have it or not? If you do, hurry up and give it to me!”
“…Yes, I’ll lend it to you.”
Su Panyue took out a bank card, “There’s—”
Before she could finish, Chen Luo snatched it and dashed out of the casino. As he ran, he shouted back to Jiang Biao, “I’m going to mortgage the villa for a loan. Wait for me! Tomorrow, we’ll go all in!” With that, he vanished in a flash.
Su Panyue hurried after him, “Brother Luo!”
Jiang Biao spat viciously on the ground, “That bastard really has some luck with women. Damn it!”