Chapter 265: Won, Give Me Half
Chapter 265 of "My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious" starts the action: It turns out, all men have a natural gambling streak in their bones. Mahjong is... Find out what happens!
It turns out, all men have a natural gambling streak in their bones. Mahjong is one of those thingsâevery man knows how to play a bit of it. To prevent Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing from teaming up and cheating as husband and wife, only one of them was allowed to play.
Qin Miaomiao was overjoyed. The moment those mahjong tiles were brought out, her eyes lit up. Genuine ivory mahjong!
The feel of the tiles was exquisite, unlike anything ordinary. She treated them like a rare treasure, even feeling an impulse to take this entire set home with her.
Lu Qing ruffled her hair and calmly warned her, "Donât even think about it. This thing can ruin you. Just have your fun and be done with it."
Qin Miaomiao pouted, rubbing the tiles fondly like a prized possession, clicking her tongue. The tactile sensation was superbâit even made her want to hug them to sleep.
"Oh, my precious, my darling, whether I dominate tonight or not... itâs all up to you."
As she spoke, she even kissed the one-dot tile. Her obsession was plain as dayâclearly a seasoned player.
"Iâll go first."
Lu Qing said casually, lifting her up and setting her aside. Qin Miaomiao, hopping mad, stomped her foot. "Lu Qing, we agreed Iâd go first!"
Lu Qing shot her a glance. "Wait your turn."
This was obviously payback! Seeing her so excited, he was deliberately toying with her!
No matter how much she muttered complaints or felt irritated, she could only endure it, sitting obediently to the side as she watched them start the game.
"Hey, Little Lu, this isnât very gentlemanly of you, is it? It was your wife who suggested playing mahjong. Donât you think youâre being a bit much? Three bamboos."
"Exactly! I saw how your wife handled the tiles just now. Clearly, sheâs a pro. If you donât let her play, her hands are going to itch like crazy. Seven bamboos."
Meng Er suddenly called out, "Pong!"
Song Li didnât join the game but sat next to Meng Er, observing. The round of tiles they were playing with had been shuffled and arranged by Qin Miaomiao under Lu Qingâs instruction. Her motions were fluid and graceful, her slender fingers as white as scallions, long and elegant. They were especially captivating while arranging the tiles, her rosy nails glinting with luster, utterly mesmerizing.
But alas, she was only laboring for the benefit of others. Qin Miaomiao was fuming, yet she couldnât bear to leave. She sat quietly next to Lu Qing, completely under his thumb, even resigned to being in charge of drawing tiles for him.
"Youâre so indignant. Why donât you play instead?"
Yan Lv widened his eyes. "No way! Iâm just getting into the groove."
Whenever these guys played mahjong, the women sitting around became nothing more than decorations. Yan Lv found them all annoying and directly dismissed them.
The women were disgruntled, shooting Qin Miaomiao bitter looks. If it werenât for her wanting to play mahjong, these rich patrons wouldnât have sent them away. Losing their chance to cozy up to these men was, for them, excruciatingâlike having their flesh flayed off.
The game didnât go on long before Lu Qing pushed his tiles forward. "Sorry, Pure One Suit."
"What the hell! Little Lu, whatâs the deal? Winning right off the bat with Pure One Suit?"
Lu Qingâs eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile. "My wife draws good tiles. Whatever I need, I get. Nothing I can do about it."
The other three were utterly frustrated, casting despondent glances at Qin Miaomiao. Qin Miaomiao spread her hands innocently:
"Donât look at me! Iâm blameless."
Her gambling luck was hit or miss, depending on the person.
The next few rounds proved one thing: Qin Miaomiaoâs hand at drawing tiles was exceptional. Whatever Lu Qing needed, thatâs exactly what she pulled!
After several consecutive big wins, the others were struggling to bear it. Yan Lv shouted:
"No way, Brother Lu. You canât let your wife keep this up. If we keep losing at this rate, weâre going to end up gambling away our pants!"
"Exactly! Hey, sister-in-law, why donât you draw tiles for me instead?"
Still steaming over her deal with Lu Qing, Qin Miaomiao immediately agreed when she heard this: "Sure, Iâll do it, but if you lose, thatâs on you. If we win, I get half."
Jin Jing clicked his tongue twice. "Sister-in-law, youâre quite the businesswoman, huh? But I like your style! Deal!"