Chapter 10: Chapter 9 A Bit Interesting

    After all that had happened, Jiang Wanzhou spent four or five minutes tidying up his hair in the restroom before he leisurely returned.

    As soon as he sat down, Shen Minglang said, "Little President Jiang, are you betting on the final? My cousin has already placed his bets with me."

    As his real cousin, Jiang Wanzhou gave him an indifferent glance, then curiously asked, "Brother Zhu, what did you bet on?"

    "I went for Germany vs. Argentina 0:0," Cheng Zhu frankly admitted and also explained what 0:0 meant.

    He knew Jiang Wanzhou would immediately ask how much money he had placed on the bet, so he preempted by saying, "If you trust your Brother Zhu, just follow my lead and bet."

    "I trust a fart from you, you don''t know jack about football," Jiang Wanzhou said with annoyance.

    Shen Minglang asked, "Little President Jiang, are you betting or not?"

    "Sure, I''ll bet on Germany vs. Argentina 0:0, put down two thousand," Jiang Wanzhou said.

    He didn''t understand any of it, odds and whatnot, he didn''t know, nor did he care.

    He was just following suit to add to the excitement.

    "Hey, I thought you didn''t trust me?" Cheng Zhu said with a laugh.

    "I''m not trusting you, it''s just that I have this hunch!" Jiang Wanzhou said, "Consider yourself lucky that I''m also betting. I''m giving you good luck, you can''t lose."

    Cheng Zhu just shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

    He knew Jiang Wanzhou''s character, knowing he would definitely bet on the same thing as himself.

    The point was to be in it together at the end, to curse in unison if they lost, or to celebrate together if they won.

    Cheng Zhu, of course, didn''t point out that Jiang Wanzhou could actually afford to bet more.

    "Small bets make for good fun, big ones hurt the body, gamblers die miserable deaths."

    "It''s fine to play around, but he shouldn''t savor too much of victory, that would be a bad precedent," Cheng Zhu thought to himself.

    He personally believed that gamblers don''t end well.

    "But this isn''t gambling, not knowing whether to win or lose, that''s gambling. This is pure hacking."

    "Hacking is for the chosen ones, dumbasses shouldn''t imitate."

    After Shen Minglang placed Jiang Wanzhou''s bet, he immediately turned to his sister with a smile, "Qingning, I''ll bet a little for you too. If you win, it''s yours; if you lose, it''s on me."

    "No need," Shen Qingning flatly refused.

    "It''s fine. Otherwise, it''s boring for you here. I''m not going to bet much, just the same as Little President Jiang," Shen Minglang insisted on pampering his sister, adding to the excitement of a 0:0 bet.

    As mentioned before, Shen Minglang was frank yet liked to show off. Having such a pretty sister with a good temperament made him proud in his circles, so he was quite fond of Shen Qingning and felt that nobody was worthy of being his brother-in-law.

    As a man, he understood men all too well.

    You chumps want to chase my sister? Dream on.

    Seeing how adamant he was, Shen Qingning didn''t say much more.

    Li Rui watched the scene unfold, mouth agape, wanting to say something but unable to get the words out. His chest felt instantly blocked.

    Outside the restroom, Cheng Zhu was stopped by Li Xinyue.

    "Cheng Zhu! What are you doing at the bar!" Li Xinyue confrontationally stated from the get-go.

    Cheng Zhu glanced at her and, ignoring her, continued walking toward the men''s.

    The restrooms were separated by a curtain from the outside, emboldening Li Xinyue''s actions and words.

    She directly grabbed Cheng Zhu''s arm, a look of anger on her face demanding, "What''s with that attitude!"

    Cheng Zhu looked at her, speechless, thinking this little fairy had serious issues.

    "In any case, people are different," he thought to himself.

    In his past life, he had seen girls at a similar age who were "sensible" enough to cling to his neck, then whisper in his ear, "It''s fine even if it''s inside, I''ll take care of it myself."

    But others could be such drama queens, always feeling like they were never the problem.

    This argument began because Li Xinyue found a "Boyfriend Quiz" on Weibo and demanded Cheng Zhu answer it, then she would grade him, threatening him with a "see what happens if you fail!"

    Cheng Zhu glanced at the explosive questions and immediately lost any interest in answering.

    These were the sorts of bizarre queries like, "If my mom and I fell into the water together, who would you save first?"

    Cheng Zhu didn''t want to take the quiz, and as they went back and forth, Li Xinyue flipped out.

    Later, she started talking about breaking up again, but this time Cheng Zhu didn''t pander to her.

    Now, Cheng Zhu stood there staring at Li Xinyue until she let go of her grip on his clothes.

    For some reason, under his gaze, Li Xinyue felt a bit flustered. She thought Cheng Zhu''s eyes seemed a little different than before but couldn''t pinpoint how.

    "When in a relationship, being a bit whimsical is one thing, but now that we''ve broken up, let''s part on good terms, okay?" he said lightly.

    "Just because of that?" Li Xinyue''s temper flared again, glaring.

    Of course, it wasn''t just because of that, but they hadn''t even been through a long-distance relationship yet—future events were still unfolding.

    Just then, Shen Qingning walked out of the ladies'' and glanced casually at them without saying anything, going straight to the sink to wash her hands, ignoring both of them.

    Li Xinyue suddenly felt uncomfortable again and stopped talking.

    Shen Qingning''s aura was undeniably intimidating, too aloof.

    But Cheng Zhu didn''t care at all; for him, it made no difference whether there were people around or not. He shrugged and smiled, "Yes, because of that. Didn''t I tell you that before?"

    "If you never remember after a few times, then let''s forget it. It makes you unhappy and makes me look petty." After saying that, he walked into the men''s without another glance at Li Xinyue.

    After washing her hands, Shen Qingning pulled out a paper towel and, as if no one else was there, carefully dried the water off her delicate fingers.

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