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Lan Qingqing pondered over Hou Yi's words, trying to understand why he insisted on having Ke Wenjie divorce Tong Le. Was it possible that after the divorce, Hou Yi intended to pursue Tong Le?
Quickly dismissing the thought, she realized that with Hou Yi's unpredictable nature, he wouldn't care about a woman's marital status. In fact, it might even excite him more.
She attempted to ask Hou Yi about his intentions, but he ignored her completely, casually tossing her a few chips to continue playing.
With a heavy heart, Lan Qingqing gambled a few more times, only to lose back the thirty thousand she had just won. She felt the sting of losing money; thirty thousand was no small amount—it could cover several months of her salary. To put it seriously, in a small town or rural area, that amount could represent an entire year's salary for someone.
Yet in the casino, thirty thousand was merely a trivial sum, just a few small chips exchanged within minutes.
Once again, Lan Qingqing recognized the vast gap between social classes. She shouldn't have questioned Hou Yi; being able to associate with a man like him was already a stroke of luck for her. Why should she care about his true intentions? In just a few decades of life, opportunities for social mobility were rare—only once or twice at most. She needed to seize this hard-won chance; when she finally turned her fortunes around, all the suffering she endured would seem insignificant.
Sitting at the gambling table, she took a deep breath and made up her mind. She threw all her chips into the pot and won sixty thousand this time.
Overjoyed by her luck, she felt it signaled a smooth path ahead! She was certain she would get what she desired!
Rushing over to Hou Yi, she exclaimed, "I just lost all my money, but I went all in on my last bet and guess what? I won big! I've realized something: I was too timid before; I should have been bolder!"
Hou Yi turned his head slightly, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "So, will you help me?"
Lan Qingqing nodded vigorously. "I'll help you! It's just getting Ke Wenjie and Tong Le divorced—I'm in! But..."
Hou Yi's gaze flickered momentarily.
She continued, "Can you help me teach someone a lesson? It's that Wu Youyou from Zong Shi Yan Tuan—the one with all those messy braids. This red paint on me is her doing; I can't let this slide!"
Hou Yi thought it might be something significant and casually replied, "Sure."
Lan Qingqing's excitement bubbled over. "Can I bring my friend along? It's Mo Kai Liang; he's waiting for me outside the estate."
She quickly explained, "There's nothing between us; we're just friends. I only called him my fiancé to fool those people at the company."
Hou Yi looked impatient and tossed her some small denomination chips again, dismissively saying, "I'm not interested in your personal matters; you don't need to explain anything to me. Go find him. When you're done playing, call for hotel service; the Sichuan food here is decent—just put it on my tab."
Lan Qingqing scampered out of the hall, still thinking about that unlucky Mo Kai Liang. After all, he was one of her own; they could experience this grand occasion together and enjoy the thrill of gambling without treating money as money!
Hou Yi instinctively glanced at Lan Qingqing as she left. He sneered in derision; he had long seen through her thoughts—she was merely hoping for a stroke of luck, thinking she could climb up by using him as a stepping stone.
Unfortunately for her, every step counted in this world—there were no shortcuts to take.
Hou Yi guessed that Lan Qingqing had gotten carried away at the gambling table, riding high on beginner's luck and experiencing the rollercoaster of emotions that came with gambling. Those who loved to gamble could never escape the ultimate test of going all in when faced with desperation—they were all gamblers at heart, reckless and daring.
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