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Seeing that this handsome, aloof man remained unmoved, she had no choice but to speak the truth, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance.
"Are you going to give me money?"
Du Hengyan furrowed his brows slightly at her evasive reasoning, finally turning his head back to her, his gaze filled with confusion and curiosity.
"I..."
Chi Mu Jiu was about to continue explaining when a sudden sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, cutting off her words. Another wave of discomfort followed, causing her delicate brows to knit together in distress.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Before she could respond, Du Hengyan's hand was already gently rubbing her abdomen, his touch soft and practiced.
Chi Mu Jiu froze.
This man before her truly seemed to care about her.
In that moment, she felt a different warmth emanating from Du Hengyan.
He applied a bit more pressure, pulling her closer as his movements became even gentler. The pain lessened compared to before, prompting Chi Mu Jiu to continue:
"Last night I drank to muster some courage, but I ended up drinking too much. When I woke up this morning and remembered the two of us, I felt utterly embarrassed. So I wanted to give you more money as compensation, but there’s no Bank of China here, so I went to the casino instead."
She looked at Du Hengyan with a face full of grievance, resembling a wounded little deer—pitiful and heart-wrenching, evoking a sense of sympathy in him.
Du Hengyan's heart softened unexpectedly; he found it strange that the moment he saw this little woman displaying such a vulnerable expression, he couldn't help but want to treat her well and protect her under his wings from any harm.
"Do you think I’m short on money?"
His voice was deep and magnetic but carried an undertone of irritation as he fixed his gaze firmly on Chi Mu Jiu, trying to see through her thoughts completely.
"No, I just don’t want you to suffer losses; I feel like you haven't made any money while being with me."
Chi Mu Jiu spoke softly like a whisper, not daring to meet his eyes.
Du Hengyan paused for a moment, his eyes dark and inscrutable, making it difficult to grasp his true thoughts at that moment.
"You seem to think quite a lot."
His tone held a hint of helplessness and reflection.
Ke Duheng felt a surge of doubt within him. How did this little one manage to win so much money in that chaotic underground gambling den filled with danger and deceit? Surely, it couldn't be just luck alone, could it?
"You say you won seven million dollars?" Ke Duheng's voice rose slightly, tinged with uncertainty.
Chimu Jiu nodded, her face showing little pride or smugness.
"I'm curious, how did you win?"
Ke Duheng's interest was piqued. Seven million dollars was equivalent to a staggering ninety million in chips before conversion—a considerable sum indeed. He wanted to extract the answer from Chimu Jiu.
"I can accurately know the position of every card," Chimu Jiu said softly, her words landing like a bomb in the stillness of the lake.
A look of astonishment flashed across Ke Duheng's face as he studied the petite woman before him with newfound intrigue.
"I can tell what cards my opponents hold without waiting for the reveal. I even know my own cards without looking," Chimu Jiu added, taking a deep breath before continuing.
Ke Duheng nodded, a glimmer of appreciation shining in his eyes. He hadn't expected this little girl to bring him so many surprises and unexpected revelations. Such a unique ability was rare and highly sought after in their line of work.
"Who else knows about your special ability?"
Ke Duheng's expression turned serious; he understood the importance of this secret.
"Only you know, besides me," Chimu Jiu replied earnestly, meeting his gaze.
Ke Duheng knew she was speaking the truth.
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