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Born to eat this bowl of rice? She found it quite interesting. At least it wasn't the kind of rice served in the business circle.
In the business world, filled with deceit and intrigue, that was not her cup of tea. Here at the gambling table, while there were wins and losses, for Chi Mu Jiu, nothing was unexpected; she could strategize effortlessly. After all, she could spot a cheat at a glance.
As the crowd, eager for another round, rubbed their hands together in preparation for battle, a brother stationed outside rushed in to report: "Madam! The boss has arrived! The car is already in the gambling area! Quick, everyone, move! Don’t just stand there!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback. The boss had come so quickly?!
Chi Mu Jiu was also startled. The brothers across from her reacted swiftly, immediately rising and hurriedly making their way out, their expressions tense as they returned to their respective places. They knew all too well that if the boss found out they had skipped work to gamble, the consequences would be dire; they would be thoroughly skinned alive.
Chi Mu Jiu quickly stood up and hurried downstairs in a flurry. Before getting into the car, she made sure to remind the brothers at the door to keep their cool and not let anything slip; otherwise, they would all face the music together.
Just as Chi Mu Jiu's car pulled away, Du Heng Yan's vehicle drove into the gambling area. Inside the gambling zone, everything appeared calm as usual, as if nothing had happened. Yet, everyone felt anxious inside, praying that this little escapade of sneaking away to gamble wouldn’t be discovered.
As the luxury car came to a stop, one of the subordinates at the door greeted Du Heng Yan immediately.
"Boss, you’ve arrived."
Du Heng Yan stepped out of the car with a slight nod. Today he looked just as he always did in his impeccably tailored suit, exuding elegance and nobility. However, there were several glaring spots of fresh red blood on his cuffs and chest that were particularly eye-catching.
His sword-like brows furrowed slightly in annoyance, his expression darkened by an ominous cloud hanging over him.
"Is Madam awake?"
"Yes, Boss. I just delivered some food to her," one of his subordinates replied respectfully.
Du Heng let out a frustrated click of his tongue, feeling even more regretful. He glanced at the bloodstains on his clothes, worry filling his heart. How could he face his wife with such dirty clothes? She was so timid; would this scare her?
"Boss, are you worried about how to explain your dirty clothes to Madam?" A few trusted aides noticed Du Heng's troubled thoughts.
Du Heng raised his gaze slightly to look at them. "Go on," he said patiently.
"It's simple, Boss. Just take off your clothes when you enter! With your physique, even in clothes, Madam can't take her eyes off you. Without them, wouldn't it be even more captivating?"
The man grew increasingly excited as he spoke, seemingly proud of his suggestion.
Du Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he fixed his gaze on the speaker. The man thought his words had displeased the boss and was about to apologize when he heard Du Heng let out a light click of his tongue.
"That's an idea," he said, his lips pressed together. "But it's a rather crude one."
His tone was hard to read, but the ominous expression that had crossed his face earlier had shifted back to indifference, though the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed him.
"A crude idea could still be worth trying," Du Heng mused silently to himself.
Then he got back into the car and instructed the driver, "Drive home."
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