Chapter 927: Chapter 925: Paying Respect to the Boss, Acknowledging the Junior, Definitely Striving to the Utmost in the Future
 

He looked at Wen Xin, whose complexion seemed a bit off, and apologized very sincerely, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you couldn’t play Mahjong…”

“It’s okay.” Wen Xin’s expression was indifferent as she looked at Qian Meng. Without a care, she said, “Consider it a gift for our first meeting.”

Everyone was taken aback by Wen Xin’s words. Their gazes grew complex, feeling that she was just putting on a brave face since they thought her skills were lacking.

Just then, the three people at the table exchanged glances, deciding that in the next game, no matter what, they wouldn’t win with Wen Xin’s tiles, and would instead try their best to feed her winning tiles. Otherwise, they would be going too far.

After finishing his work, Mu Chengxi and Ling Yichen came out of the study and saw Mu Dong standing outside the door, which slightly surprised him as he didn’t know why Mu Dong was waiting there.

“Are you waiting here for me because something happened?” Mu Chengxi asked Mu Dong in a gentle tone.

“That… It’s Miss Wen… Miss Wen is playing cards with Qian Meng and the others, but her skills aren’t very good, and she has already lost quite a bit. However, she is still persisting. Perhaps Master Xi should go and take a look, and maybe take Miss Wen’s place…”

Mu Chengxi didn’t quite understand what Mu Dong was worried about. He looked at Mu Dong, his eyes filled with a bit of confusion, “If she likes to play, let her play for a few days. It’s not like we don’t have the money to cover her losses.”

Hearing Mu Chengxi’s indulgent words, Mu Dong was somewhat helpless. It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear the money Wen Xin was losing, but he felt that she was losing face, especially since Miss Wen had always been very strong-willed.

After hesitating for a while, Mu Dong explained, “Master Xi, what I mean to say is, I’m worried that Miss Wen might feel that she is losing face over this…”

Mu Dong didn’t explain his point too clearly, knowing that hinting just enough was the best way to measure his words.

Understanding the implication behind Mu Dong’s words, a slight smile formed on the corners of Mu Chengxi’s mouth. “Let’s go and have a look then.”

With those words from Mu Chengxi, Mu Dong was very pleased. He knew Mu Chengxi’s presence could bolster Wen Xin’s position and help her regain some face.

Upon arriving at the entertainment hall, Mu Chengxi could see from afar that Wen Xin had several stacks of chips beside her. He paused for a moment.

Those chips, he roughly estimated, amounted to five or six million. She had won quite a bit.

Turning his head towards Mu Dong, Mu Chengxi questioned him with a look, indicating that this didn’t seem like someone being bullied. It clearly looked like Wen Xin was the one bullying those three.

Gu Yanzhe, Yuan Junye, and the others who hadn’t joined the Mahjong table were all standing behind Wen Xin, watching her play as if observing how a pro handles the game.

As for Qian Meng and the other three at the table, their hands trembled slightly as they held their tiles, unsure of what Wen Xin had done to them. Each of them looked terrified.

When Qian Meng caught sight of Mu Chengxi coming over, he straightened up excitedly and blurted out in a collapsing tone, “Mu Chengxi, your wife is bullying us! She has us cornered, and we’ve run out of chips to lose!”

If Qian Meng didn’t know Wen Xin despised such underhanded tactics, he would have even suspected that she was cheating, as she seemed to see right through their hands…

In fact, this all started when they decided they wouldn’t win on Wen Xin’s tiles, believing in their delusionally superior skills compared to hers.

After delivering her ‘first meeting gift’, Wen Xin started to show her true strength, not calling tiles, not forming any Pungs, just self-drawing!

With one round, Wen Xin raked in six hundred thousand!

At first, they thought it was just a coincidence when it happened the first time, but as the game went on, it became more and more outrageous. Wen Xin seemed like she had hacks activated, always winning big no matter the hand. The casually discarded small tiles didn’t even catch her eye, as she kept winning with high-scoring hands, which was chilling for everyone else.

At that moment, they began to doubt their own abilities. They didn’t know what had led them to the ridiculous idea of “let Wen Xin have this one”?!

After complaining to Mu Chengxi, Qian Meng turned his head to glance at Gu Yanzhe, who casually rested one hand on the table and propped up his face with the other, striking a rather boss-like pose.

Qian Meng had thought she was just a young girl, hardly believing she could be proficient in everything, but as it turned out, she was the real boss!

Yuan Junye, who had been watching the excitement for a while, suddenly spoke up at this moment, with a nonchalant smile, “The little girl said she didn’t want to play, but you insisted on dragging her into the game. This is clearly you guys asking to give away your money. Now you’re complaining to Mu Chengxi, seems a little over the top, doesn’t it?”

Yuan Junye’s words rendered the three eager to give away their money silent in an instant; they could not deny their eagerness to lose.

Gu Yanzhe, standing on the side, touched his nose, feeling somewhat relieved that he had voluntarily stepped aside earlier to let Wen Xin take his place.

Unable to refute, Qian Meng deeply regretted his short memory at that moment. Now he recalled the hardship he’d encountered on his journey, so much so that since meeting this boss, he was either questioning his life or on the road to questioning it.

Mu Chengxi came up to Wen Xin, glanced at her ready hand and then at the chips on her table, “Playing so well?”

Wen Xin propped her face, her eyes shifting slightly as she looked at him with an indifferent “Ah,” her tone lazy, “Not bad.”

Everyone present felt as if they were choking, their temples twitching. Qian Meng had asked Wen Xin about her card skills when she first joined the mahjong table, and Wen Xin had casually replied, “Pretty good.”

Finally, Qian Meng was speechless. He felt he might never be able to hold his head up high in front of the “little princess.” He thought staying alive was already quite an accomplishment.

In the end, Qian Meng clasped his hands towards her, “Next time we play mahjong during the New Year, I’ve decided to worship you. Please bless me with rolling wealth! I’ll go make a gold statue of you when I get back!”

Listening to Qian Meng’s exaggerated words, Wen Xin glanced at him with disdain, “That’s what you said last time when you gave me the racing manual…”

Wen Xin’s words struck Qian Meng hard. He had just been thinking about the time he lost to her in racing, but having it mentioned in public was truly embarrassing; he felt utterly ashamed.

Nobody expected that there was such bad blood between Wen Xin and Qian Meng, and curiosity was ignited in the eyes of all present.

Gu Yanzhe nudged Qian Meng’s head from behind, chiding him with a laugh, “Come on, Young Master Qian, don’t embarrass yourself.”

In front of everyone’s eyes, Qian Meng felt no shame as he stood up from his seat and bowed deeply to Wen Xin.

“I don’t care anymore, starting from a few days ago, Miss Wen is my boss. I’ll follow you loyally and work to the bone!”

Everyone was caught off guard by Qian Meng’s gesture, all momentarily stunned, but what surprised them even more was Wen Xin’s reaction,

Indifferently, Wen Xin took a chip from the pile and placed it in front of Qian Meng.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll accept you as my little brother. This is your reward, thanks for the hard work!”