His willingness to be fierce and confrontational, even to lash out at his wife, stems from his belief that he is quite rare in Hong Kong and Macau.
He will be faithful to his wife, faithful for life.
But he needed her to know this, and he demanded that she do the same, and then he also demanded that she love him.
Indeed, after meeting Boss Wen, Nie Zhao felt quite outstanding and now he was justified in demanding that his wife love him.
However, Mrs. Nie has always been all-encompassing in her dominance over her husband.
So when he realized something was wrong, he mustered up his courage and said again, "Ah Rou, it's already very good that I can keep myself pure in Hong Kong and only have one wife."
But his wife lifted the dice cup and smiled again, saying, "One husband and one wife is a national policy. You're not doing this for that reason; you're just following the law. And I'm not wrong, you and Boss Wen are both capitalists."
Nie Zhao looked down and was stunned. His wife had only shaken the dice a few times and slapped the dice cup, but she had rolled six ones, which is called "a brocade pattern" in the dice business and is very difficult to roll.
Dice are the most direct and classic form of gambling.
But Nie Zhao still didn't understand how his wife played poker; she had started playing dice.
And how did she manage to create such a beautiful display with just one shake?
Not to mention that Boss Wen was having a good chat, but left halfway through to see what his wife had done.
Nie Zhao was just as curious, wanting to know how his wife had managed it.
From slot machines to Texas Hold'em to dice, he was a complete novice; he knew absolutely nothing about them.
He even discovered that he, like the Nie Jiayu brothers, had developed a shameful mentality of lying down and waiting to win.
Although he didn't understand, he knew that his wife would definitely have a way to win.
But today, his wife's sudden display of genuine emotion in front of Song Yuanchao was too hurtful. Nie Zhao withdrew his surprise and prepared to continue arguing. He had to argue, and he had to make his wife realize that he was better than most men.
He, too, is worthy of her love.
While still holding his son and relaxing, Nie Zhao's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly asked, "Ms. Chen, if I am a capitalist, have you ever thought about what you are, what your role in life is?"
He added, "I am a capitalist, and you are a capitalist's wife. What should we call you in mainland China? Landlord's wife?"
It's very simple: if Nie Zhao is a capitalist, then Chen Rou is the capitalist's wife.
Nie Zhao, this capitalist, made money and provided his wife with all the conveniences of life, which she enjoyed.
So, others can criticize him, but his wife can't, because they are husband and wife, and they share power and wealth.
She thinks he's a bad person, so by the same logic, she's a bad person too.
However, this was only Nie Zhao's opinion, not Chen Rou's. For Nie Zhao, tonight was an argument, but for Chen Rou, it wasn't.
The dice used in casinos are made of a different material than those used outside; of course, their weight and sound are also different.
The last time she played with dice at a casino was in her past life.
To become a qualified undercover agent, she spent a month shuffling cards with one hand and rolling dice with the other after work. At her most intense period of study, she only slept three hours a night and got to work as soon as she woke up, studying Ye Han's secret manual with the same fervor as a high school senior preparing for exams.
At that moment, she felt neither anger towards Nie Zhao nor much attention on what he was saying.
After all, she still has to go to the casino tomorrow, and she needs to use the casino's gambling equipment to activate her muscle memory so that she can perform well on the day.
She just spun a 'brocade-covered ground' pattern, which, to an outsider, would be considered quite excellent, but that's not actually the case.
For dice experts, this is just the beginning. Of course, Chen Rou still needs to practice more with casino dice.
She wanted Nie Zhao to sleep on the balcony so as not to disturb his sleep.
But that's not right. Just as she was about to leave, Nie Zhao said that she was a capitalist's wife and a landlady.
Is he rebelling against the Heavenly Gang and has no regard for the law?
With the dice cup in Chen Rou's hand, she covered the dice with Nie Zhao's hand, then slid and flicked it, and all the dice were in the cup.
She was still blocking his way, and she was angry. She said, "Please, Mr. Nie, you are a capitalist, but I am not a landlady."
Well, with his son sleeping so soundly in his arms, his wife probably wouldn't dare to be rough with him.
Nie Zhao, wielding his son to intimidate his wife, wasn't afraid of her. Seeing her about to leave, he turned and blocked the doorway: "Then what are you?"
He added, "If I were a landlord and you were my wife, what would you be if not a landlord's wife?"
Chen Rou looked at her husband, who was holding the child and looked sullen, but she wasn't angry. For some reason, she found him quite cute.
Of course, if he weren't taller than her, she would have to stand on tiptoe to be on top of him, which would be even cuter.
But when she stood on tiptoe and hooked her arm around his neck, Mrs. Nie still exuded a domineering aura.
She hooked her arm around his neck, forcing him to look down and meet her gaze. Well, his lips were beautiful, and they had thinned a bit with age, thin and sharp, just the kind of lips Chen Rou liked.
Although this man was a chatterbox, he had done a good job of putting the child to sleep, so Chen Rou gave him a light kiss.
Then, with a slight smile, she said softly, "Me? Of course, I'm the capitalist's worker grandfather."
She was just joking, and the "worker grandpa" was just a meme.
The elderly workers will most likely only be able to work like oxen and horses.
Instead of, like in the movies, stubbornly telling capitalists: "I am your worker grandfather."
But she forgot that Nie Zhao wasn't from mainland China, so he wouldn't understand the joke.
He would be angry if she wanted to be his grandfather.
Sure enough, Boss Nie immediately became furious.
She tried to leave, but he grabbed her neck with one hand, preventing her from turning her face away.
His voice was hoarse, and his hot breath hit my face: "What did you just say? Say it again?"
Chen Rou only meant to make a joke, but little did she know that this person had no sense of humor.
They were almost touching; if they squeezed any closer, A-Yuan would wake up, and then A-Yuan would have to be put back to sleep.
So Chen Rou struggled and pushed her husband, saying, "Let go, don't wake the child."
She kissed him without hesitation, making him hot and bothered, but then she left just as easily. Why?
Nie Zhao not only didn't let go, but instead tightened his grip, pressing his wife's face against his own. In a hoarse voice, he commanded her, "Continue! Why aren't you kissing me anymore? Continue, kiss me."
Chen Rou choked, thinking to herself that he was probably asking for a beating, but Nie Zhao said again, "Hurry up, or I'll wake your son!"
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