Chapter 202 The Gambler
These words are utterly infuriating and morally reprehensible.
Meng Wanshu was furious, but she was helpless, since the other party had neither named her nor questioned her directly.
She couldn't just rush up and start arguing with them, could she?
What's the difference between that and publicly admitting that she is a vixen?
Meng Wanshu grew increasingly resentful. Upon further reflection, she realized it was all Zhou Mingli's fault. It was Zhou Mingli who had been shouting that he was a vixen, which was why those brainless people had joined in the commotion.
Thinking of this, Meng Wanshu felt a surge of anger, but remembering Director Gu's warning, she had to force herself to swallow her anger.
Zhou Mingli, you bitch, just you wait! I'll make you pay sooner or later!
She made a silent vow in her heart.
Teasing from the guests, Song Yanshen actually mumbled the words "gourd spirit" again.
The guests were so excited, they were even happier than if their own grandson had started talking.
Zhou Mingli was both amused and exasperated. This brought good business to her stall, since everyone was there to join in the fun, and many people would come and have a little bit after smelling the aroma of braised dishes or stews.
The atmosphere at the stall was cheerful and everyone was very happy. The only one who was unhappy was probably Meng Wanshu at the grain and oil station.
In that gambling den, Zhong Chengren showed no signs of fatigue.
He stared intently at the cards in his hand.
He's been having bad luck today; he's been losing since the afternoon.
Zhong Chengren was actually a little regretful. He felt that he shouldn't have come to play cards at this time, since he usually came in the evening. But in the afternoon, his friend insisted that he was missing a corner for the game and called him over.
I don't know if it's because the evening is his home game, but he didn't win much when he came in the afternoon. He would win one or two out of ten games, and they were all small wins.
But when he loses, it's a huge loss.
Around 8 PM, Zhong Chengren didn't want to play anymore.
"What the hell is my luck today..." He threw his cards on the table. "I'm not playing anymore! I'm going home!"
"No way!" one of them immediately stopped him. "You wouldn't let us leave before when we lost, and now you want to leave after losing?"
Upon realizing that this was indeed the case, Zhong Chengren was speechless and could only sit down dejectedly.
But the more this happened, the more agitated he became, the more he lost his temper during fights, and the more he lost.
By 2 a.m., Zhong Chengren had lost almost all his money.
This was the worst he had ever lost at cards here.
His friend, sitting to his left, was grinning from ear to ear.
"Hey, I guess my luck has finally turned around. After losing so much, I'm finally seeing some money come back."
Seeing his smug look, Zhong Chengren felt even more annoyed.
However, winning and losing at the table is common sense. He was just lucky before and never thought he could be lucky forever, so he didn't say anything, but he was still a little uncomfortable.
After casually greeting them, Zhong Chengren went home.
The others exchanged glances as they watched his retreating figure, revealing knowing smiles.
When Zhong Chengren returned home, Meng Wanshu was already fast asleep.
Although he tried to be as quiet as possible, he still alerted Meng Wanshu.
Meng Wanshu rubbed her eyes, her tone slightly annoyed: "Why are you back at this hour? You woke me up!"
Zhong Chengren coaxed her gently, "I just finished the fight, so I came back!"
"You go to sleep!"
Meng Wanshu simply turned over, ignored him, and went back to sleep.
Zhong Chengren quickly washed up and then lay down next to her to sleep.
However, in the following days, even though Zhong Chengren deliberately chose to play cards at night, he still lost more than he won.
His luck seemed to have run away the moment he went to play cards that afternoon; he never again had the chance to win hundreds of dollars in one night.
After playing like this for a few days, Zhong Chengren discovered that he was out of money.
This is a bit uncomfortable.
He's still waiting to win the money back!
Knowing that asking Meng Wanshu for money would be futile, Zhong Chengren decided to act first and ask for permission later, secretly taking some of Meng Wanshu's money.
He thought, "Anyway, I can win it back. Once I win the money, I can pay her back."
He didn't know if it was because Meng Wanshu's money was just more appealing, but he actually won more than ten yuan that night.
Although it wasn't much, it was the first time he had won money in several days, and Zhong Chengren finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His luck has finally turned around.
Back home, he returned Meng Wanshu's money and went to sleep contentedly.
However, he started combing his hair again the next day.
Zhong Chengren was going crazy.
What, do you really have to take Meng Wanshu's money?
So he ran straight home, grabbed Meng Wanshu's money box, and prepared to make a big splash.
And then... he lost everything.
As dawn broke, Zhong Chengren looked at the empty money box in his hand, and his brain, which had been stimulated by passion and gambling, finally slowly regained its rationality.
It's over, he gambled away all of Meng Wanshu's money...
But at this moment, Zhong Chengren felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, with red eyes, he grabbed several people who were about to leave.
"Don't go!" His expression was almost ferocious. "How can you win money and then just leave!"
The gambler clicked his tongue: "Hey Zhong Chengren, why won't you let us leave when we lose, and why won't you let us leave when we win?"
"You have to give me a chance to turn things around!" Zhong Chengren roared.
“But…” the gambler pointed to his money box, “Zhong Lao Er, you’re out of money!”
Zhong Chengren subconsciously glanced down at the money box in his hand.
Yes, he's out of money...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but loosen his grip on the person's hand.
However, another gambler approached and asked, "Zhong Chengren, do you need to borrow money?"
He smiled warmly: "My interest rate is 3%... not too high, not too low... as long as you pay it back on time, there won't be any problem!"
Zhong Chengren, who was about to let go, gripped the man's sleeve again: "I'll borrow it!"
When Meng Wanshu got up, she saw that Zhong Chengren had not returned yet, and she frowned.
Zhong Chengren hasn't been home much these past few days; he's been gambling all day long!
Last night she was even thinking about *that* kind of thing! But Zhong Chengren wasn't there, so she tossed and turned in bed and finally managed to fall asleep, her heart burning with hatred for him.
She thought to herself that she must make sure Zhong Chengren didn't go out tonight.
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