I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 708 Bet

Chapter 708: Chapter 708 Bet

However, there was one thing the manager did take note of, reckoning this girl must really be Mr. Shen’s lucky star. Otherwise, how could Mr. Shen’s business continue to grow and thrive? It all made sense, and besides, Mr. Shen did seem to dote on his wife quite a bit.

It seems that old saying might really hold true, that the more a man dotes on his girlfriend, the stronger he’s likely to become. Thinking of this, the manager felt assured that he, too, would have to treat his future wife well to ensure his career could flourish. With this in mind, he felt immensely happy, confident that one day he would find an excellent wife of his own.

The next round of fighting was about to start below. At the referee’s signal, a huge African American man, probably about 195 cm tall—with big muscles, each bulging more than the last, and his whole body covered in scars, overlapping each other, old and new—looked incredibly intimidating.

The man let out a roar and lunged at another man, who was 188 cm tall. Though the latter was also covered in wounds, the expression on his face was one of confidence. Shen Dong, standing above, watched the two beginning their fight and pondered who would come out on top.

The African American indeed was massive and seemed very strong, probably very experienced too. But it was unclear how things would unfold. Shen Dong watched intently, and Kang Yue, of course, didn’t want to miss out on the excitement. Watching from where she stood, she saw the two men starting to exchange blows.

Though the African American was stronger and taller, the smaller man was more agile. As the big man used all his strength to smash at him, the other could deftly dodge. This caused the African American to swing at air, and he became visibly angered. This appeared to be their first clash, and already, the African American seemed somewhat overpowered.

As the two men watched, Kang Yue was the first to speak. "Shall we make a bet to see who will win? If the person we bet on wins, the other has to pay up. How about it? It’s kind of boring just watching without any stakes involved. Or do you want to go down and bet directly? If we do, I’m sure I could win more."

"Because my judgment is actually pretty good. Why don’t we give it a try?" said Kang Yue with a smile, hoping to coax Shen Dong into playing along. Shen Dong chuckled, glanced at his wallet, and thought better of it. He had come here today to scout for talent, not to gamble away his money—after all, he had already lost enough at the bar the night before.

Now, losing more was not something he could handle.

"Forget it, I’ll bet with you. But if I went down there to bet, I might not be able to pay it back. Haven’t you seen how high the odds have gotten down there? The shorter white guy isn’t favored, so the odds are quite high. Why don’t you go and place a big bet on him and give it a try? You might just break even in one go," Shen Dong said.

"Just say you’re scared of losing money," Kang Yue exclaimed. "Relax. If you’re scared, leave it to me; I’ve got plenty of cash. You don’t know how much I’ve made lately. Just you wait and see me win big. Believe it or not, although others aren’t favoring that white guy, I feel certain he’s got a good shot. You’ll see.

I’m going to place my bets now. If I win, I’ll share some with you. If I lose, well, there’s nothing I can do about that, but you believe I can win, right? I feel the same way. Look, that white guy just dodged again. Excellent, I’ll go place my bets now."

Kang Yue watched the intensifying match unfold, knowing she had to place her bets soon or it would be too late. She had set her mind on her pick and needed to move fast, making sure to place her bets before the fight ended. The odds were changing all the time.

Once her bets were placed, the odds would freeze at their initial values; there was money to be made. Time was running out, and she had to hurry before the odds went up. Shen Dong shook his head; he rarely frequented this place. Oh, that’s right, his girlfriend practically never came here.

So, he called the manager over to help her, as he was a super VIP. Why should his girlfriend have to go down herself—even though it would be an ordeal, it would still feel like hard work? After pressing a button, the manager came up, looking puzzled about the summons.

Upon arrival, he respectfully asked, "May I know your plans?"

"My girlfriend wants to bet on that white guy. Would you mind placing the bet for us? It’s not convenient for us to go down."

With that request, the manager quickly understood, took the money for the bet, and left. Kang Yue was shocked at how swiftly everything was handled. Could the manager have been waiting outside their door the whole time for their commands and arrangements? How was he so efficient without needing to arrange for someone else?

Her boyfriend’s status here seemed unbelievably high, to have the manager at their service like this. It was almost beyond belief. She’d certainly receive VIP treatment in the future, but there was a problem: If she came here to spend money on her own, would the manager tell Shen Dong? If he did, it would mean no more carefree days for her.

It seemed unlikely she’d be able to casually joke around with any of the bruisers—sigh, never mind. If it wasn’t meant to be, then so be it. Anyway, she had no designs on them; she simply enjoyed watching them fight. That was all there was to it, nothing more. Next time, then.

"Why look at me with that kind of admiration? There’s no need to worship me—it’s to be expected. I wouldn’t be coming here if it weren’t for this treatment. And you do realize who invested in this place, right? When has anything I’ve shown interest in ever failed to prosper?

You’ve got to believe it—every investment I’ve made so far has been carefully selected. If it doesn’t meet my standards, I don’t even bother investing. So sometimes, it’s smart to listen to others’ opinions," Shen Dong said, puffing himself up with self-importance and pride. What’s the harm in letting his girlfriend admire him? Everyone seemed to enjoy it.