Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 67: Sleepless Tonight

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Sleepless Tonight

"She really said that?" Fu Xingzhou frowned deeply.

"Yes." Ah Si nodded, "Madam said the money of the master is not brought by the strong winds or floated over by the seawaters; she cannot spend it recklessly."

Fu Xingzhou’s gaze fell outside the window, "Go check how long Lin Yihang stayed in front of the Grand Hall that night?"

On one hand, she’s mindful of his money, on the other, she’s fooling around with another man.

His money was for her to spend, not to worry about. There was really no need.

"Madam didn’t manage to buy a suitable gift and feels very guilty," Ah Si cautiously glanced at the rearview mirror.

Fu Xingzhou pinched the bridge of his nose: "You get someone to handle it."

It seemed that he would have to take matters into his own hands in the end; he could no longer rely on this favor in front of his grandmother.

"Yes, sir."

Ah Si smartly closed his mouth, not saying another word.

Under the Huang Sha umbrella, Pujing Casino was now lit up, bustling with noise and excitement.

The croupier was informed by the manager that the boss was coming to play soon, and while excited, they did not dare to relax.

The boss’s games were always high stakes and high tips, but the margin for error was extremely low. Only experienced hands were dispatched by the manager to serve.

At ten o’clock in the evening, the croupier dealt the cards calmly.

Sitting before her were figures who could turn Ao City upside down; she had to be cautious and prudent with every deal.

The big shots chose to play Texas Hold’em tonight, a common gambling method in the casinos of Ao City.

After the croupier dealt the first card, her gaze unintentionally fell upon the man in the leading seat.

He had a cigar tilted in his mouth, his narrow eyes half-closed, leaning casually against the spacious chair, his face revealing nothing about the quality of his hand.

The owner himself was known as a gambling deity, with card skills unmatched.

But today, the owner had already lost three rounds in a row, and the others had won a fortune.

"Second Brother, something on your mind?" Liang Zheng showed his hand; a straight flush, which was higher than a flush that Fu Xingzhou had in Texas Hold’em.

Liang Zheng’s three previously shown cards had already indicated a 60 percent chance of forming a straight flush. Under such circumstances, it was unexpected that Fu Xingzhou would continue to bet.

This clearly wasn’t his normal standard.

"Winning all the time isn’t interesting," Fu Xingzhou puffed on his cigar, drawing in a small breath, savoring the aroma, not inhaling into his lungs.

The croupier, an outsider to the game, watched their expressions and could sense the boss was not in the best of moods today, becoming even more cautious with shuffling and dealing.

"Second Brother’s giving you a break, and you’re not even grateful," He Xuan teased as he signaled for a server to light his cigarette, "Liang Shanshan recently took a fancy to a pretty girl, a sophomore in college, and now he’s diligently earning money to keep her."

Liang Shanshan was Liang Zheng’s nickname.

As the croupier dealt the cards, Tang Jingyao lifted the corner of his card, glanced at it and smiled, "What’s the matter, not enough villas in your name, can’t afford one nest for each?"

Liang Zheng was the youngest among the four, but he was the only son of Liang Jiacheng, the richest man in Hong Kong, sent by his father to gain experience in Ao City. It was unclear how well his business was doing, but his skills at seducing women seemed to improve by the day.

"How many can be like Brother Tang, so pure and uninterested? If it weren’t for Jiang Ying going to prison, Brother Tang wouldn’t have started indulging..." Liang Zheng said, suddenly realizing he might have said the wrong thing.

Jiang Ying was always Tang Jingyao’s taboo, not to be mentioned.

As expected, Tang Jingyao’s smile widened, somewhat chilling under the bright lights, his gaze at Liang Zheng filled with hidden meaning, "Mr. Liang, a few days ago you were on the phone with me asking about your situation in Ao City..."

"Brother Tang, my bad," Liang Zheng quickly backed down, "If I win over that college girl, I’ll give her to you."

"Brother Tang lacking a woman?" He Xuan looked towards Tang Jingyao, who was dealing cards, "Why haven’t we seen the new up-and-coming model by Brother Tang’s side recently?"

"She took the money and has already gone back inland." Tang Jingyao didn’t seem to care, but this statement reminded him of a certain forensic doctor.

He couldn’t help but curl up a cold smile, like a hunter who had set a trap and was just waiting for the prey to take the bait.

In this round, He Xuan won.

Playing cards with Fu Xingzhou, they rarely won.

Fu Xingzhou had been looking at his phone the whole time,—every time he looked at it, the glum look on his face seemed to thicken, making it obvious his mind wasn’t on the game.

"If you keep being so distracted, Pujing might have a change of ownership," Liang Zheng, the biggest winner, couldn’t help being a little prideful.

Fu Xingzhou smiled faintly, "You kids are becoming quite bold."

Liang Zheng moved his chair closer, "Brother, that college student is pure yet desirous. I think she’ll definitely be to your taste."

Fu Xingzhou’s preferences were hard to pin down for Liang Zheng; in Dangzi Island it was Miss Hong Kong, recently it was that painter, and a certain Dr. Ye by his pillow had yet to become dull in over a year.

"Then invite her to join us for some fun," Fu Xingzhou said casually, "I’m actually interested to see what kind of wonderful woman she is, to be worth your efforts of introducing her around."

"Okay." Liang Zheng happily went to make the call.

Fu Xingzhou picked up his phone again, his face returning to its previous gloomy shade.

Ye Yan had planned to work on a PPT that evening, but after writing a couple of lines, she hit a wall and couldn’t get her mind to focus on anything PPT-related.

She picked up her phone and opened up her chat with Fu Xingzhou. The last message was a video call he had sent while on a business trip, lasting three minutes and forty seconds.

In the video, he showed her the Ragdoll Cat and asked if she wanted to keep it.

His features were especially gentle on the screen, his eyes seemed to contain starlight that twinkled and lit up her mood that night.

Everything had been fine just a few days earlier. How did things suddenly change like this?

Fu Xingzhou had the temper of a young master—arrogant and stubborn. Sometimes, she felt that in some ways they were very similar; once they decided on something, they rarely changed course.

Ye Yan’s fingers hovered over the screen, but she couldn’t type a single word.

Apologize? She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why apologize?

There had always been propriety between her and Lin Yihang, with no overstepping. Just because Lin Yihang had come to see her, she had to be labeled as "shameless"?

That was just unreasonable and despotic.

Ye Yan turned her phone face down on the desk. There was an emotional swelling in her chest that weighed down on her mood, bringing with it a mix of indignation and injustice.

Suddenly, the phone began to vibrate.

The noise startled Ye Yan, but she quickly grabbed the phone. Seeing the incoming call, the light in her eyes gradually extinguished until it turned serene.

"Ye Yan." Lin Yihang’s voice was gentle, carrying a hint of apology, "He didn’t give you a hard time, did he? Today’s situation was precipitated by my abruptness. If I hadn’t come to return the umbrella, it wouldn’t have led to a misunderstanding."

Borrowing and returning the umbrella were both intentional on his part; the only thing he hadn’t anticipated was being caught by Fu Xingzhou.

He wasn’t afraid of Fu Xingzhou; he was afraid of causing trouble for Ye Yan.

"It’s okay, he’s not here." The tone of Ye Yan’s voice was calm, betraying no fluctuations.

Lin Yihang seemed to sigh in relief, his heart burdened with much to say. However, in the end, he only uttered, "Get some rest early, good night."

Ye Yan hung up the phone, turned off her computer, and had planned to go to bed. But the stifling feeling in her chest wouldn’t subside, ensuring a sleepless night.

She grabbed a jacket and left the house.