The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love
Chapter 277: Roulette (2)

Chapter 277: Roulette (2)

"I don’t gamble really..." she tried to deflect that line of conversation.

"Oh? I thought Dr. Yang brought you here for a change of pace," Zhuo Syaoran blinked once.

The corner of her mouth twitched once. "He is just kidding. I..." she coughed, "cannot afford to bet. Not that I am into gambling anyway."

Mingshen glanced at Jia and slightly pouted. "It hurts me when you say that you cannot afford to bet. Isn’t your handsome cash cow right here in front of you?"

"..."

Jia was already feeling the stares of the guests formed in the crowd but now it was even more pronounced. They were sharp, pointed and scrutinizing as if judging every fiber of her being. She could sense passionate questions like -

Who is this woman so close to Yang Mingshen?

Which family does she belong to?

Is Yang Mingshen really fascinated by her?

Is she going to become the Yang family’s daughter-in-law?

Isn’t she so lucky to get Yang Mingshen’s attention?

Zhuo Syaoran smiled. "It might not stand with your principles but you should take his offer when Dr. Yang is being so generous. I seldom see him like that."

Jia glanced at Mingshen, who was simply staring at Zhuo Syaoran with no particular expression.

"Don’t worry. We will keep the number of bets to your comfort."

"One then-"

"You can bet as many times as you want," Mingshen chuckled. "There is no upper limit here."

She glared at him. "For me, there is."

That triggered a heated discussion between them where the end result finally settled on five bets or else Jia threatened to leave. Mingshen clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

Fei Nanyou was left in an extremely bad mood. He was forced to play with such people who were responsible for Tengqi’s state according to him.

That arrogance won’t last for long, he sneered inwardly.

The croupier aka the dealer asked, "Please place your bets."

Jia took the least risk bet. She decided to either bet on red-black colors or odd-even numbers. "R-Red."

Zhuo Syaoran said, "Sixteen."

Some people let out exhilarating exhales as placing a bet on a single number out of 36 numbers had a very high risk of losses.

Equally if he won, he would win a payout of 35:1. It could be highly rewarding or loss making depending on if the Goddess of luck truly shone on you or not.

Fei Nanyou voiced those same opinions and chuckled. "Bro, you are betting too wildly today. Did you get a good chunk of pocket money from your little brother?"

Jia felt odd at that choice of words.

Pocket money from little brother?

She sensed a hint of sarcasm in Fei Nanyou’s tone. She looked at Zhuo Syaoran, but he seemed unfazed by that apparent insult.

"Maybe."

Fei Nanyou felt irked by that mysterious one word response. He said, "Street for me," and he placed his chip on the row of 13-14-15.

Jia slightly raised her brow.

Mr. Zhuo betted on sixteen and he has betted on the numbers so close to it.

The croupier asked Mingshen, "And yours Sir?"

Mingshen said, "I will just be an observer."

Jia didn’t know why but she felt betrayed. "You!"

He smiled. "Don’t worry, Spicy. I will cheer you on~"

The croupier nodded and said, "All the bets are in place. Let’s start."

He spun the wheel and rolled the ball in the opposite direction. Jia felt a drop of sweat formed on her brow as she held her breath.

This is not my money so please let me win, please let me win. I cannot afford to be in the devil’s debt!

"It will be so sexy if you’ll be in my debt, you know~ I can make you do so many suspicious and naughty things in return~" he whispered in her ear, making her jolt.

She glared at him again and spoke in a hushed voice. "Don’t breathe in my ear!"

"Does that make you pleasantly tickle~?"

"Murderously tickle. You said the wrong adjective."

The wheel spun and spun and it gradually started to slow down. Eventually, it came to a stop and Jia swallowed a gulp.

The ball landed on the red number 15.

Jia’s jaw dropped.

It landed on red...I-I won!

She cried tears of joy. She was inwardly spinning cartwheels in extreme happiness.

Mingshen said in disdain, "Betting on colors is so boring. Ramp up the next bet, Spicy."

"You shut up!"

The crowd gasped at the outcome.

So close!!!

Zhuo Syaoran had betted on 16 and the ball landed on 15, which meant he lost by only one place!

Whereas Fei Nanyou betted a street and landing on 15 marked his victory.

"Wow~" he whistled with a bright gaze. "That was unexpected. You were so close, Syaoran. Ouch, I feel sorry for you."

Zhuo Syaoran smiled, not really affected by his pity. "Luck is in your favor, Nanyou. Cherish it."

He smirked, his heart filling up with extreme satisfaction at his victory over Zhuo Syaoran’s.

Heh, acting all cool and mysterious before. Where is that attitude now?

The croupier asked them to place their second bets.

Jia was now even more nervous than before.

Red or black? What are the chances it will land on red again? Ugh...

"B-Black..."

Mingshen sneered. "You don’t have to be fair and care about the color’s feelings, thinking that black would feel left out."

She gritted her teeth because he hit the bulls eye.

"Do we have a permanent tape so that I can shut his mouth for good?"

He coughed.

Mingshen sparkled. "I know another way that can shut my mouth. We just did it before~ Remember, remember?"

Jia almost stumbled off and stared at him in horror. That same gaze also expressed her warning.

If you remind me of the kisses one more time, I will bang your head on this very roulette wheel!

Mingshen simply shrugged.

Zhuo Syaoran said, "Corner bet. 26-27-29-30."

Fei Nanyou lazily said, "Hm let’s see...I would bet a street again. 31-32-33."

"Understood," the croupier said, "Let’s begin."

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