It turns out, all men have a natural gambling streak in their bones. Mahjong is one of those things—every man knows how to play a bit of it. To prevent Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing from teaming up and cheating as husband and wife, only one of them was allowed to play.
Qin Miaomiao was overjoyed. The moment those mahjong tiles were brought out, her eyes lit up. Genuine ivory mahjong!
The feel of the tiles was exquisite, unlike anything ordinary. She treated them like a rare treasure, even feeling an impulse to take this entire set home with her.
Lu Qing ruffled her hair and calmly warned her, "Don't even think about it. This thing can ruin you. Just have your fun and be done with it."
Qin Miaomiao pouted, rubbing the tiles fondly like a prized possession, clicking her tongue. The tactile sensation was superb—it even made her want to hug them to sleep.
"Oh, my precious, my darling, whether I dominate tonight or not… it's all up to you."
