20 Don't Be Impulsive

Everyone who played cards for the fun of it was aware that there were plenty of dirty tricks involved in a round of gambling.

People were not unfamiliar with the term "cheating."

However, nobody exposed it. If a player could cheat undetected through artful deception, this was considered a skill in itself.

If others could easily see through a player's tricks, then that would be considered "cheating."

A player who got caught cheating redhanded during a game could only blame himself for being too slow.

When Quan Rui noticed Jiang Hao and Meng Fan's expressions turning increasingly dark, he spoke up and pretended to chide Bai Ran.

"Ranran, it's one thing to be aware of certain things in our hearts. Why did you have to say it out loud?" After Quan Rui said this, the crowd burst out laughing.

Bai Ran immediately caught on to Quan Rui's intention and went along with him. "All right. I won't say anything even if I see it happen again," she said.

With both of them singing in harmony, the atmosphere was once again ramped up to the max.

Jiang Hao's face was drained of color. He could almost feel the mockery from the people around him.

He was the Master of the Jiang Family, after all. He had always lived a life of comfort and had always been treated with respect. Never had he been subjected to such humiliation.

When Jiang Bangyuan saw how Jiang Hao's tiny universe was about to blow up, she quickly reached out to her hand to calm her brother down.

"Don't be impulsive."

The kindle of fire in Jiang Hao's heart was instantly extinguished. Without saying a word, he took a deep cleansing breath to calm himself down.

On the other hand, Meng Fan appeared much more gracious.

There was a saying that if you wanted to become a true master in martial arts, you had to first learn how to get beaten up.

If you couldn't endure the beatings, it would be pointless to continue even if you were skilled in martial arts. How else would you be able to get back on your feet after receiving a few punches? The beatings helped build endurance.

Thus, only a person who could endure the beatings would be able to master martial arts.

The same applied to cards. It was inevitable for someone to be caught in the act when first attempting to cheat. Meng Fan had reached his present state because he was already used to getting caught.

Sometimes, when a person could barely hang in there after getting banged up, the person could only admit to cheating. But right now, those two were merely being subjected to mockery.

Meng Fan seemed utterly unaffected by what happened earlier. He turned to look at Quan Rui again before he continued to speak with the same provocative tone as before.

"Master Quan, how much t do intend to bet this time? Should I remind you to look at your cards first? Otherwise, you won't know how you've lost later on..." Meng Fan could be said to be a fool who rushes in where angels feared to tread. He dared to say such a thing to challenge Quan Rui. He did not seem to think much of Quan Rui at all!

As for Quan Rui...

He continued to maintain his half-smile, and he threw Meng Fan a casual look that seemed to suggest that Meng Fan was merely an unimportant minion and that there was no need for him to waste the effort to even look at Meng Fan.

Quan Rui's eyes had always followed Bai Ran.

This time, he became even obvious and public about it. He reached out his hand and toyed with Bai Ran's hair, which draped down beside her shoulder. Casually wrapping a lock of her hair around his slender fingers, he began to play with it.

He seemed to have found himself a new toy and was caught up in delight as he played with it.

This time, Quan Rui remained silent for some time. Just when Bai Ran thought he would not reply to Meng Fan, she heard him speak in a faint voice.

"Dealer, what is the maximum limit for each player?"

The beautiful lady dealer flashed Quan Rui a polite smile, and nodded her head. "It's a hundred million dollars."

When Quan Rui heard this, he looked at the four cards in front of the dealer again, and his long, thin eyebrows scrunched into a rare frown.

His black pupils darkened for a moment as if he was thinking about something important.

Bai Ran, who was in his arms, could not read his mind.

"He's indeed a person who hides his feelings well!"