Chapter 13 Little Mobao Plays Mahjong, Pays Off Debt for Mom

"Haha, don't let your mommy lose even her panties to the game!"

"What's the big deal about that? If you asked Li Xingwan to lose herself to the game, she might even agree to it!"

Suddenly, the air fell silent.

Li Xingwan: "!!!"

The original host, that fool! She couldn't beat these wealthy ladies at mahjong, so she often lost. And in her desperation to win, she saw how clever Little Mobao was and dragged him to the mahjong table with her.

And had him help her win back the money she lost!!

Once or twice was fine. But every time she wanted to win, that's what she did!

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, several of the wealthy ladies quickly realized, Fu Chengzhou was back.

"Just kidding!"

"We were just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"Exactly, exactly."

Li Xingwan also reacted immediately, hugging Little Mobao and giving him a kiss. "What nonsense are you talking about? I would never be willing to lose my precious baby."

My precious baby...

After being kissed by her, Little Mobao's face turned red. He also defended Li Xingwan. "Right, Mommy didn't ask me to help her pay off debts, I volunteered to help her."

I volunteered to help her pay them off...

"And paying off debts for Mommy is only right."

Li Xingwan: "..."

That's it.

Done for.

This time, it was completely over.

The image of a good wife and loving mother was probably utterly out of reach now.

She didn't even dare to look back at the man sitting behind her.

"Did everyone see that?! Did everyone see that?!" The people in the live stream were even more agitated, starting to make a fuss. "What did I say?! Li Xingwan is a wicked stepmother!"

"Who else's parents would drag such a young child to play mahjong?! Isn't that just delaying the child's development?!"

"Exactly, I can't accept this either!"

"That said, isn't what Li Xingwan is doing considered as poor encouragement? Shouldn't the show's crew ban her for it?!"

"Yes, yes, yes, where is the show's crew?!"

There were also those who urged them to calm down.

"If Li Xingwan's live stream is banned, then we won't be able to see Little Mobao anymore."

"Right, and we won't see this top-tier wealthy family either."

"So we're just supposed to watch?"

"We can make a record! Let's see what kind of child abuse Li Xingwan has committed this episode."

"Right, right, right! Let's note it all down! Later we can post it on major websites, so she can never enter the circle again!"

"Poor our Little Mobao."

Behind her, Fu Chengzhou's expression also darkened slightly.

But soon everyone realized it wasn't quite what they had imagined. Little Mobao looked extremely joyful playing mahjong, so celebratory it was hilarious.

"West Wind!"

"Two of Circles!"

"I've won!"

"Oh no, Little Mobao won again, it's Little Mobao who's won again."

"I think us folks are just getting old. We can't even beat a four-year-old child."

One by one, they all took out their phones, paying Little Mobao. He immediately pulled out his own QR code for them to scan.

That was something Li Xingwan had helped him set up. Even after the mahjong game finished, there was still the task of splitting the earnings.

His share, Li Xingwan's nine.

Fu Chengzhou turned his head to look at his five-year-old son Fu Xiaomo, who was playing mahjong with such a serious expression, and his wife, whom he hadn't seen in three years, whose passion for the game seemed feverish. His slender fingers lightly tapped the edge of the sofa.

He probably hadn't expected to come back and witness such a "loving scene between mother and son."

Putting down the magazine in his hands, he stood up and walked toward his wife and son.