Fated to My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1582: My Forehead is Hard Enough

Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: My Forehead is Hard Enough

Jian Yufei left Mo Lan’s room and went downstairs to the living room to wait for Ruan Tianling.

She hadn’t waited long when Ruan Tianling and Awei walked in.

The wind and rain outside were too strong, and most of Ruan Tianling’s clothes were soaked.

Jian Yufei quickly stepped forward: "Go upstairs and change your clothes quickly, or you’ll catch a cold."

"I feel like taking a bath. Go run some hot water for me," Ruan Tianling said, pulling her toward the upstairs.

Once they were in the room, Jian Yufei went to run hot water for him. Before long, Ruan Tianling walked in, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

Jian Yufei glanced sideways at him and asked, "Why did you have Mo Lan meet Qi Ruigang? Was there something going on?"

"Nothing much. Qi Ruigang insisted on seeing her, so I let her go. I went along to protect Miss Mo."

Ruan Tianling took off his boxers, his toned body stepping into the bathtub.

Jian Yufei lowered her gaze slightly: "Is the water temperature okay?"

"Mm, it’s just right," Ruan Tianling replied, leaning back comfortably. Jian Yufei turned around, placing towels and other supplies next to him, then prepared to leave.

"Take your time bathing. I’ll go prepare clothes for you outside."

"Yufei," Ruan Tianling grasped her wrist, his gaze deep and intense.

Jian Yufei said nothing, waiting for him to speak first.

She thought he had decided to be honest with her...

"Help me bathe," Ruan Tianling said with a playful smile.

Jian Yufei’s expression darkened. She jerked her hand away sharply: "You’re not Ansel. Bathe yourself!"

She turned and strode out of the room. Ruan Tianling watched her retreating figure, his gaze dim.

After a quick shower, Ruan Tianling opened the bathroom door, but Jian Yufei was nowhere to be seen.

On the bed were the clothes he needed to change into. He walked over, put them on, and opened the door to leave.

Jian Yufei was in Ansel’s room.

In the stormy weather, they couldn’t go out to the deck to play, so they could only stay in the room.

The mother and son were playing cards on the bed.

The game was simple—Explosion Golden Flower.

Each player got three cards and compared the values. The loser had to endure flicks to the forehead—one flick for each wager placed.

Ansel had a strong mind and always managed to intimidate Jian Yufei.

Jian Yufei had already been flicked on the forehead several times.

"What are you playing?" Ruan Tianling pushed the door open and asked with a smile.

Seeing him, Jian Yufei’s expression remained indifferent.

"Explosion Golden Flower," Ansel responded briefly, while focused on the game.

Ruan Tianling walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "I know how to play this game. Let’s play together."

Ansel explained, "The loser has to get flicked on the forehead. However many wagers they place is how many flicks they’ll get."

Ruan Tianling nodded with interest: "No problem. My forehead is tough and can handle you both."

As he spoke, he grabbed the deck of cards and shuffled it swiftly twice.

"Who should be the dealer?" he asked with a laugh.

"Let Mom be the dealer. Ladies first," Ansel said in a gentlemanly tone.

"Not bad, my son knows how to treat ladies first," Ruan Tianling said with a smile, handing the cards to Jian Yufei. "You deal, then."

Jian Yufei originally didn’t want to play with him. But it was rare for Ruan Tianling and Ansel to get along peacefully, so she didn’t want to ruin the mood of them bonding as father and son.

Jian Yufei dealt three cards to each player.

She had a habit of checking her cards rather than keeping them hidden. If her cards were lousy, revealing them would only confirm her loss.

In the previous rounds, she had lost to Ansel, all because she checked her cards, lost her confidence, and chose to fold preemptively.

This time, with Ruan Tianling joining in, she felt she had to check her cards; otherwise, she didn’t stand a chance against him.