I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 827 - 612 The Uncrowned King_2

Chapter 827: 612 The Uncrowned King_2

Even Geng Long had already taken a seat.

According to status, it would have been quite difficult for him to become a distinguished guest at this estate, and he understood to whom he owed this honor.

Glancing at Yu Guangrong, who stood by in a proper manner, the gracious Madam He smiled and did not insist.

"Li Fen, it seems like it has been a long time since our Haojiang was this lively, hasn’t it?"

Madam He said with a sigh, turning her gaze toward the second wife of the He family.

Though the He family had four branches, it was no doubt that the first and second were the most powerful, with the two holding assets that accounted for almost seventy percent of the He family’s wealth.

"Yes, didn’t Guang Rong just host Lan Peizhi yesterday? I almost forgot that she had been to our Haojiang before."

The second wife seemed to chime in casually.

Yu Guangrong’s expression remained unchanged, with a smile still on his face.

"Aunt Lan was here too?" Song Chaoge spoke up, his face showing surprise.

"You didn’t know?"

The second wife chuckled in surprise, "I thought you two had arranged it together."

Arranged it together.

Song Chaoge acted as if he didn’t catch on, shaking his head with a smile, "I’ve just found out."

"Guang Rong hosted Lan Peizhi yesterday. It seems she is quite interested in our He family’s about-to-expire gambling licenses. What about you?"

Smiling as if the warm spring breeze, the second wife spoke, "I’ve heard that your gambling skills are quite exceptional. Haven’t you thought about being the dealer yourself?"

What a move to advance by retreating.

Madam He lifted her teacup.

Indeed, having lived together for half a lifetime, their coordination was impeccable.

"The second wife is joking. What skills are there to speak of in gambling? Isn’t it all about luck?"

Song Chaoge joined the conversation, "Moreover, the most skillful gamblers often won’t sit at the table themselves, like the Gambling King and a few others. They all are examples worthy of my learning."

The second wife’s smile faltered slightly, clearly understanding the underlying message in his words.

This young man was not easy to deal with.

She couldn’t help but glance at Madam He.

"Actually, I know there are many drawbacks in this industry, otherwise it wouldn’t be explicitly banned inland. A long time ago, I had already brought a respected idol back home to pray daily for the blessings of the He family."

Madam He put down her teacup, with a string of Buddhist beads on her wrist.

Guo Anle certainly did not understand the verbal sparring between the two parties. Of course, maybe he did, but he didn’t care. This scion, born immune to troubles, turned to the fourth wife and politely inquired, "Fourth Madam, is Yi Hui in Haojiang?"

The fourth wife was momentarily stunned, seemingly caught off guard that he would speak to her.

Although she was also one of the Gambling King’s wives, her branch was on the fringe within the He family. Despite being surrounded by splendor and wealth, she held little real power.

Seeing her speechlessness, the third wife looked at her and said, "Yi Hui should have just returned, right?"

The fourth wife regained her composure and nodded with a smile, "Yes, right, Yi Hui has returned."

"That girl, always liking to run around. I haven’t seen her for such a long time."

The third wife’s reprimanding tone overflowed with unmistakable indulgence, as if their entire family were harmonious and close-knit, without distinction between you and me.

"Ever since she went to study at Stanford, I seem to have not seen her, only communicated by phone."

Guo Anle remembered, the first time they met was at Uncle Li’s birthday celebration when the Gambling King was still alive. He personally went to Gangcheng to pay his respects and brought his young daughter along.

Introduced by their elders, he greeted the girl who was a year younger than him. In front of the elders, she behaved politely; however, when he later approached her for a chat, her attitude changed, treating him with indifference.

As the son of the Guo family, Guo Anle was never short of women, easily attracting them without lifting a finger. Yet, he had no interest in those who threw themselves at him.

Perhaps this was a common human failing.

He, a paragon of virtue, occasionally thought of that aloof young girl from the Li family’s birthday festivities.

"If I had known, I would have asked Yi Hui to come." The third wife laughed, then said to the fourth wife, "Dong Xiang, why don’t you give Yi Hui a call and ask her to come over?"

The fourth wife hesitated.

It was not that she didn’t want to, but she feared that, given her daughter’s nature, she probably wouldn’t want to come.

"There’s no need, since she’s already in Haojiang, I’ll contact her myself." Guo Anle quickly said.

The madams looked at him, with a hint of oddness in their eyes.

Song Chaoge remained smiling, quietly listening, as if he were an outsider.

The idle conversation continued.

The fourth wife had no chance to interject, so she found an excuse to stand up and leave, walking to a secluded spot. After much deliberation, she decided to make a phone call to her daughter.

Within the He Family, although she had little power, a lack of power did not mean she lacked ambition.

It’s just that the other wives were too formidable, always keeping her tightly suppressed.

"Yi Hui, come to the main house right away, join your great aunt for a meal,"

she said as soon as she reached her through the phone.

Over the years, she realized that she might never outdo her "sisters" with her own abilities; perhaps turning her fortunes around would depend on her only daughter.

"I won’t go."

The response on the other end wasn’t unexpected.

"Guo Anle has come too. Aren’t you good friends with him? Since he has come to visit, shouldn’t you meet him?" The fourth wife promptly explained.

"Guo Anle?"

He Yihui seemed momentarily unable to remember who that was, only to speak again after a few seconds, correcting her, "Mommy, we aren’t good friends, just ordinary friends."

"What’s the difference."

Where the fourth wife was concerned, she hardly dwelled on such distinctions, saying earnestly, "Yi Hui, both the He and Guo families are prominent households in their respective regions. While your daddy was alive, the two families had a quite decent relationship. As a member of the He family, it’s your responsibility to maintain this relationship. Plus, you know what time it is; our He Family needs friends."

"Mommy, he’s just the youngest child in the Guo family, as insignificant as I am. What’s the point in forming a good relationship with him?"

He Yihui’s retort left the fourth wife speechless for a moment, unable to reply.

"...Yi Hui, how can you say that?! How can you be insignificant? And Guo Anle is quite the favorite in the Guo family..."

He Yihui cut her off, "Mommy, you guys eat. I’ll do as you say and stay at home."

"..."

The fourth wife was at a loss for words.

Shortly thereafter,

the call was disconnected.

"This child!"

The fourth wife put down her phone, helpless.

"Dong Xiang, is Yi Hui coming?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind her.

The fourth wife immediately turned around, recognizing by the voice that it was her "third sister," the one closest in age to her in the family.

In the entire family, it should be their two branches who had the closest relationship—both being marginalized from the core power of the family.

Of course,

by comparison, the third branch still had somewhat more influence than their fourth.

"Yi Hui is feeling a bit unwell, so she won’t be coming,"

the fourth wife replied with an air of nonchalance.

"Not feeling well? Is it serious?"

The third wife showed concern. "This child, it’s not that she can’t adapt to the climate after being abroad for so long, is it? How about I send a doctor over to check on her?"

"No need, it’s probably just a cold. She’s always been like this; she starts coughing whenever autumn comes."

"That’s good then."

The third wife seemed relieved and nodded, glancing over to the harmonious living room.

"Dong Xiang, what do you think about the Guo family’s young master?"

"A truly outstanding figure, a dragon among men," said the fourth wife.

"I think so too," the third wife nodded with a smile. "The Guo family from Gangcheng and our He family are well-matched in social status. Moreover, I see that Guo Anle seems to have quite a fondness for Yi Hui."

The fourth wife furrowed her brow, "Third sister, what do you mean by that?"

The third wife’s gaze was profound, "As parents, our biggest responsibility is to ensure the happiness of our children. We can put up with some grievances ourselves, but we can’t let our children suffer. Dong Xiang, what do you think?"

The fourth wife remained silent.

The third wife gave a smile then turned to leave.

"I should get back. I can’t leave everything to the first and second sisters. Mr. He is gone, and this family should be upheld with the joint efforts of everyone."