The Favored Heiress
Chapter 395: Women Have Possessive Desires Too

Chapter 395: Chapter 395: Women Have Possessive Desires Too

This subordinate wasn’t the previous Ah Yong, and he had no idea what had happened.

He scratched his head in confusion, "Brother Chen, there was only her gambling table empty downstairs, so I called her up."

A faint smile hung on the edge of He Chen’s thin lips, his eyes darting between Li Qiao and Shang Yu, then he waved to the dealer, "Come in and deal the cards, and remember to keep your eyes in check."

The innocent-looking dealer’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, but she was also afraid of He Chen’s means and power, carefully squeezing into the gambling table, yet her gaze still uncontrollably glanced at Shang Yu.

Li Qiao sharply sensed some unusual information and, when she looked at the dealer, she happened to catch her stealing glances at Shang Yu.

Admiration, reverence, shy and timid.

Well, that looked rather irritating.

Li Qiao’s expression remained indifferent as she curved her lips slightly, and spoke in a lukewarm tone, "Mr. He’s subordinates seem to be somewhat disobedient."

Women also possess jealousy.

It has nothing to do with magnanimity, just an aversion to others looking at their man with that kind of gaze.

He Chen picked up a card from the table, and spoke vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "Did you hear that? That’s someone’s man, put away those filthy thoughts of yours."

The words were clearly a warning to the dealer, and sounded much more pleasant to the ear.

Li Qiao cast a glance at He Chen, picked up the playing cards that the innocent dealer had dealt with a lazy air, and then his irritating words reached her ear, "However, if you think your bland face could catch that master’s eye, then go ahead and keep looking."

The dealer instantly lowered her head, biting her lip, too angry to speak.

So the woman who had broken the rules downstairs and the distinguished man in the black shirt were a couple?

She didn’t believe it, maybe it was just a female companion...

After a brief disturbance, the gambling game on the table also began.

The game was Texas Hold’em.

Luoyu and Wang Yue had already brought the chips to Li Qiao’s front, Shang Yu wasn’t participating; it was Li Qiao against He Chen.

Both had two hole cards in front of them, with five community cards on the table.

He Chen called the big blind first, and Li Qiao immediately matched the bet.

The dealer continued to deal three more cards, and both parties kept matching and raising bets, never folding.

When the fifth card was dealt, Li Qiao chose to raise the bet.

At the final two cards stage, He Chen glanced at the pot, thirty million already, just on the first round.

He tugged his sleeve up his arm, clicking his tongue lightly, "Playing this big?"

After saying that, he looked towards Shang Yu, "Are you providing the money?"

He didn’t know whether Li Qiao had money, but if Shaoyan was funding her, he would go for ten billion tonight.

He had to make him bleed a bit.

Shang Yu pressed down the corner of his lips, his arm resting on the back of the chair behind Li Qiao. Before he could speak, the girl retorted with unruffled composure, "Is thirty million considered big?"

He Chen touched his nose, feeling a sense of being looked down upon.

He laughed with a heh, didn’t say anything, and directly showed his cards.

Seeing the hand, He Chen’s handsome face hidden behind the smoke smiled wildly, "Sorry, sis, a royal flush."

The highest hand.

Li Qiao showed no expression as she revealed her own cards, a straight flush but lower than He Chen’s hand.

Her slender fingertips caressed the velvet cloth of the gambling table twice, raising her eyebrows as she glanced at the head-bowed innocent dealer, but said nothing, tossed in her cards, and gestured to start the second round.

Although there were only three people at the private gambling table, the atmosphere was particularly tense, especially with bodyguards standing all around.

Shang Yu still didn’t join in the deal, his eyes, blending with the color of the lights, continuously fixated on Li Qiao, the distinguished and handsome man, who gave all his attention to Li Qiao.

Soon, the second round began, and Li Qiao called the big blind.

He Chen called.

Both still persisted to the last round, the prize pool had already reached seventy million.

Li Qiao’s bet was getting higher and higher, and He Chen’s devilish smile grew thicker.

Perhaps it really was bad luck, but Li Qiao still lost the second round.

He Chen, looking at the mountain of chips in front of him, felt incomparably delighted.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to gloat over Li Qiao’s misfortune with teasing, "Sister-in-law, your luck... stinks."

"Is that so?" Li Qiao looked at her palm as if troubled, then made a loose fist and brought it right to Shang Yu’s lips, "Blow on it for me, maybe my luck will turn around next round."

He Chen, dealer: "..."

The man’s thin lips carried a smile as he looked at Li Qiao’s little fist coming his way; his well-proportioned fingers wrapped around her wrist, and he lowered his head to kiss the base of her thumb.

He Chen couldn’t stand it and frowned in disgust, "Cut it out, you’re too much."

The third round began, Li Qiao still appeared nonchalant, her eyes faintly fixed on the dealer’s hand dealing the cards, the corners of her mouth holding a smile that was not quite a smile.

On the last call for cards, Li Qiao pushed all her chips onto the table, "All in."

He Chen glanced at it, mouth askew as he pushed his chips out too, "I’ll match."

By now, the prize pool had reached four billion.

That meant, the winner of this round would take all the chips.

In a blink, it was time to show cards.

He Chen casually revealed his hand, his smile becoming more brilliant, "Tsk, won again, a straight flush."

Four billion in hand.

Li Qiao calmly flipped her cards one by one. In a calm voice, she said, "Is that so? How about a royal flush?"

He Chen: "!!!"

The odds of a royal flush appearing twice in a game of poker are too low.

He Chen stared at the cards in Li Qiao’s hand until she turned over the last one before his mouth twitched stiffly twice.

It was indeed a royal flush.

Compared to Li Qiao’s indifference, the dealer’s face had gone white.

How could it be? She clearly...

Li Qiao crossed her legs, one hand resting on the edge of the table, and lifted her chin, "If this lady dealer hadn’t switched the bottom card to the top just now, I really couldn’t have won. Thanks."

Throughout the three rounds of gambling, the dealer had been secretly switching cards, thinking her actions were swift enough. Yet, she couldn’t escape Li Qiao’s eyes.

Hearing this, He Chen burst out laughing. He leaned against the edge of the gambling table, the lines of his jaw tensed slightly as he grabbed a deck of cards off the table and threw them at the dealer’s face, "Did I tell you to cheat?"

The dealer kept her eyes closed, enduring the sting of the cards hitting her face without daring to dodge.

Shocked and frightened, she opened her eyes and glared at Li Qiao with anger and hatred, then immediately begged Brother Chen for mercy, "Brother Chen, I didn’t, she is slandering me. She slandered me downstairs too."

"Slandered you?" Brother Chen glanced at Li Qiao and said something shocking, "What about slandering you? Even if my little sister-in-law kills you, you’d deserve it. Cheating at my poker table, who are you trying to disgrace?"

Li Qiao hadn’t expected He Chen to say such a thing and gave him a rather astonished look, thinking he seemed like a schizophrenic.

At this moment, the familiar scent of ebony wafted over, and Shang Yu, who was already circling his arm around her shoulder and guarding her by his side, looked at He Chen with indifferent and profound eyes, "Time to discipline your subordinate."

He Chen took a breath, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, waved over the bodyguards, and ordered as he pointed at the dealer, "Drag her out and cripple her for me."

The dealer began to plead in terror and even tried to kneel, but the three people present were all deaf to her pleas.

Cold and heartless.

She had thought the girl was merely the companion of a distinguished guest, until she realized at that moment, what kind of lofty man would look at his female companion with such doting tenderness?

Even the boss of Gambling City, Brother Chen, openly teased and covertly indulged her, allowing the girl who had broken the rules downstairs to become a VIP guest. Who, in the end, was she?