From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Tsk… No matter the size or the suit, Master Xie has won. Get ready to kowtow and beg for mercy, kid.”

Unfazed, the young man continued to draw cards.

He revealed a Spade K and a Heart A.

It was a tie.

Everyone watched anxiously, witnessing a formidable opponent.

The third and fourth cards were drawn in succession.

“Master Xie is going to create a miracle again; this kid can only turn the tables with a J as his last card, but it’s impossible since Master Xie has a straight flush.’

Ran Tengxiao looked at the young man across from him: “By the way, I haven’t asked for your name yet.”

The young man sneered: “You’ll have the privilege to know when you win against me.”

The underlings were infuriated: “This kid is too arrogant to speak to Master

Xiao like that.”

Ran Tengxiao raised an eyebrow, “Remember our bet, and don’t renege when the time comes.”

The young man scoffed.

The final decisive moment had come.

Both players revealed their cards simultaneously. Ran Tengxiao was a bit stunned to see the Heart J on the table.

The young man seemed a bit surprised as well.

They both looked up at each other, and everyone could feel the tension in the air as it became stifling.

The young man picked up the card, his eyebrows sharp as a freshly unsheathed sword, menacingly sharp.

“Master Xie, you’re quite skilled, to cheat under my watch, heh…”

Ran Tengxiao raised an eyebrow: “Takes one to know one.”

He picked up the card: “Those who always linger by the river are bound to get their shoes wet; your skills are extraordinary, I admit my inferiority.” “Enough, don’t give me that talk, a bet is a bet.”

The young man pushed the cards forward like a stubborn child.

Ran Tengxiao laughed: “Neither of us won this round, so let’s call it a tie.” The young man held his head high, proudly saying, “Not winning is losing.”

He stood up, looking down at Ran Tengxiao, “I lost. In two years, I’ll take Lu

Chang’s head.”

With that said, he left without looking back.

Zhao Qin caught up to him: “Hey, are you just leaving like that?” The young man snapped irritably: “Don’t follow me!”

Zhao Qin was startled, and in the blink of an eye, the young man had disappeared from sight.

Xie Zi walked up to Ran Tengxiao and bowed respectfully: “Master Xie, it was a draw.”

Ran Tengxiao fiddled with the cards and chuckled, “For a gambler, not winning is losing.”

“How could he win against a master like you, Master Xie?”

The man’s pitch-black eyes were deep and mysterious, subtly alluring humor swirling within, profound and incalculable. “Do you know what the cleverest way to cheat is?”

Xie Zi listened attentively.

“Losing without giving oneself away.”

Zhu Shaodan watched with confusion: “Who won and who lost in the end?”

“It’s a tie; no one won, no one lost.”

Zhu Shaodan smacked his lips: “How can it be like this?”

“Wasn’t that young man supposed to work for Master Xie if he lost? Master Xiao seemed to like him; why did he leave?”

He couldn’t understand the actions of these powerful people.

Everyone looked at him as if he were an idiot: “You’re new, right? It’s okay to not understand; just learn it slowly.”

Zhu Shaodan pouted, he had gained new insight today. The mysterious young man didn’t look much older than him but was so formidable, daring to challenge Master Xie.

He felt like more of a waste than ever.

He secretly vowed to learn as much as he could, striving to get closer to Master Xie as soon as possible.

Zhao Qin chased after him, but he’d already vanished.

She stared blankly into the empty underground parking lot.

“What are you staring at? I’ll take you home, don’t worry your aunt.” Ran Tengxiao leisurely walked out.

“Cousin, he almost killed me just now, you have to take revenge for me.” Zhao Qin pointed to her neck.

There were a few bruised spots on her snow-white neck, made even more clear by her delicate skin.

Ran Tengxiao glanced at it, the corner of his mouth curling in amusement;

“Are you really willing to do that?”

Zhao Qin stomped her foot: “Cousin, what do you mean?”

Ran Tengxiao coughed: “I mean nothing; it’s late, I’ll take you home.”

At the same time, a white BMW merged into traffic and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

Ming Jing changed her clothes, wiped off the foundation on her face, revealing a fair, delicate complexion.

No one could have imagined that the arrogant, domineering young man at the gambling table was such a calm and beautiful girl.

Zheng Qing sighed in admiration: “It’s a pity you’re not in the entertainment industry; with your acting skills, even an Oscar-winning actress would be overshadowed..”