Volume One, Chapter 11: The Madman Takes the Little Treasure to Gamble

Returning to the private room, the young masters were already gambling, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Si Yan held Su Yu in his arms, sitting in the main seat. He actually wanted to leave, but the little treasure in his arms clung to the fruit platter on the table, refusing to let go. The girl resting on him felt uncomfortable everywhere, itching badly.

“If you move again, you won’t eat anymore. Eat when we get back!” Si Yan’s voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but everyone present heard him clearly.

Su Yu’s face flushed red; she wished she could lower her head beneath the table. She looked up at Si Yan. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“They’re all playing. Aren’t you going to join?”

Betting seemed to be a pastime common among the wealthy like them, where losing billions was possible—even the land beneath could be wagered.

“Little treasure want to play? If you win, it’s yours; if you lose, it’s on me!” Si Yan said as he watched her shove a pineapple chunk into her mouth. The next moment, the person in his arms was choked by water.

Su Yu shook her head, before she could speak, the perverted man had already dragged both her and the fruit platter into the game.

Seeing Si Yan gamble with someone in his arms, everyone called over the women or men they had met here. Left and right, they surrounded him. Unlike Si Yan, these men had no affection for the ones they held; their partners sought money, fame, or harbored grander ambitions—to become mistresses or concubines.

Here, one could have multiple wives, even multiple husbands. There was no law protecting marriage.

But Si Yan cherished the little treasure in his arms deeply, even though she didn’t care for his money or the status he offered, nor did she want his person. This fact displeased him greatly.

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Su Yu couldn’t understand what game they were playing; she only heard people nearby say one moment someone won tens of millions, the next someone lost billions.

For people like them, billions were just like water. Su Yu was sure they lived in completely different worlds. She had seen millions before, but billions tossed into the betting pot and lost in a single round? She never had.

Before long, the chips in front of Si Yan piled higher and higher. Su Yu didn’t know how much he had won, but it was a vast amount.

“Gambling is boring. Let’s spice things up: the loser has to give their woman to others to play with...”

As the words fell, Fei Si Luote inwardly knew he was doomed.

The one speaking nonsense was a notorious playboy from Wang City, known for his wild lifestyle. Si Yan rarely took part in these events and was unaware of Si Yan’s temperament.

Si Yan’s face hardened instantly; his cold, dark gaze fixed on the man. One hand covered Su Yu’s eyes, the other pulled out a gun.

With a “bang,” the man who spoke was shot dead.

The gunshot made Su Yu shudder; the fruit platter in her arms fell to the ground. She sought refuge in Si Yan’s embrace, unaware that the danger stemmed from the very man she now depended on.

Before she could understand what was happening, Si Yan had already lifted her and left.

After the man left, the room full of people stared at the corpse on the floor. They felt no regret—only that the man had it coming.

Usually, he had no filter in his words. Now that Si Yan was here and also speaking nonsense, holding a person in his arms like a treasure, it was outrageous.

“Si Lord always calls the little treasure ‘treasure,’ and now he’s poking the tiger’s head. Does he think this is just a game?”

Fei Si Luote, however, grew somewhat curious about Su Yu. Si Yan’s treatment of her seemed unusual.

He hurried after them just as the elevator doors were about to close.

“Wait.”

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He stopped the door and looked at Su Yu. “Si Lord, this is what you earned.”

Si Yan, still slightly angry, ignored the card Fei Si Luote handed over.

Their gazes both fixed on Su Yu, who was still shaken and hadn’t recovered.

She reached out and took the card from Fei Si Luote.

The man opposite smiled faintly.

“Sister-in-law, come play often!”

“I’ll arrange the best private room for you, guaranteed no riffraff.”

Though Fei Si Luote spoke to Su Yu, his eyes remained on Si Yan.

For some reason, perhaps pleased by a certain remark, Si Yan’s expression brightened a little.

The elevator doors closed, and Si Yan pressed Su Yu against the wall.

His powerful presence pressed down on her.

“Baby, why won’t you accept the money I gave you?”

He bit her earlobe with a hint of jealousy.

Su Yu trembled at the bite, her legs growing weak.

She didn’t understand why this madman loved biting her ears so much; every time he touched her, her body weakened, barely able to stand.

“But isn’t this your winning money? Didn’t you say if you win, it’s mine; if you lose, it’s yours?”

Su Yu clenched the card in her hand and spoke boldly.

“Fine, cheating a few billion to please my baby is worth it.”

How much?

A few billion!

Su Yu wanted to refuse, not wanting to be implicated.

The elevator doors opened, and Si Yan carried Su Yu into the car.