Chapter 80: Young Master Fu Catches Them Red-Handed
The gamblers all sensed that something was amiss, and their gazes shifted toward the table.
Fu Yunting’s expression remained neutral.
“Gambling relies on luck and skill; it’s meant to be relatively fair. But ‘card-sharping’ is just low-class, heartless, and shameless. Wouldn’t you two agree?”
He looked up and glanced at the two opposite him, his thin lips curling into a mocking smile.
The toy-boy got anxious. “Hey, who are you calling a card-sharp? Who are you calling shameless?”
As he spoke, he started shaking Sheng Sinian’s arm again.
“President Sheng, look at him! He’s insulting us! Hurry up and have someone kick him out! Come on, hurry!”
Fu Yunting had intended to keep up a refined, aloof act, but he couldn’t maintain it any longer.
His brows furrowed.
“Good god, what breed is that one across from me? That’s some high-level yapping! Luckily I didn’t eat much for dinner, or I’d be puking right here.”
“Looking at that tail-wagging energy, someone better hurry up and get a leash on it before it starts biting people!”
A wave of snickering broke out among the bystanders.
Standing behind Fu Yunting, Li Ye covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter.
He knew that those two had offended the poisonous-tongued Young Master Fu; they weren’t going to have a good night.
By now, Sheng Sinian’s face had turned ugly.
Having lost face in front of the little boyfriend he was keeping, he naturally couldn’t stay silent.
With a dark expression, he slammed his hand on the table. “Just what do you think you’re saying?”
Fu Yunting’s reaction was lightning-fast. Before the other man’s voice had even faded, he slammed his own hand down on the table.
BANG!
The sound was even louder and more resonant than Sheng Sinian’s.
At the same time, he shouted, “What the hell are you slamming the table for?”
That one slap caught Sheng Sinian completely off guard, making him jump. “You…”
At this moment, several casino security guards began walking toward the table.
Sheng Sinian looked left and right, knowing that he should try to de-escalate immediately.
Otherwise, if things got out of hand, it would definitely not end well for him.
He bit his lip, took a deep breath, and stopped arguing.
Fu Yunting gave him a cold snort and ignored him.
He held the cards, his fingertips flying across the deck.
It looked as if he was just shuffling, but in reality, he was using his fingernails to make nearly invisible nicks on the corners of every card.
He moved so fast that no one could see what was happening.
“There.” Fu Yunting pushed the shuffled deck forward. “You bet first this time.”
The toy-boy bit his lip and bet on the “Banker” again.
As if to spite him, the boy bet all of their chips.
Fu Yunting watched the dealer’s movements intently as the cards were dealt. When two cards landed in front of the man, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The toy-boy had a micro-camera hidden in his sleeve.
The camera could only capture the suit and value of the cards; it couldn’t pick up the subtle marks Fu Yunting had just made.
When the cards were about to be revealed, the toy-boy indeed tried to change his bet.
But his hand was pinned down from behind.
At Fu Yunting’s signal, Li Ye had quietly moved behind the boy and was now coordinating with him.
“Don’t be in such a hurry.” Fu Yunting revealed his own cards—a pair of Aces. “It seems your pair of Kings can’t win.”
The toy-boy’s face instantly turned the color of pig liver as he tried to pull his arm away.
But Li Ye yanked back his cuff.
The micro-camera hidden against his skin was immediately exposed.
The lens was pointed directly at the card table.
“Using a camera to relay the cards to an accomplice for a report,” Fu Yunting snorted. “Too bad for you, you didn’t notice that I changed the card order when I shuffled.”
The room erupted into a round of applause.
Li Ye waved over several security guards. “These two were card-sharping. How should they be handled?”
A security guard walked over, his expression stern, and spoke in somewhat accented Mandarin. “According to the regulations, anyone suspected of cheating will have all their chips confiscated and be permanently blacklisted!”
With that, they politely grabbed one man each and started dragging them toward the door.
The toy-boy started screaming at Fu Yunting, “You bastard! You fucking set us up!”
Sheng Sinian also struggled and shouted, “Can’t you all see? He set a trap for us…”
But no matter what they said now, they couldn’t overturn their defeat.
Fu Yunting’s peach-blossom eyes arched slightly as he leisurely swept the mountain of gold and red chips from Sheng Sinian’s side over to his own.
He gave Li Ye a “peace” sign.
“I’m giving all that grandson’s money to Qin Wan,” Fu Yunting said. “Consider it a bit of mental compensation for him being bullied.”
Having said that, he called over a waiter. He instructed them to exchange the chips for cash and deposit it into a new card.
This was Qin Wan’s first time in a place like this, playing games that burned through money.
But he was very smart; he learned everything after Gu Xinglan taught him once.
After a night of playing, he had both wins and losses. When he did the math, he had actually made several thousand yuan.
Qin Wan’s mouth wouldn’t stop grinning.
Looking at the stack of red bills in his hand, his eyes were full of joy.
Gu Xinglan said, “If baby likes it, I can bring you here to play often, okay?”
Qin Wan thought about it and shook his head.
“No thanks, Gege. One visit to see what it’s like is enough. Out of ten gamblers, nine lose. If someone gets addicted to this stuff, it can cost them their life.”
Gu Xinglan laughed and gently stroked the boy’s cheek with his thumb.
“My Wan-bao is a rare voice of reason.”
Qin Wan laughed too. He looked at the time; it was already past one in the morning.
He took Gu Xinglan’s hand. “Are you sleepy? Shall we go back?”
Gu Xinglan nodded. “Actually, I’m not sleepy.”
He leaned into his ear. “But… I want to sleep with baby…”
Qin Wan’s face turned red, and he went silent, pursing his lips.
Gu Xinglan sent a message to Li Ye, then took Qin Wan and Xiao Han back to the hotel.
Back in the room, Gu Xinglan led Qin Wan into the bathroom.
The water was already drawn.
“Baby, tonight, are you washing me, or am I washing you?”
Qin Wan: …
Can’t we just wash ourselves?
Apparently not.
Before he had a chance to choose, Gu Xinglan chose for him.
“How about we wash each other? Isn’t that fair?”
Qin Wan blinked.
Somehow, that didn’t sound like it had anything to do with being fair.
“Mn, okay,” he answered softly.
Gu Xinglan smiled, a warm, lustful glint blooming in his eyes.
He took off his black suit jacket and tossed it aside.
Then he reached for Qin Wan’s collar to undo the first button of his shirt.
“Baby, together,” he said.
So Qin Wan also reached out to help him undo his buttons.
Two pairs of long, beautiful hands performed nearly identical movements.
One black shirt and one white shirt were slowly pulled open at the same time.
Exposing collarbones, chests, and waists—one with firm muscles and sharp contours, the other lean and soft with gentle lines.
Everything fell into the eyes of the two people staring at each other.
Under the soft, warm light of the bathroom, the scene exuded an inexplicable ambiguity and intense sensuality.
The surroundings were silent.
The only sound was that of two increasingly rapid breaths, tightly intertwined.
The temperature in the air climbed higher and higher.
Qin Wan’s small face was flushed, and even his earlobes and neck were tinged with red.
Gu Xinglan leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
Qin Wan leaned in and kissed him back.
Gu Xinglan slowly tilted his head back, allowing Qin Wan’s kisses to naturally migrate downward.
Until he was kissing his Adam’s apple.
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