The Big Shot in the Wheelchair 10

As soon as Qin Yezhou finished speaking, Yun Feifei's face instantly turned pale. Even the faint blush applied to her cheeks couldn't conceal her currently bloodless complexion.

During this time, Qin Yezhou had already led Su Jinzhi to sit down.

The opening rule in mahjong is that the dealer rolls the dice and draws tiles first, followed by the next player, then the opposite player, and finally the previous player. The order of playing tiles is the same. If Yun Feifei became Qin Yezhou's next player, then no matter what tile Qin Yezhou discarded, she could take the opportunity to claim the man was intentionally letting her win.

However, Qin Yezhou had already rejected her without hesitation. He picked up the two dice on the table and tossed them casually. When they stopped, the sum of the points was 9, meaning the drawing of tiles would start from his position. After taking a stack for himself, he didn't wait for Su Jinzhi to act; he placed the young man's stack of tiles right in front of him.

But after he finished these actions, the young man furrowed his brows slightly and mumbled softly, "Ah, Mr. Qin... Yezhou, don't help me take the tiles, I want to take them myself—"

Perhaps because he was happy to be able to play mahjong, the young man's cheeks were pink, and the corners of his eyes rippled with a rich, faint redness. The skin from his neck down, however, remained fair. His fine, soft hair swayed gently with his movements as he arranged the tiles. His clear, clean light-brown pupils reflected the square tiles, but held not a trace of his own reflection. This made Qin Yezhou unable to resist the urge to pinch and knead the heartless little thing's jade-like skin, forcing him to cry out in pain and beg for mercy with tears in his eyes, so that he could only stare tightly at him with those seductive eyes.

Hearing his complaint, Qin Yezhou recovered his senses slightly. He let out a scoff, shook his head gently, and smiled. "Alright, alright, you take them yourself. I won't help you anymore."

Yun Feifei, who was sitting opposite Su Jinzhi, pursed her lips. She looked up and glanced at him before quickly lowering her head, quietly waiting for Qin Yezhou to play his tile first.

Qin Yezhou said indifferently, "East Wind."

Su Jinzhi glanced at the small square block he threw into the pool, drew a tile, and discarded the Green Dragon from his hand.

He Ziyue raised his hand to draw a tile, only to hear Yun Feifei say coldly, "Kong." (After a Kong, He Ziyue cannot draw or play a tile, and if Yun Feifei's opposite player, Su Jinzhi, loses, he will have to pay her more money.)

He raised an eyebrow, retracted his hand with a smile, and watched as Yun Feifei looked provocatively at Su Jinzhi. She drew a tile and discarded: "Eight of Dots."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Yezhou spoke unhurriedly: "Kong."

Yun Feifei had called a Kong on Su Jinzhi, and Qin Yezhou followed by calling a Kong on her tile.

Although He Ziyue's true intention wasn't to play mahjong, seeing this scene still made him want to laugh. He pressed his fist against his lips to suppress his amusement and nudged the stunned Su Jinzhi with his elbow. "It's your turn to draw, Jinzhi."

After Qin Yezhou's Kong, he discarded a Nine of Characters. Su Jinzhi scanned the tiles in his hand, then picked up Qin Yezhou's Nine of Characters and said, "Pong."

After Su Jinzhi Ponged Qin Yezhou's Nine of Characters, he saw that everyone at the table was looking at him again. He glanced at Qin Yezhou and asked cautiously and pitifully, "Can't I... touch (Pong) you?"

Qin Yezhou smiled, his words full of profound meaning, "You can. Not only can you touch, you can also eat it."

He Ziyue watched the two show off their affection, shrugged with a smile, and played his tile after Su Jinzhi. When it was Yun Feifei's turn, she had just discarded a Three of Dots when Qin Yezhou immediately followed up with: "Three of Dots."

Yun Feifei looked up at Qin Yezhou. Seeing that he wasn't looking at her, she lowered her head again.

In the next round, Yun Feifei discarded a Seven of Bamboo: "Seven of Bamboo."

Qin Yezhou let out a scoff, then said slowly, "Following with a Seven of Bamboo."

In the following round, Yun Feifei switched to discarding a Character tile: "Two of Characters."

Qin Yezhou also followed her, discarding a white block from his hand, and said unhurriedly: "I'll follow with a Two of Characters."

At this point, even Su Jinzhi, who was solely focused on building his hand, realized that these two were going tit for tat. After all, if someone wanted to build a hand of Character tiles, they would have to discard their Dots and Bamboos. Yet, Qin Yezhou and Yun Feifei were now discarding all the Dots, Characters, and Bamboos in their hands. Were they still even playing the game?

Yun Feifei, sitting opposite him, had a snow-white face earlier, but now—whether from shame or anger—it had become completely flushed red.

Su Jinzhi pursed his lips, tugged at Qin Yezhou's sleeve, and whispered, "Play properly. What if you lose later?"

Qin Yezhou smiled and pinched the tip of his nose. "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid I'll lose you in a bet, hmm?"

Su Jinzhi glanced at him. Seeing that the man was in a good mood, he swatted his hand away and continued playing his own tiles.

However, after hearing Su Jinzhi's words, not only did Qin Yezhou not restrain himself, he became even more brazen. Because He Ziyue had just discarded a "Three of Characters", Qin Yezhou immediately said: "Pong."

——This time, he directly deprived Yun Feifei of the chance to even draw a tile.

Seeing Qin Yezhou's action, Su Jinzhi immediately widened his eyes, seemingly accusing him of Ponging away his Character tile.

Qin Yezhou immediately raised his hand to rub Su Jinzhi's fair wrist resting on his right side and said, "Don't be angry, Jinzhi. I was wrong."

"Cough, cough..." He Ziyue held back his laughter and feigned anger, "Hey, you two, play the game properly. No playing favor tiles." After saying this, he discarded a Four of Dots.

But Qin Yezhou didn't call Pong early or late; he waited precisely until Yun Feifei's hand touched a new tile before slowly saying "Pong", once again preventing her from drawing.

Hearing this, Yun Feifei could only take a deep breath and withdraw her hand resting on the mahjong tile.

He Ziyue glanced at her: "Six of Bamboo."

Qin Yezhou followed again: "Pong."

And after calling Pong this time, he discarded a Character tile for Su Jinzhi to Chow.

He Ziyue shifted his gaze to Qin Yezhou. He picked out the One of Bamboo from his hand: "Little Chicken."

Qin Yezhou continued to follow: "Pong."

After three rounds like this, Yun Feifei surprisingly hadn't drawn a single new tile, while Qin Yezhou only had one tile left in his hand. If he drew a tile identical to that one, he would win.

It wasn't until the fourth round that He Ziyue finally discarded a Character tile: "Eight of Characters."

"Pong..." Yun Feifei immediately clenched her fist and was about to take that tile, but then she heard Su Jinzhi chuckle and reveal the tiles in front of him. They were all Character tiles: "I've won, a full flush."

Qin Yezhou immediately pushed the chips on his desk over to Su Jinzhi, clapping and laughing, "Jinzhi played brilliantly."

Yun Feifei: "..."

He Ziyue shook his head as he dug out his chips for Su Jinzhi. Qin Yezhou also revealed his remaining hand. Su Jinzhi leaned over to take a look, only to see that his remaining tile was also an Eight of Characters. As the player preceding Su Jinzhi, he could have clearly won, yet he didn't declare his win, just to let Su Jinzhi win.

Yun Feifei was not blind and naturally saw the tile in front of Qin Yezhou. She took several deep breaths in a row just to keep her expression from becoming fiercely twisted.

Over two hours later, the four of them had played ten hands, and Su Jinzhi alone had won nine of them. Except for the first game, where He Ziyue discarded the winning tile to him, the other eight games were won because Qin Yezhou deliberately discarded the winning tiles to lose to him.

Yun Feifei had also won one hand—but that was because He Ziyue deliberately discarded the winning tile to let her win.

Towards the end, Su Jinzhi felt like he didn't want to play anymore, even inexplicably giving rise to a lonely feeling of 'it's lonely at the top'—after all, it was always him winning, which was truly too boring.

After completing ten victorious games, Su Jinzhi wanted to go to the restroom.

He smiled at Qin Yezhou and said, "Yezhou, I'm going to use the restroom..."

Hearing Su Jinzhi's plain and even somewhat bashful words, Qin Yezhou paused his movement of stacking the tiles. He raised his head, cast a deep glance at Su Jinzhi, and suddenly asked him an inexplicable question: "Jinzhi, are you happy today?"

Su Jinzhi was taken aback for a moment, then he began to laugh, his beautiful eyes curving like peach petals. "I'm happy. Is something wrong?"

Qin Yezhou also smiled and said, "As long as you're happy."

Su Jinzhi didn't take his words to heart. After leaving the hall, he went to the restroom, but ran into Kong Shifei when he came out.

Kong Shifei called out to stop him: "Su Jinzhi."

Su Jinzhi halted his steps and looked at Kong Shifei with some confusion: "What's wrong, Shifei?"

Kong Shifei smiled at him, her voice as sweet as ever: "I heard you're going to marry Mr. Qin, is that true?"

"Where did you hear that from..." Su Jinzhi lowered his head somewhat bashfully, staring at the tops of his feet. "Maybe Mr. Qin was just saying it casually. After all, someone like me... how could I be worthy of him?"

The young man's voice grew quieter towards the end, and eventually became almost inaudible, carrying a heavy sense of disappointment and melancholy.

But Kong Shifei had no reaction upon hearing these words.

Su Jinzhi thought his acting wasn't good enough; otherwise, why would Kong Shifei pass up this opportunity to humiliate him? However, just as he lifted his head to meet Kong Shifei's eyes, he saw her suddenly let out a gloomy, cold sneer and say disdainfully, "Perhaps... you're right."

As soon as her words fell, Su Jinzhi's vision abruptly went black.

Qin Yezhou was still sitting at the mahjong table waiting for Su Jinzhi, pinching and repeatedly toying with the last tile the young man had touched.

He Ziyue had been observing his movements all along. Seeing his tile-twirling become increasingly irritable, he suddenly let out a laugh, leaned back against the plush chair behind him, and beckoned a waiter to light a cigarette for him.

"Yezhou, we've known each other for three or four years now, haven't we?" He Ziyue exhaled a puff of white smoke, his voice traveling through the hazy smoke to reach Qin Yezhou's ears.

Qin Yezhou's expression was indifferent, his tone flat: "Yes, it's been a while."

He Ziyue continued: "Since it's been so many years, hasn't our cooperation always been quite good? I've never begged you for anything, so why this time, are you unwilling to help me?"

Qin Yezhou lifted his head, hooked the corners of his lips, and glanced disdainfully at Yun Feifei: "Bringing a worn-out shoe that you've gotten tired of playing with onto my ship to disgust me—is this your attitude when asking someone for a favor?"

Upon hearing these words, Yun Feifei finally couldn't hold it back anymore. Clutching her handbag, she stood up abruptly and glared at him angrily: "Qin Yezhou! Don't be so insulting!"

"I'll stick to my old saying: I don't touch drugs." Qin Yezhou couldn't even be bothered to waste breath on the two of them. He tossed the tile forward and turned his wheelchair to head out. "He Ziyue, you say we're old friends, so I'll also give you a reminder: there's some money you shouldn't touch, so just don't touch it."

However, he had only moved a short distance away when some of the waiters in the hall pulled out machine guns from under the tables and inside their clothes, directly shooting dead the other waiters who hadn't yet reacted. They then aimed their guns at Qin Yezhou. Even Qin Luo, who always followed closely beside him, pressed a gun muzzle against his head.

Qin Yezhou's expression did not change in the slightest. He simply blinked, then turned his wheelchair around to look coldly at He Ziyue. In the next second, numerous fully armed bodyguards flooded in from outside the hall, all carrying heavy machine guns aimed at He Ziyue.

Seeing this, Yun Feifei resentfully sat back down on her chair.

He Ziyue didn't care much; being able to bribe Qin Luo was already far beyond his expectations, let alone the fact that he held another bargaining chip in his hands. He Ziyue clapped his hands, signaling his subordinates to bring over Su Jinzhi, whose hands were bound.

When the black cloth blindfolding him was removed, Su Jinzhi still hadn't completely grasped just what kind of situation he had fallen into.

He looked at Qin Yezhou in front of him, who had a gun pressed to his head, and then at Yun Feifei, who was sitting to the side with her arms crossed, watching him coldly. He asked No. 1 in his mind, "No. 1... have I been taken as a hostage?"

No. 1's cold, mechanical voice lacked any trace of emotion: "What else did you think, Host?"

Su Jinzhi looked in disbelief at his former mahjong buddy He Ziyue: "He just discarded a winning tile for me a moment ago. How can he be such a sore loser?"

No. 1: "..."

Su Jinzhi was still indignant: "I'm not letting him play next time!"