Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Chapter 415: Losing Everything Except Your Underwear

“Pfft.” Yan Qingsi really wanted to laugh. Mrs. Yue really did not turn her back on her own son.

Mrs. Yue was probably the only one in the whole world who could boast of Yue Tingfeng as an honest businessman.

Mrs. Zhou was already about to stand, but she sat back down immediately. Before she came to play mahjong, her husband had told her to get closer to Mrs. Yue, as his company had submitted their tender for one of the Yue clan’s big projects. He hoped to land that project through Mrs. Yue.

She had almost forgotten that particular point. She smiled immediately and said, “I had never said that I wanted to leave. When you called me, I had agreed to pull an all-nighter. Although our family is no match for the Yue, Helan, or Li families, this is just a small sum. It’s not like we don’t have it. Mahjong is for entertainment. It’s all just winning and losing. We don’t depend on this for our livelihood either. Playing a couple of rounds is just for us to have fun.”

Mrs. Li was persuaded as well since she knew Yue Tingfeng had tricks up his sleeve when doing business. It would spell trouble if the Yue clan did not spare her any of her blushes. There was no way she could drag her own family down, so she sat back down too.

Mrs. Helan was still prepared to leave, but Ji Mianmian stood up silently and held a vase in her hand.

Mrs. Helan then resumed her seat.

Yan Qingsi laughed. “Heh, since that’s the case, let’s continue. Shall we?”

Mrs. Li and Mrs. Zhou were reduced to players who merely kept Yan Qingsi company. Mrs. Helan was determined to make a comeback, but it was to no avail, as her skills were inferior and inadequate.

The entire room echoed with only Yan Qingsi’s voice.

“Self-draw…

“Flush…

“Thirteen Wonders…”

Mrs. Yue and Ji Mianmian were both starry-eyed. If Yan Qingsi was a man, they would probably have been eager to fall in love with him.

However, Ji Mianmian had practically turned into a lesbian already. ‘Who else is more dashing than my goddess?’

Ji Mianmian sneaked her phone out and posted a comment on Weibo using her alternate account:

[Today, my goddess has really turned me into a lesbian. My goddess is the only source of life for me! She is so beautiful, I’m crying my heart out to the moon.]

At five in the morning, Yan Qingsi finally managed to get Mrs. Helan to strip off her pantyhose.

Yan Qingsi rubbed her chin and said, “I never would’ve believed it! Mrs. Helan is such a respectable and aloof person, yet she is wearing such sexy underwear. Oh my! Black lace t-back? Tsk tsk… My oh my… You can’t judge a person by their looks.

Ji Mianmian and Mrs. Yue nodded simultaneously.

Ji Mianmian frowned, “Ugh, I never thought Mrs. Helan would have so much flab on her stomach. I thought she looked good underneath all her clothes. Such a disappointment.”

Mrs. Yue’s face was filled with disgust. “True that. Her tits are so saggy. Back then she even bragged about how her tits never sagged after all those years. Hah!”

She shivered, and her fair yet flabby skin jiggled as well.

There was nothing she could do about it though because all her secrets were exposed to the world. She was far too ashamed to face anyone in the future.

Mrs. Helan hugged herself, hoping that Yan Qingsi would leave soon. She was angry, resentful, and itching to rip off Yan Qingsi’s smug face.

Yan Qingsi did a come-hither movement toward Ji Mianmian. “Mianmian, is the sack big enough to fill everything?”

Ji Mianmian nodded. “Yes, I just need to push it in a bit harder.”

After standing up, Yan Qingsi said, “That’s done then. We’ll go home.”

Yan Qingsi then continued, while still standing, “Many thanks to all three of you for your generosity. If there are any gatherings like this in the future, please remember to call me.”