Gender-swapped Beautiful Girl, the Godly Rich System Takes Me to New Heights!

269: He even held his children back at crucial moments.This was exactly the effect he wanted!

He wanted everyone, especially that silver-haired beauty Lei Jun who had been looking at him with icy eyes, to see Atapong’s strength and methods!

Atapong glanced sideways at Su Cha across from him, whose face had already turned pale and fists were clenched tightly, feeling overjoyed inside.

This fool, scared out of his wits now, aren’t you?

How dare someone like you challenge me?

Come up with five hundred thousand?

Even if you sold your whole family, I doubt you could scrape together that much!

He deliberately did this because he was certain Su Cha couldn’t produce that much money.

Ever since Su Cha humiliated him publicly over those three thousand yuan, he had been holding a grudge.

Later, Su Cha even dared to challenge him at the card table and even brought out the three golds?

He simply didn’t know when to quit!

Today, he was determined to make Su Cha utterly lose face, to humiliate him beyond repair!

He maliciously imagined... once Su Cha lost the three golds, would his newlywed wife tear into him right then and there?

Would she cry and scream, demanding to return to her parents’ home?

Who knows, the wedding banquet might even turn into a divorce scene!

Haha, that would be an absolutely spectacular sight!

Then, let’s see how you pathetic family members can hold your heads up in front of the relatives!

Especially that spineless old uncle of yours, Wenchalong—he’d probably pass out from anger, right?

Thinking of this, a cruel and gleeful smile curled at the corner of Atapong’s lips, as if he had already witnessed the miserable and humiliating end of Su Cha’s family.

In stark contrast to the triumphant Atapong was Su Qing’s father, Wenchalong.

Seeing the five hundred thousand in cash and his son’s deathly pale face, he felt his head buzz, and his vision darkened in waves.

”This... this... oh no! What a calamity! What do we do now!”

His first instinct was to rush forward and beg, clutching his nephew’s leg.

”Atapong! Good nephew! I’m begging you as your uncle! Don’t do this! We’re family! Su Cha is young and foolish. Please be magnanimous and spare him this once! Those three golds... they’re his wife’s lifeline! They can’t be lost!”

However, as soon as he took a step, Atapong seemed to sense it, turning his head abruptly and glaring at him viciously.

The ferocity and undisguised disgust in that gaze instantly pierced through Wenchalong’s already fragile courage, freezing him in place, unable to utter a single word.

With no help in sight, he turned his pleading gaze toward his own younger brother, Atapong’s father, Songphong.

He hoped his brother would speak up for the sake of their fraternal bond and persuade his son, who was already consumed by the gambling fever.

However, Songphong merely sat by the mahjong table, coldly receiving his older brother’s pleading look.

Not only did he not stand up, but he also snorted audibly through his nose before turning his head away, showing a heartless attitude of ”you and your son brought this upon yourselves, it’s none of my business.”

Seeing his brother’s attitude, the last shred of hope in Wenchalong’s heart shattered.

A wave of immense despair and dizziness washed over him. The world seemed to spin, a sharp pain tightened in his chest, his legs weakened, and he nearly collapsed on the spot.

Fortunately, Su Qing, standing beside him, reacted swiftly and caught him, preventing him from falling.

”Dad! Dad, are you okay?” Su Qing asked, her voice choked with tears.

Leaning on his daughter, Wenchalong gasped for breath, his face ashen, muttering, ”It’s over... it’s all over... how are we supposed to live...”

The surrounding murmurs continued, buzzing irritatingly in his ears.

”Hey, if Atapong is this ruthless to his own Younger Cousin Brother, what must he be like with outsiders?”

”How else do you think he got rich? By being merciless and ruthless!”

”Su Cha is to blame too. If you don’t have the skills, why take on such a challenge? He walked right into their trap, didn’t he?”

”If you ask me, the root of the problem lies with his father. If his father hadn’t forced Su Cha to play cards with Atapong, would this have happened?”

”Exactly! He can’t stand up for himself but always wants to cozy up to rich relatives. Now he’s dragged his son into this mess!”

”Spineless his whole life, and now he’s holding his own children back at the critical moment. It’s really...”

”Atapong is so arrogant; sooner or later, he’ll get what’s coming to him!”

”This isn’t family; it’s worse than enemies!”

These comments were partly directed at Atapong, partly at Su Cha’s impulsiveness, but most of all, they pointed to Wenchalong’s cowardice and foolishness.

Every word felt like a needle piercing his heart, filling him with shame, regret, anxiety, and fear. He wished he could vanish into thin air or simply faint on the spot.

Atapong thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of controlling the situation, especially of crushing his opponent.

He laughed arrogantly a few times before tapping the table with his fingers and deliberately drawing out his words as he shouted, ”Su Cha—little—brother!”

He paused intentionally, savoring Su Cha’s increasingly grim expression before leisurely continuing.

”What? Cat got your tongue? Weren’t you pretty tough just now? Weren’t you going to play this through to the end?”

”Don’t tell me you can’t even come up with such a small amount? Oh, I forgot—for you, five hundred thousand might as well be an astronomical sum.”

He leaned forward, closer to Su Cha, lowering his voice.

”But don’t forget the rules of the gambling table! If you back out midway or can’t match the bet, all the stakes you’ve already put down... that junk car of yours and this box of three golds... they all belong to me! Got it? Hahahaha!”

He threw his head back and laughed triumphantly, the sound grating and unpleasant.

Lei Jun frowned. This Atapong was not only shameless and mean-spirited but also had an extremely malicious heart.

He was clearly setting an unsolvable trap for Su Cha.

He was exploiting Su Cha’s anger and impulsiveness, luring him into betting, and then using his overwhelming financial advantage to crush him.

What disgusted Lei Jun the most was that Atapong was targeting his own Younger Cousin Brother—on his wedding day, no less.

How deep must his malice be to do something like this?

She glanced at Su Cha’s deathly pale face, then at Wenchalong, leaning on his eldest daughter as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and at Su Ya, whose eyes were brimming with anxious tears.

This family, though the father was cowardly and foolish and the son impulsive and reckless, were not inherently bad people.

But Atapong was pure evil.

Atapong’s arrogant laughter and grating words made Su Cha extremely uncomfortable.

He clenched his fists tightly, nails digging deep into his palms, sending waves of pain that were nothing compared to the regret and anger raging in his heart.

He panicked, completely panicked.

The bloodlust and desire for revenge brought on by the straight flush earlier had now been thoroughly doused by the pile of red banknotes and the harsh reality.

Five hundred thousand!

Where was he supposed to get five hundred thousand?

Sell the family house?

Bet his newlywed wife’s dowry as well?

He couldn’t bring himself to ask!

He’d been tricked!

He had completely fallen into the trap Atapong had carefully laid out! That bastard had been scheming against him from the very beginning!

All that talk about ”just for fun” and ”entertainment” was pure bullshit! He just wanted to ruin him completely and make a public spectacle of him!

What should he do?

What should he do now?

If he didn’t match the bet, he’d lose the car and the three golds instantly.

If he matched it, he’d lose even more miserably and might end up saddled with a massive debt.