Lan Xinru kept these words to herself, because if she dared to say them, she’d definitely get blasted by everyone. Her salary is low, yet she truly dared to say it. Who was it the last ti that took ten million from soone for just one surgery and still said, "This ti it’s just a friendship price."
A friendship price and she still charged ten million. If it wasn’t a friendship price, would she charge a hundred million?
But you really shouldn’t be surprised; this woman is capable of doing such things.
The extra inco from surgeries, plus the hospital salary, lab shares...
Each year it really adds up to quite a considerable sum.
So it’s fair to say Lan Xinru is a hidden tycoon.
But no one ever finds themselves with too much money, so she didn’t mind the chance of making a huge profit tonight.
However, she quickly realized her thought was wrong, entirely a case of forgetting past pain after the wound heals, completely forgetting how badly she lost the last ti.
Perhaps deep down, she was still hoping against hope, thinking that the past was just good luck.
But soon, she realized that this idea was completely wrong.
It wasn’t luck; people were showing their true capabilities.
Losing and losing again, until finally An Nan was winning against three by herself.
Though knowing these people don’t lack money, she still felt embarrassed.
And tonight’s winners evidently included more than just her, as from the table beside her ca the constant remarks.
"Lin Mubai, why did you ss up again."
"Lin Mubai, are you cheating!"
"Lin Mubai..."
Every ti she heard this familiar na, An Nan would habitually turn her head to glance over, and then the man would give a half-smiling look, followed by a burst of coaxing around them.
Initially, An Nan felt a bit embarrassed, but as ti went on, she got used to it. It seed to really validate the saying, ’Habit becos nature.’
The group was having a lot of fun, and soon it was half-past ten at night when Lin Mubai, worried that his wife might be exhausted, took the intermission as an opportunity to approach her: "Are you tired? Do you want to rest?"
An Nan continued playing cards while shaking her head: "I’ll go to sleep once it’s past twelve."
Lin Mubai hesitated.
An Nan’s voice continued in his ear: "Don’t worry about it, it’s only occasional. I promise I’ll go to sleep imdiately after twelve."
In the end, Lin Mubai compromised: "Alright then! You can play a little longer."
Finally, their low voices drew an annoyed comnt from a bystander.
"I say, Lin Mubai, when did you turn into a woman, always muttering?" Lan Xinru, having lost too much, felt displeased and vented her anger on the man.
"Focus on your ga and stop talking." Lin Mubai left this remark and returned to his seat.
The sounds of Mahjong continued until eleven thirty, and apart from the elderly Mr. Lin, everyone else tacitly stopped what they were doing, and then An Nan saw the younger ones start placing cherry blossoms in the yard.
Her puzzled gaze continued to fall on her husband’s face: "Do I need to set off fireworks?"
Lin Mubai continued to smile and nodded to her.
An Nan imdiately beca excited: "I want, I want to watch."
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