Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 184 That's a skill ingrained in the bones of Sichuan and Chongqing women

Compared to the battle at Reba's house, the battle between the four women last night was even more intense.

As the extended nanny van drove into the Shunyi Central Villa District, the streetlights clearly illuminated the gate of Longhu Yanlanshan.

The fountain in front of the villa has long been replaced with ice sculptures, and warm yellow wall lamps meander along the cobblestone path, with the warm light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows visible from afar.

Meng Ziyi stepped out of the car first, wearing red-soled high heels. The three people behind her looked at the six-meter-high entrance hall and the dazzling crystal chandelier on the spiral staircase. Zhang Jingyi couldn't help but sigh softly, "This is so grand."

"Sister Meng is quite wealthy, so we don't need to be polite with her later!" Zhou Ye acted as if he were back in his own home, kicking off his shoes and rushing inside.

"Go straight to the card and chess room."

Meng Ziyi led the group through a corridor filled with limited-edition sculptures. In the second-floor chess and card room, the Mahjong heated machine was already running.

On the mahogany coffee table next to them, the assistant had already prepared tea, fruit, various snacks, and even two cups of milk tea!
Meng Ziyi picked up the milk tea and first glanced at her assistant.

The assistant blinked a few times with a serious expression, conveying to Sister Meng that she could rest assured and take care of it.

Only then did she feel relieved and hand the milk tea to Tian Xiwei: "Xiao Tian, ​​I know you love milk tea! Here, I prepared this especially for you..."

"Ah..." Tian Xiwei was a little touched, "Thank you, Sister Meng. Aren't you drinking it yourselves?"

"Hey, stop talking, it's too late, all the bubble tea shops are closed. My assistant went to several places before finally finding one that was closing, and after much pleading, she managed to buy these last two cups..."

"Since your sister likes it, you should definitely get it..."

"Sister Meng, you're so kind!" Tian Xiwei happily inserted the tube, took a big gulp, and looked completely satisfied.

“Delicious!”

She realized she might have misunderstood Meng Ziyi before; Meng Ziyi seemed like a pretty good person after all…

Anyway, she's much better than that brat Zhou Ye!

"Jingyi, here's another cup for you..."

"Ah...? Okay... thank you, Sister Meng!" Zhang Jingyi took the drink, sipped it briefly, and then set it aside without drinking any more!

What is this?! It's so sweet!!!
She glanced speechlessly at Tian Xiwei, who was happily sipping her milk tea, and remained silent.

"Let's talk about the rules first: fight to the death, rain or shine."

Meng Ziyi had already started shuffling the cards efficiently, her Northeastern accent unconsciously slipping out.

"I'm really out of practice. The last time I played mahjong was with my grandma at a teahouse in the mountain city," Tian Xiwei said, blinking her big eyes with a troubled expression.

"It's alright, it's alright, Xiaotian, it's very simple," Zhou Ye quickly reassured her, afraid that she would give up playing.

Let's teach her a lesson at the card table today!

The battle begins!
After everyone had drawn their cards, Zhou Ye solemnly divided them into three piles.

The red dragons formed a "pairs headquarters", the lone tiles formed a "rescue squad", and the numbered tiles were neatly arranged into a "charge formation". As a result, when he looked up, he bumped into Tian Xiwei's face, which was red from holding back laughter.

After three rounds, Zhou Ye was still counting how many pairs he had when Tian Xiwei had already pushed down the board: "All one suit, a clean hand, self-drawn."

? ? ? ? ?

So fast?
"eat!"

"bump!"

"Release the charge!"

"Bullshit!"

From then on, Tian Xiwei won the most hands, while Sister Meng won a few hands occasionally.

Zhou Ye and Zhang Jingyi didn't win a single hand.

Meng Ziyi's knuckles turned white as she gripped the cards. She glared at Zhou Ye, who was sitting to the left of Tian Xiwei, with a look of utter exasperation. Her thick Northeastern accent dripped out as she said, "Zhou Ye! Are you feeding me cards or helping others out?!"

She watched as Zhou Yegang drew the Red Dragon tile and accurately delivered it to Tian Xiwei's hand, and she wanted nothing more than to slam all the mahjong tiles onto the table. "Are you two putting on a show here?"

Tian Xi smiled, revealing deep dimples. Her fingertips lightly skimmed through the deck of cards, and she stuffed a card into her hand without even looking at it as she drew it: "Sister Meng is wronging me~"

"I'm just learning a skill from the older women!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist and touched himself again.

Zhou Ye's eyes reddened with anxiety, and he slammed the cards on the table: "I really didn't mean to!"

Her "pairs stronghold" had long since crumbled, her lone tiles scattered like stragglers. "Every time I figured out which tile to play, Xiao Tian would be able to win..."

Ugh! What a terrible teammate!

Thankfully, there's still a feeding plan!
Sister Meng sighed inwardly and said, "Shall we take a break? Let's get some takeout!"

"Xiaotian, I ordered a lot of your favorite dishes!"

Tian Xiwei quickly grabbed her and said while shuffling the cards, "I'm not hungry! Sister Meng, hang in there a little longer!"

He turned around and grabbed Zhou Ye, who was trying to slip away, shoving the cards into her hand. "Fight until dawn, no running away!"

"Eating at night is bad!"

? ? ? ? ?

Meng Ziyi stared blankly as she took a big gulp of milk tea, ate a slice of watermelon, and stuffed a handful of potato chips into her mouth.

This……

……

The next afternoon, in Yanjing, at Reba's house!

The afternoon sun streamed into the bedroom through the beige silk curtains, and a strange smell filled the air.

The messy sheets bore the marks of the morning, and Dilraba's red dress was casually draped over the back of a chair in the bedroom, the silk straps draping in a lazy arc.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom as Gu Yang hummed an off-key tune while taking a shower.

Reba was curled up in bed wrapped in a silk quilt, her cheeks still flushed.

She glanced furtively towards the bathroom, bit her lip, reached for her phone, and dialed her assistant's number.

"Hello?" The assistant's voice was tinged with laughter. "How did things go last night, sister...?" "Stop teasing me! You brat!" Dilraba lowered her voice, her face flushed red. "Could you send over some more of that stuff from yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" The assistant paused for two seconds, then suddenly raised his voice, "Huh?! That?!"

Dilraba's fingers clenched tightly around the corner of the blanket: "It's...it's that one! Don't pretend you don't know!"

"My God!" The assistant's voice was filled with shock. "Didn't that box have six yesterday? They're all used up? What...?"

"Shut up!" Dilraba felt her face burning. "Can I send it or not?!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The assistant laughed, panting. "I'll drive it over right now! But sister..."

She lowered her voice secretly and asked, "Is Mr. Gu going to be quick?"

? ? ? ? ?

Is this something you can ask?

Dilraba was incredibly embarrassed, but she had no choice but to explain for her man.

"no……"

"Mainly...mainly..."

"Buy a bigger size...it's already bursting several of them."

Reba hurriedly hung up the phone and buried her face in the pillow.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly, and she heard Gu Yang's footsteps as he dried his hair and walked out.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" Gu Yang raised an eyebrow, water droplets sliding down his eight-pack abs and into the bath towel.

He noticed Reba's flushed face and suddenly reached out to snatch the pillow she was holding. "Your face is so red, are you talking about me?"

Dilraba reached out to grab the pillow, but Gu Yang pulled her into his arms.

The scent of shower gel wafted towards her, and she heard a deep laugh from above her: "I'm leaving..."

"no……"

Gu Yang was completely dumbfounded.

"I'll leave tonight..." Reba protested in a muffled voice from his embrace, her voice slightly nasal.

Gu Yang looked down at the person who was holding him tightly in his arms, and couldn't help but smile: "What, you don't want me to leave?"

Dilraba looked up, her cheeks as red as ripe apples, but her eyes held a hint of frustration: "I've already made the call... Now you think you can just leave? Wouldn't I have made a fool of myself?"

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and the last few words were almost mumbled out.

Although Gu Yang didn't understand, he still gently stroked her burning cheek with his fingers: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Dilraba bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Anyway...anyway you can't leave, you have to at least wait..."

"What are you waiting for?"

Dilraba blushed even more, buried her face in his chest again, and stopped talking.

Gu Yang seemed to have guessed something, his smile deepening as he tightened his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace: "Okay, okay, I won't leave, I'll do whatever you say..."

……

That evening, when Gu Yang left Reba's house, he felt his legs were a little weak.

"Mr. Gu, shall we go to the company?" the arriving driver asked.

Gu Yang rubbed his lower back, where a lingering soreness remained. "Go to Manhe Yanjing."

He tugged at his crooked tie, the thin layer of sweat seeping from the back of his neck causing his silk shirt to stick to his back.

"Ok."

The car smoothly drove into the underground parking garage of Manhe Yanjing. Gu Yang walked upstairs with unsteady steps. The fingerprint lock unlocked with a "beep", but the entrance hall was pitch black.

He fumbled to turn on the light. The living room was so empty that he could hear his own footsteps. On the once tidy sofa, only Zhou Ye's hair tie lay forlornly next to the cushion.

"Where have you gone?"

He was initially a little guilty, but when he saw that no one was home, he became more assertive.

He went back to the elevator lobby.

"Let's go to Tian Xiwei's place." Gu Yang sat back in the car, his voice even hoarser than before.

The driver peeked through the rearview mirror and noticed that the man's knuckles were white as he gripped his phone, and there were faint red marks on his neck.

When the car stopped downstairs at Tian Xiwei's apartment building, Gu Yang rang the doorbell for a long time but no one answered.

what's going on?
Do all these girls stay out all night?

Gu Yang was furious and immediately took out his phone to call Zhang Ruonan.

The moment the call connected, a burst of loud mahjong clattering and Meng Ziyi's booming voice erupted from the other end: "Pong! Tian Xiwei, if you win again, I'm not done with you!"

Where are you?

"President Gu?" Zhang Ruonan's voice came through the clatter of mahjong tiles. "We're at Sister Meng's house! We played mahjong all night yesterday and just woke up. Sister Zhou said she's going to 'get revenge' now, and they're locked in a fierce battle right now!"

"Playing mahjong? All night long?" Gu Yang was speechless. "Send me the address, I'm coming right now!"

Suddenly, a rustling sound of scrambling came from the other end of the phone, followed by Meng Ziyi's voice: "Gu Yang? What are you doing here!"

"We're a sister organization, don't come and cause trouble!"

"Sister Meng, I just came to check on things..."

"What are you looking at! Go somewhere cool and stay there!" Meng Ziyi's voice suddenly rose, followed by a crisp "bang!"—clearly, she had thrown down a mahjong tile. "Busy, hanging up!"

Before Gu Yang could even speak, the receiver went dead.

He stood there, phone in hand, the night wind whipping his disheveled bangs, his face darker than his shadow under the streetlights.

(End of this chapter)