Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Weiran lowered his head, his eyes darkened, he smiled slightly, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"...Qin Ning, stop thinking about it, this is a gamble!"

Qin Ning was immediately startled and understood the meaning behind Bai Weiran's words.

This is gambling—

Because it's gambling, there's no probability calculation; it's purely based on luck.

Bai Weiran likes to calculate probabilities, but he is not afraid to gamble.

If you're afraid of gambling, then don't go into the gaming industry; every time a product is launched, the market reaction is all about gambling.

He was a bigger gambler, so he had no interest in this kind of game.

The two flipped over their cards at the same time, causing everyone in the room to gasp.

Once the cards are dealt face up, the outcome is predetermined.

Qin Ning froze, feeling cold sweat trickling down her forehead. Her heart pounded like a drum, and all the excitement she had felt when she first entered the casino had vanished, leaving only lingering fear—the fear of losing something important. Bai Weiran put his arm around her.

"But I've always been lucky, whenever I want to."

Bai Weiran won, but the blond young master still wanted to cause trouble. However, the casino security guards, who had been standing by since the start of the game, immediately and politely asked him to leave.

The young master, having won a huge amount of chips overnight, pushed them out in front of him, gleaming brightly, drawing envious and jealous glances from the onlookers.

Qin Ning grabbed Bai Weiran by the collar and kept pounding his chest with her small fists, demanding that he pay back all the fear and anxiety she had endured.

"What if we lose, Brother Weiran?"

"You idiot, how could you actually gamble! Gambling is bad!"

Bai Weiran grabbed her soft little hand and found it amusing.

"...Qin Ning, losing only requires kneeling twice."

"…………??"

“My knees aren’t worth that much. In his eyes, I’ve lost out and he’s gained. He’s well-off, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he cares about saving face. But in my eyes, I’ve gained and he’s lost out because I’m just a wage slave. My ambition is to work hard and save money to buy a house.” As he said this, he gently scratched Qin Ning’s nose with his finger.

He didn't care whether he knelt or not.

"Did you notice? This game of Sic Bo is a win-win for both of us. He lost, losing money he didn't care about, and I lost, losing a knee I didn't care about—why wouldn't I play?"

Qin Ning felt her head buzzing. She pursed her lips and looked at Bai Weiran for a long time. Gradually, tears welled up in her eyes. She threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist.

"Brother Weiran is an idiot—"

He always manages to think of things she wouldn't.

Sometimes serious, sometimes rational, sometimes playful, sometimes nimble.

Bai Weiran hugged her and smiled as he pushed the chips forward.

"Mr. Dealer, could you please give me a basket to put my chips in and count the amount?"

The dealer counted out the amount and respectfully placed it in a box for him. Everyone thought Bai Weiran was about to leave to cash out his chips, but unexpectedly, he turned around, holding the large box of chips, and walked straight to the girl with short black hair. Suddenly, he smiled, stretched out his arm, and flipped the basket over—

Amidst gasps from the crowd, the box of chips splattered all over the short, shiny black bob haircut, leaving him looking disheveled.

The sudden turn of events left the wicked woman completely stunned.

Que'er rushed forward, but was aggressively pushed away by Qin Ning, who rushed out of Bai Weiran's arms.

"Don't touch my brother Weiran!"

Bai Weiran and the heterochromatic eyes behind the sunglasses locked eyes.

“Well, miss, I know very well who the culprit is.”

"Next time you want to cause trouble for someone, don't use others as a shield. I'm not someone who will just sit back and take a beating. Don't you know who the real problem is?"

Because she's a woman and has a soft heart, that's impossible.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

He turned around, took Qin Ning's hand, and smiled at the dealer.

"Mr. Dealer, you just counted the amount for me. Please take one-tenth of these chips as a tip, and put the rest into the donation box by the door."

He walked away gracefully.

As they walked, Qin Ning asked him curiously.

"Brother Weiran, don't you want money?"

He just casually gave up the money he won gambling?

She remembered that Wei Ran's brother loved money and was very frugal. He would even choose to buy eggs in large boxes because it would be cheaper per unit.

Bai Weiran smiled gently.

"Qin Ning, the money from the casino is best left in the casino; I don't like that kind of money."

"I'm a corporate slave. I like to connect with society through the value I create through my own labor or intellect. I have no interest in winning money through gambling, whether it's based on probability or luck. It has no value."

"This is just a game area, so just leave your game coins in the game—"

He never intended to take the money away from here.

In Bai Weiran's view, this money should go to places that are truly meaningful—such as welfare institutions.

Qin Ning couldn't help but laugh out loud and charged at him recklessly.

"I like Brother Weiran the most—"

Bai Weiran smiled and hugged her, and the two spun around in the corridor.

At the corner of the corridor, someone was staring intently.

"Light, let's go!" Que'er tugged at her friend's sleeve.

"This is indeed your fault, and it's reasonable for people to be angry."

They'll also return a whole bunch of chips to you.

Seeing that her friend still wouldn't budge, she tried to persuade her again.

"...We should go and prepare for tomorrow's performance."

"Sparrow is happy."

"Um?"

The girl turned around, took off her sunglasses, and revealed her sparkling heterochromatic eyes.

"...Hey, I think I've found my prince."

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My yandere friends, I couldn't find any breaks in the chapters for today's update, so I'm posting it all at once. Hope you enjoy reading it! o(￣ε￣*)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Just Not Having an Illness in Front of Him (4K)

Qin Ning held Bai Weiran's arm as they strolled on the deck.

The deck lights dimmed at night, turning the passengers into dark figures, hazy and indistinct, their faces obscured. Some embraced, others talked loudly, all shrouded in the darkness.

No one spoke; they simply enjoyed the tranquility as they moved through the crowd.

Qin Ning suddenly sighed, drawing a surprised glance from Bai Weiran.

"...Brother Weiran, I feel the unevenness of the world."

"…………??"

Qin Ning, do you know what kind of Versailles remarks you're making?

Qin Ning continued her rambling monologue.

It turned out that she remembered the Qin Group in another world.

That was something the current World Entertainment Corporation couldn't compare to—a behemoth with a business empire spanning multiple countries.

They even have their own cruise company, with dozens of luxury cruise ships lined up in a row.

"...If it were still the same Qin Ning from back then, then I wouldn't have had to squeeze onto the boat with Wei Ran and all these other people."

Bai Weiran: …………

He didn't think there was anything wrong with first class; he just found it both funny and frustrating.

"Qin Ning, this isn't the difference between the world and the world; this is the difference between being rich and being extremely rich."

Qin Ning rolled her large, clear eyes, stuck out her tongue at him, and gave him a charming smile.

"I can't help it, Brother Weiran, I like money, I like pretty gems, I like pretty dresses, I like bags, and I want to buy even more things in the future. I'm going to like these sparkly things for the rest of my life, I can't change it. Will you hate me because of this?" She shook Bai Weiran's arm, her big eyes blinking.

Qin Ning realized that she was different from Mengmeng.

Mengmeng comes from a well-off family and shares similar living circumstances and habits with Bai Weiran.

In places of thrift, in everyday life tips, in similar tastes when cooking and eating.

They all liked rice with soy sauce, but she didn't even know what that was.

The young lady dislikes saving money and doing housework, believing that cooking is someone else's job.

If I'm not a good wife and mother, will you hate me?

“Then I have to hate myself first.” Bai Weiran shrugged.

"I also like money, and I work hard to save money so I can buy my own house. Spending money is all about fulfilling my own desires, so who is more noble?"

"Besides, there are many girls in this world who can cook, but a girl who can handle a studio acquisition at this age is one in a hundred thousand, one in a million. There's no need to be swayed by other people's gossip."

"I don't care about these things of yours."

He sensed the slight inner turmoil in Qin Ning's heart and chuckled softly.

"I do it not because you don't do it that I do it."

"But I'm actually quite happy doing these things myself. Otherwise, I could just hire a housekeeper and that would be it. The salary that Shile Company pays to producers isn't that bad."

Qin Ning burst out laughing and rubbed her face against his arm.