Chapter 819

No one cared about Ying Zhicheng's emotions, not even his beloved daughter Ying Chanxi.

After washing up with Li Luo and returning to the fourth-floor entertainment room, Ying Chanxi immediately took over Yan Zhusheng's seat.

Yan Zhusheng was never good at mahjong; seeing his sister arrive, he quickly stood up to yield his place and pulled Li Luo off to sing.

After singing two sweet love songs with Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo drifted back to the mahjong table to watch.

At this point, Yuan Wanqing, tired of playing, let Ying Zhicheng take her place; to his left was Lin Xiuhong, to his right was Xu Youyu, and across from him sat his beloved daughter Ying Chanxi.

Li Luo leaned close to Ying Chanxi, glanced at her tiles, then immediately shook his head: "Your hand is terrible."

"Stop talking," Ying Chanxi shot him a glare, then rolled her eyes toward Li Luo and said, "Go check your dad's hand—he's the dealer."

"Alright, I'll take a look," Li Luo chuckled, drifting over to Ying Zhicheng's side.

Ying Zhicheng gave him a look of mild disgust and deliberately covered his tiles; Yuan Wanqing, amused, couldn't help saying, "Li Luo won't blab—what's the harm in letting him see?"

"Hmph."

Ying Zhicheng let out a cold snort but finally relented, moving his hand aside to let Li Luo see his hand.

Seeing the tiles, Li Luo raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Uncle Ying, your hand is huge—you all better be careful."

The mahjong rules in Yuhang City were simple: the white dragon was the wealth god, usable as a wild tile, and if the final tile to complete a ready hand was paired with the white dragon, the fan count doubled on top of self-draw.

At this moment, Ying Zhicheng could already win—he already had a complete hand: three sequences, three east winds, and one white dragon; any tile he drew would complete his win.

With a base of eight fans for self-draw, doubled by the white dragon, plus his dealer status, winning meant collecting from all three opponents—equivalent to 48 fans in one win.

But Ying Zhicheng was clearly greedy, waiting for another east wind to form a quad, and with the white dragon, he could win outright, doubling the base again.

That meant 32 fans per opponent, totaling 96 fans.

Then it was Ying Zhicheng's turn to draw—and he didn't get an east wind; instead, he drew another white dragon.

According to Yuhang mahjong rules, Ying Zhicheng immediately discarded this second white dragon, signaling "floating wealth."

After one full round, if none of the other three players self-drew, he could draw any tile and win again, still earning 32 fans.

Seeing this, Ying Chanxi across the table gasped: "I haven't even gone ready yet! All the white dragons went to Dad!"

Ying Zhicheng, facing his leaky little cotton-padded jacket, showed no mercy, urging: "Enough talk—draw your tile, if you can't self-draw, discard it."

"This is going to be a disaster," Xu Youyu sighed, drew his tile, glanced at it, and clearly couldn't self-draw.

When it was Ying Chanxi's turn, Li Luo raised an eyebrow and asked: "Want me to draw for you?"

"What good would that do?" Ying Chanxi rolled her eyes. "I haven't gone ready—even if I had, you'd draw an east wind."

"Hey, that's discrimination," Li Luo clicked his tongue. After Ying Chanxi drew and discarded, he turned to his mother. "Mom, you're ready, right? Want me to show you a divine move?"

"Go away," Lin Xiuhong replied curtly, rolled her eyes, reached for her tile—and still couldn't self-draw.

Now, nothing could stop Ying Zhicheng from winning.

But just as Ying Zhicheng was about to draw and end it, Yuan Wanqing, sitting nearby watching, quickly stopped him and smiled at Li Luo: "Why don't you let Li Luo draw this tile?"

"Why let him draw?" Ying Zhicheng frowned. "Aren't we all saying he's unlucky? Besides, any tile will win—everyone's the same."

"How could it be the same?" Yuan Wanqing pointed at the three east winds in Ying Zhicheng's pile. "You can still kong—draw one of these, and kong-open would mean 64 fans each!"

"What luck is that?" Ying Zhicheng shook his head. "You can't just wish for a draw like that."

"Let Li Luo try," Yuan Wanqing giggled, covering her mouth. "You didn't play mahjong during New Year's—you don't know. Li Luo doesn't do much, but he's got a knack for drawing east winds."

Li Luo: "... Aunt Yuan, are you complimenting me or insulting me?"

Hearing that, Li Luo almost didn't want to draw.

But Ying Zhicheng refused to believe it, glanced at Li Luo, and gestured for him to try.

"Li Luo, go ahead," Yuan Wanqing urged, grinning like she was watching a show.

Seeing this, Li Luo couldn't refuse. He clicked his tongue, skeptical, extended his right hand, picked up the next tile from the pile, and slammed it down with a sharp *pop*.

East wind!

"Really?! Amazing, Li Luo!"

Yuan Wanqing burst into laughter and quickly spread out the other three east winds. "Let's kong again!"

As the kong-open win triggered, Ying Chanxi across the table opened her mouth wide.

Xu Youyu helplessly rubbed his forehead, face twisted in disbelief: "Is this real? 64 fans each? Chips are completely wiped out."

"Your hand is so unlucky," Lin Xiuhong said with disgust, glancing at Li Luo. "Why does every draw bring an east wind?"

"How is that unlucky?" Li Luo, initially stunned, now puffed out his chest. "Isn't this amazing?"

"It's both amazing and unlucky," Ying Zhicheng muttered, lips twitching—he hadn't expected an east wind to actually come.

The round ended, but since the other three players' chips were all depleted and Ying Zhicheng remained dealer, no settlement occurred yet—this round of mahjong continued.

When Ying Chanxi self-drew in the next round to end it, at one fan per yuan, Ying Zhicheng netted over two hundred yuan.

"I just helped Uncle Ying make nearly two hundred yuan—shouldn't I get a cut?" Li Luo chuckled beside him.

Ying Zhicheng glanced at the boy, thinking: How dare he say that?

You've already stolen both my daughters—aren't you satisfied yet?

"Exactly!" Ying Chanxi egged on from across the table. "Dad, don't be stingy! Li Luo drew the east wind that doubled your win—give him at least half!"

Hearing his daughter side with the enemy, Ying Zhicheng grew annoyed—even if he'd planned to give, now he didn't want to.

But it was all just banter; in the end, Ying Zhicheng grumbled and sent Li Luo a hundred-yuan red envelope.

But Li Luo, upon receiving it, immediately forwarded it to Ying Chanxi.

"Haha~" Ying Chanxi beamed, eyes crinkling, her bare feet wiggling under the table as she boasted to Ying Zhicheng: "Dad won seventy from me—I still netted over twenty!"

Ying Zhicheng: "..."

Meanwhile, Xu Youyu, the biggest loser of the last round, had lost over eighty yuan.

Seeing Li Luo send Ying Chanxi a red envelope, he pulled out his phone, ready to send him some cheeky messages.

But before he could send it, his WeChat vibrated—he saw a large red envelope from Li Luo in his private chat.

Opened it and saw, again, one hundred yuan.

Xu Youyu turned to look at Li Luo, who stood beside Lin Xiuhong; seeing him sneakily wink at her, she let out a faint smile.

She then slowly rose and said to Yuan Wanqing, "Auntie Yuan, I'm going to the restroom—could you hold my place for a bit?"

"Of course." Yuan Wanqing had no suspicion and stood up to take Xu Youyu's seat.

But before Xu Youyu left the room, she turned back and winked at Li Luo, then walked out.