"Come, come, let's deal the cards again," Ye Feng winked at Lin Shiyun with a smile.
"Yes, yes, let's continue," Biao-ge chimed in, trying to ease Left Fei's embarrassment.
Ye Feng quickly gathered the cards on the table and handed them to Lin Shiyun, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"You think you can trick me? Let's see who's really fooling whom," he thought to himself.
They proceeded with another round of dealing.
10, J, Q, K, A, a pair of twos, three nines, three eights, a three, a four, a seven, and a Joker — this was the hand Ye Feng now held. Seeing these cards, Ye Feng smiled to himself, feeling completely in control.
Upon seeing his own cards, Left Fei's face paled; he didn't even have a straight to work with. If Lin Shiyun hadn't been dealing, he'd have suspected Ye Feng of foul play. Although, of course, he wouldn't have been wrong.
Unsurprisingly, Ye Feng won this round as well, claiming the three additional landlord cards: a small Joker, a two, and a five. With ease, he played a plane, then a three with one, followed by a Joker bomb, and finished with a straight. Biao-ge and Left Fei couldn't even play a single card, and Ye Feng won the game in one go.
In the next few rounds, Ye Feng purposefully lost twice but still managed to walk away with an additional 200,000 yuan.
"Left Fei, it's getting late. If I don't head back soon, my family might worry and come looking for me," Lin Shiyun looked at the darkening sky and gave Left Fei a pointed glance, signaling Ye Feng to leave.
"Fine, I'll take you home," Left Fei replied, trying to mask his frustration over losing 200,000 yuan. Though unwilling, he realized that if Lin Shiyun's family found out about her presence here, it would be trouble he didn't want to invite.
"No need. I'll go with Ye Feng," Lin Shiyun replied, her distaste for Left Fei apparent.
"Hold on, Left Young Master, you haven't transferred the money yet," Ye Feng said as he took Biao-ge's laptop and verified the transfer of 100,000 yuan from him. Noticing Left Fei's continued attempts to win over Lin Shiyun, Ye Feng spoke up loudly.
"Hmph, it's only 100,000 yuan," Left Fei scoffed, though he winced at the loss as he completed the transfer.
Ye Feng's phone buzzed with a bank notification shortly after.
"Two hundred thousand yuan deposited," Ye Feng thought triumphantly. If Left Fei kept this up, Ye Feng could become a millionaire without touching his family's wealth.
"Wow, Left Young Master, you're driving an Audi worth at least 200,000. A car like this would require a driver's license, and I doubt someone your age has one," Ye Feng mocked as Left Fei's Audi A6 pulled up slowly, indicating his unwillingness to give up.
Left Fei proudly replied, "My father is the chief of Beihai's police department. Getting a driver's license is no issue for me."
"What a fool," Ye Feng thought, amused. "Competing against a moron like him is lowering my own IQ."
"Go on, you first. I'll take my time walking Shiyun home," Ye Feng said, flaunting his hand-holding gesture in front of Left Fei.
"Lin Shiyun, it'll be dark soon. There's hardly any transportation around here; are you sure you don't want a ride?" Left Fei said, smiling through gritted teeth.
"No thanks. You go ahead," Lin Shiyun responded curtly, not even sparing him a glance.
Left Fei, left with no choice, drove away in defeat.
"Drive safe, Left Young Master. Don't get wet on the road!" Ye Feng called after the car with a grin, noticing Left Fei's vehicle wobble slightly in response.
"Troublemaker," Lin Shiyun laughed, pulling Ye Feng along by his sleeve.
"Alright, let's go," Ye Feng replied, holding her hand as they left the factory.
"Boss, are we really just letting them go?" Hu-ge, one of Biao-ge's underlings, asked, clearly unwilling to let Ye Feng walk away after causing so much trouble.
"What choice do we have? Those two are heavyweights. When gods fight, it's the little ones who suffer," Biao-ge sighed, watching Ye Feng leave.
Left Fei was just a spoiled brat who relied on his family name, lacking any real self-control. Without his father, Biao-ge wouldn't even glance his way. But Ye Feng was different. He carried himself with calm authority, and his composed demeanor betrayed a background not to be underestimated. In comparison, Left Fei was nothing.
"Ye Feng, aren't you tired?" Lin Shiyun asked, concerned as Ye Feng pedaled his bike with her perched on the back.
"No big deal. It's worth it to have such a lovely lady with me under the sunset," Ye Feng teased.
"Flatterer," Lin Shiyun playfully stuck her tongue out and wrapped her arms around him.
After leaving the factory, they'd faced a problem: there wasn't a single vehicle in sight. Taking matters into his own hands, Ye Feng had spent 200 yuan to buy a secondhand bike from a nearby internet café, and they leisurely rode back toward the city.
Originally, Lin Shiyun had thought of calling her family driver, Uncle Lin, but worried about the questions that would arise from her outing with Ye Feng.
By the time they finally reached the city, it was already past eight. Ye Feng gave the bike to a young street kid collecting recyclables, and together they began looking for a taxi to get her home safely.