Chapter 28: Four Words, None of your Business.

Chapter 28

At the Sun Residence.

"Eight bamboo."

"Pung."

Sheng Mumu smiled and made the pung with eight bamboo, then glanced at the tiles in front of her again.

It was close to winning by drawing and discarding all tiles.

Across the mahjong table, Wang Qinwei said with a hint of amusement in her voice:

"Oh! Mrs. Qi has such sharp eyes, you stole my tile before I could even get a good look."

Sheng Mumu glanced up briefly without bothering to respond.

Wang Qinwei had already thought of mocking words to say, regardless of whether Sheng Mumu would engage her or not, she would keep talking.

Suddenly, she heaved a long sigh, "Ah--"

Her tone was extremely exaggerated, dragging the last syllable. The three women at the table looked over.

Wang Qinwei: "Mrs. Qi, I really feel sorry for you. You have such sharp eyes, yet you didn't notice the vixen right under your nose!"

Sheng Mumu's expression was unchanged. She calmly glanced at Wang Qinwei before shifting her attention back to her tiles.

She couldn't get distracted now. This win was critical.

Wang Qinwei smiled as she gently pressed the corners of her eyes, twisting her upper body in an affected manner. She continued:

"Mrs. Qi, I'm really not boasting, but as a woman, after getting married you have to learn some wifely arts, otherwise your husband will sooner or later be seduced away by those vulgar girls outside."

Sheng Mumu drew a tile and suddenly looked troubled. She glanced up at Wang Qinwei.

Seeing this, Wang Qinwei couldn't help the corners of her mouth curving up smugly.

She was thinking to herself: Haha, I hit a sore spot didn't I?

Wang Qinwei quickly suppressed her smugness and pretended to console:

"Mrs. Qi, do you need me to impart some of my experience to you? I've been married for five years, and my husband still clings on to me tightly."

Sheng Mumu shook her head. She smiled lightly. "I'm so sorry, I drew the wrong tile."

Wang Qinwei: "............?"

What?

Sheng Mumu: "Self drawn, cleared hand with one suit, 8,000 points."

Including this round, she had won three rounds consecutively.

She was starting to feel a little bad for raking in so much money.

Wang Qinwei frowned in displeasure as she reluctantly took money out to pay Sheng Mumu.

She thought to herself: Hmph, keeping calm even when provoked. Let's see how long you can endure this.

Halfway through the next round...

Wang Qinwei cleared her throat and looked around the table at the four women. She spoke mysteriously:

"Now I'm starting to believe in what elders always say."

Mrs. Zhou asked curiously: "What do they say?"

Wang Qinwei's gaze slowly rested on Sheng Mumu. "Unlucky in relationships, lucky in gambling."

After she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Sun exchanged glances, sensing the turbulent undercurrents around the mahjong table.

Wang Qinwei hid her smile and continued: "Mrs. Qi was so lucky to be able to self-draw that winning tile earlier. It must've been heaven's blessing."

"Mrs. Qi, we're all women, I understand the bitterness in your heart. Even though you're forcing yourself to smile, I know you're crying inside."

Goosebumps instantly rose on Sheng Mumu's skin. She slowly looked up, staring at Wang Qinwei as if she was an idiot.

Seeing Sheng Mumu's eyelashes fluttering, her expression dazed, Wang Qinwei thought she had struck a chord about her troubles, and continued fervently:

"Ah, when it comes down to it, it was my carelessness that caused this matter to spread and become common knowledge in our neighborhood. How about this, if you and Mr. Qi get a divorce, I'll recommend the best divorce lawyer in the city to you, as an apology."

"Pfft--"

Sheng Mumu finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

With that one laugh, ten years of cultivated image were ruined.

The painstakingly maintained facade of a peaceful marriage vanished.

She couldn't help it. Mrs. Wang was calculating too loudly, hitting her funny bone.

How could someone be so stupidly obvious?

Afraid that others wouldn't know about her eagerness to escalate the matter.

Sheng Mumu suppressed her laughter.

Since her act was already broken, she might as well speak plainly.

She pulled her hand out of Wang Qinwei's grip and said unhurriedly:

"Mrs. Wang, you've been going on about my family affairs this whole mahjong game. I didn't want to disturb Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Sun's enjoyment, which is why I didn't respond. But now that we're done playing, since you're so curious about my matters, let me give you a response."

Wang Qinwei stared blankly at Sheng Mumu, feeling like she had changed into a different person. She was momentarily struck speechless.

Sheng Mumu: "My response is very simple."

Wang Qinwei looked at her puzzled: "?"

Sheng Mumu: "Four words: None of your business."

Wang Qinwei: "You..."

Sheng Mumu: "What about me? Are you so bored staying home every day that your mouth starts to stink, so the rare chance you come out to play mahjong, you want to chat endlessly to give your mouth some exercise?"

Wang Qinwei's expression froze. "You dare say I have a stinky mouth?"

Sheng Mumu: "Just a metaphor, don't take it so seriously."

Wang Qinwei had never suffered this kind of anger before. Her hands shook uncontrollably, her body went cold, and her eyes glared fiercely at Sheng Mumu.

Beside them, Mrs. Zhou watched the two anxiously, at a loss.

She should be helping Wang Qinwei, who was closer to her, but seeing Sheng Mumu unleash her anger, Mrs. Zhou panicked and instinctively felt it was better not to get involved.

Wang Qinwei slammed the mahjong table forcefully, the impact numbing her palm. She yelled loudly:

"Who do you think you are? Not even my husband dares to speak to me like that!"

"You can't even keep your own man's heart, yet you still dare to act arrogant in front of me?"

"Do you have the ability to make your husband change his mind? Do you have the ability to catch the mistress?"

Sheng Mumu looked at Wang Qinwei expressionlessly.

She felt Wang Qinwei was truly pitiful.

Her self-worth was completely dependent on men. Every sentence exposed her deeply ingrained insecurities.

Just as Sheng Mumu was about to say more, steady footsteps gradually approached.

At the entrance, a female servant from the Sun family walked ahead to lead the way. She gestured towards the mahjong table and said:

"Mr. Qi, Mrs. Qi is over there."