The Bully President and the Serious Wife

Mrs. Grant clenched her fists.

She had assumed Mrs. Xie was alone. All the women knew her. Her mahjong skills were so poor that they even nicknamed her "the money-bringing boy."

Mrs. Grant had no reason to refuse the invitation, not when they had won money from her.

Mrs. Grant regretted not joining in then. She wouldn't miss the opportunity again.

She didn't expect Mrs. Xie to bring that despicable girl.

What was even more surprising was Xu Lu's top-notch skills. She won again and again, which opened their eyes.

Her only purpose in coming here was to win over Mrs. Xie.

Now things took an unexpected turn and she had to swipe her card.

Xu Lu slammed the table. "Why do you look so miserable, Mrs. Grant? You always say your family is very wealthy. This is only three million. Are you considering cheating?"

Mrs. Grant gritted her teeth and glared at Xu Lu.

Xu Lu smiled and said, "If you don't want to pay, that's fine. You can go to the newspaper tomorrow and tell everyone that the Grant family is too poor, and I will consider forgiving the debt. How about it?"

The other ladies lowered their heads. This was utter humiliation!

Mrs. Grant shook her hand. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any more cash and I didn’t bring my card. I’ll give you an IOU!”

Xu Lu smiled. "IOU? No. I don't trust you. When it comes to money, I can't rest easy if it's not in my hands. If I knew you were so poor, I wouldn't be playing with you, Mrs. Grant. If you had any idea of your situation, you shouldn't be here. You don't deserve to be here. Do you have the guts to gamble with a few dollars? You're a bit shameless."

Mrs. Xie nodded beside her. “That’s right. Our Xie family’s Fengxue Pavilion costs up to a million per night, but you still dare to come in. If I didn’t know you, you would be kicked out.”

Xu Lu gave Mrs. Xie a silent approval. "You are very good, auntie."

It was as if her fighting ability would automatically increase when facing her.

Mrs. Grant's face turned red.

The other two ladies looked at her. Her face was strange.

The Grant family's mistress should not be unable to come up with this amount of money.

Mrs. Grant was furious. "It's only three million. Are you going to go to all this trouble to humiliate me? I was in such a hurry to leave that I really forgot to bring the card. I asked the driver to bring it over."

Xu Lu reached out and patted Mrs. Grant. “I think you don’t need to send your driver over. Mrs. Xie, this bag looks good. How about you try it on?”

Mrs. Grant picked up the bag and walked away. "Hmph, keep dreaming. This bag is a global limited edition and worth half a million pounds. You think too much."

Xu Lu pretended to be shocked. "It's worth half a million pounds. So expensive..."

Mrs. Grant said contemptuously, “Humph! You can’t buy this bag even if you have money.”

“You’re really rich!”

Mrs. Grant looked smug, and Xu Lu said, "In that case, why not... play a few more rounds? What if we win?"

Ji Meimei kissed her lips and almost laughed out loud.

"Why is my goddess so handsome? Why is she so great? I'm becoming gay every second. I'm done, I'm done! Oh, my goddess."

Mrs. Grant stood up, trembling all over. In her right hand was a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice, which she wanted to splash in Xu Lu's face.

Noticing her sly glance at the glass, Ji Meimei reached out first.

Reacting quickly, she grabbed a glass of lemonade and gave it to Mrs. Grant.

“Please have a drink, ma’am. Calm down. It’s just a game of mahjong. You didn’t lose much. Think about our Mrs. Xie. She lost 2500 million.”

Finally someone came to her rescue. Mrs. Grant gasped and reached for the cup.

With a loud bang, the glass she had been touching for only two seconds shattered, and the lemon juice splashed out, splashing onto her pants and shoes.

Ji Meimei is smart. If she spills it on her, the woman will use it as an excuse to leave.

"you…"

Ji Meimei looked stunned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me. I didn't mean to do that. I just used too much strength and I couldn't control it..."

To prove her point, she grabbed the cup next to Xu Lu and squeezed it so hard that it sounded like it was about to crack.

“Look. I’m not kidding you. When I was little, I’d accidentally break my friends’ bones, and my parents had to pay for it.”

Mrs. Grant was trembling, her anger temporarily fading.

Who wants to fight a guy who breaks bones with his bare hands?

Mrs. Grant complained, “You…you…you have to be careful. My shoes are dirty. What are you going to do?”

Mrs. Xie called the manager over and said, "Please take the wife away. Help her shine her shoes."

Xu Lu couldn't help laughing. It seemed like there were two clowns today.

"Mrs. Grant. That bag?"

The bag was her favorite. "Do you want this bag? If you win three more rounds, it's yours, but if you lose one, you have to return all the money you won to us."

In this way, Mrs. Grant formed an alliance with the other two ladies. As long as they united and defeated Xu Lu, it didn't matter who won.

Xu Lu smiled. "So what are you waiting for? Let's get started!"

Ji Meimei wiped her hands. "Go, goddess! You are the best!"

The three of them worked together to try to defeat Xu Lu. They fed each other cards.

Xu Lu didn't care at all and enjoyed it.

Mrs. Xie's eyes opened wider and her mouth opened.

Mrs. Xie felt that she had wasted many years playing mahjong. She never thought that anything serious would happen, but now she finally realized that things were beyond her horizon.

Mrs. Xie leaned against Xu Lu, hoping that the mahjong goddess's charm could remain on her, and maybe she would win more games in the future.

They played three games in a row, and Xu Lu easily won the first two rounds. The last round lasted the longest and seemed like a reversal.

Xu Lu touched the last card, without even glancing at it, and smiled. "That's it..."

The other three were stunned.

Xu Lu raised her hand. "Meimei, go get your bag!"

Ji Meimei pulled up her sleeves. "Okay!"

She met resistance as she grabbed Mrs. Grant's bag.

Mrs. Grant screamed, "What are you doing?"

Ji Meimei's plump little face swelled up. "Madam, you can't break your promise. My sister has beaten you three times. The bag is ours. You are also the wife of a rich man. You can't break your promise. I heard the promise you just made."

"I..." She didn't expect Xu Lu to be able to defeat her with an advantage of three people.

Ji Meimei grabbed her wrist tightly and tried to pull her hand off the bag.