The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Sang Wan came to his senses and let go of his hands, which were covered in blood.

Looking again, the knife was still stuck diagonally on Sang Daqing's buttocks.

Sang Daqing's nose and tears streamed down, and he accused with trembling fingers: "Sang Wan, you are murdering your brother!"

Sang Wan wiped the blood from his palm onto his clothes and said stiffly, "You asked for this."

"Okay, I don't care if you brothers and sisters want to kill or beat each other, but you must pay back the money today." Qi Bo's face turned cold.

Sang Wan simply sat down on the ground, crossed his arms and said, "I don't have any money."

Qi Bo revealed his true colors: "No money? Then I'll sell you to a brothel to pay off the debt!"

Sang Wan sneered, "Why should Sang Daqing sell me the money he owes me? If you want to sell someone, you should sell him to me! Sell him to Baimalou as a waiter."

Qi Bo spitted and pointed at Sang Daqing, sneering, "Him? No one wants him even if he sells his ass."

Sang Daqing was so angry that he pounded the ground: "Qi Bo, you are killing people and destroying their hearts! After all, I am also a dashing and charming young man..."

The servant raised his hand and slapped him several times: "Brother, you are not allowed to interrupt the boss when he is talking."

Sang Daqing was knocked to the ground in a daze, not daring to say a word.

"Stop talking nonsense. Sang Wan, if you don't want to be sold to a brothel, make a bet with me." Qi Bo rubbed his fists.

He heard that Sang Wan won three games in a row at the Fugui Casino and had long wanted to meet this gambling god.

Sang Wan was stunned and looked at Qi Bo in disbelief: "What's wrong with your brain? I'll bet with you for 15,000 taels, and it'll be done?"

Qi Bo lifted his bangs to show off, revealing the scar that stretched from his brow to the bottom of his eye, which was quite scary.

He didn't care at all, just raised his thumb as if showing off his proudest medal.

"Of course, if you win, the account will be written off; if you lose..." He chuckled.

Sang Wan forced himself to remain calm and asked, "What if I lose?"

"If you lose, this money will be your betrothal gift, and you will be my wife."

Sang Wan: "Bah."

Sang Daqing: "Okay, okay!"

Sang Wan couldn't help but glare at him: "Shut up! Believe it or not, I'll stab you again."

"Don't!" Sang Daqing covered his butt and shrank into the corner.

"Qi Bo, with fifteen thousand taels, you can marry as many wives as you want. Why waste your time with me?"

Sang Wan tried to reason with him, "Give me three days, and I'll go back and sell all my valuables to raise the money to pay you back. But your bill is too high, so I'll cut off the top and bottom and give you a discount. I'll give you the full five hundred taels of gold. What do you think?"

Qi Bo's original intention was not to drink, and besides, Sang Wan was a rare and stunning beauty, so how could he give in so easily?

"Miss Sang, this won't do. The gambling house has its own rules. Sang Daqing has to pay back whatever he owes. I know exactly what your Sang family has. Forget five hundred taels of gold. Even if you sell your paralyzed mother, you still wouldn't be able to come up with the money."

Sang Daqing crawled towards Sang Wan and grabbed her ankles. "Wan, why don't you play a bet with him? You're the God of Gamblers, you'll definitely be able to win back everything your brother lost, with interest!"

Sang Wan stretched her legs in disgust: "Go away. Sang Daqing, you still have the nerve to say that? You haven't hurt me enough!"

"Sang Wan, our Sang family picked you up and raised you with all our might. Are you going to turn your back on us?!" Sang Daqing acted like a scoundrel, dragging her legs and crying bitterly: "If you don't help me, I won't let you go! Let's die together!"

Qi Bo kept clicking his tongue and said sarcastically:

"What a deep brother-sister love, they're bound together even until death. Miss Sang, what's so special about this family that you shouldn't miss it? You'd better follow me and live a life of luxury. I, Qi Bo, am quite well-known in Fengshui Town. Although I can't make you my principal wife, at least I won't let you down. I can find you the same things that other women have, so you can marry into our family with honor."

Sang Wan was speechless, what she said was better than what she sang.

"Thank you so much for thinking so highly of me, but I was born to endure hardship, and I cannot enjoy such wealth and honor. Goodbye."

She dragged her legs and tried to move forward, but Sang Daqing held her tightly and refused to let go.

"Let go!" "No!"

"Let go!" "No!"

The two were in a stalemate.

Qi Bo felt humiliated that such a handsome man like him was ignored and treated like air.

He was so angry that he said to the servant, "Miss Sang wants to leave, and we can't stop her. So we'll go capture Sang Daqing's wife and son, sell the wife to a brothel, and sell the son to the White Horse Tower as a prostitute, just as Miss Sang asked."

Sang Wan's eyes widened, "Qi Bo, when did I ever say I would sell my nephew?!"

"Sang Daqing wants to sell his ass, but Baimalou won't accept it. Your nephew is better off. He'll be trained from a young age, and when he's older, he can be auctioned off!"

"You, you are so lawless, do you still have laws?" Sang Wan was in tears.

"Kill someone and you must pay them back. Debts must be paid back. This is the law! Sang Daqing owes us money in the gambling house, so he must pay it back!"

Qi Bo bared his teeth, wishing he could swallow Sang Wan whole. He had tried to persuade her kindly, but she refused to listen, so he had to resort to trickery.

Sang Daqing dragged her legs, his snot and tears dripping onto the base of her trouser legs:

"It's late, I beg you, please make a bet with Boss Qi. Your sister-in-law and nephew can't be sold!"

Sang Wan covered her lips and nose with the back of her hand, suppressing the sadness in her heart, her eyes reddened: "Sang Daqing, your wife and children can't be sold, but I can? You really are my brother!!"

"Just think of it as your brother's apology to you. Please save him, for the last time! Seriously!"

Sang Wan sniffed, wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes, and looked extremely solemn:

"Sang Daqing, this is the last time. Do it for Dad's sake. Whether you live or die in the future has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, okay! I'll change, I definitely will! I'll never gamble again."

Sang Wan had long been disappointed in him, so naturally she wouldn't believe a word he said anymore.

She took a deep breath and said to Qi Bo, "Boss Qi, how do we bet?"

"Great!" Qi Bo clapped his hands, unable to hide the smile on his lips: "Miss Sang, please."

A group of people gathered around the wooden table, and Qi Bo and Sang Wan sat face to face.

Sang Daqing covered his butt and followed Sang Wan, wanting to see but not daring to say a word.

"I heard you rolled a stacked dice at the Fugui Casino, becoming famous overnight. Today, Qi wants to experience the charm of the God of Gamblers' wife. So, let's bet on Big or Small. How about that?"

Sang Wan licked her lips nervously: "Are we going to shake our own hands?"

"Everyone shakes their own dice, and after the dice are opened, compare the size, and the winner will be decided in one round. The bet is the 15,000 taels owed by Sang Daqing. If you win, he goes with you; if you lose, you go with me." A hint of cunning flashed in Qi Bo's eyes.

He didn't believe in the so-called God of Gamblers lady at all. It was the useless people in the Fugui Casino that made this girl so unlucky.

There is no such thing as luck in Sihai Casino. If there is, it is just because they are willing to let others win.

Sang Wan crossed her hands in front of her chest, lowered her eyes and silently prayed to the Buddha, Bodhisattva, the Three Pure Ones and other gods she could remember.

Sang Daqing ignored the knife on his butt and encouraged him with a grin: "Wan, I believe in you, you will definitely win!"

"If you can do it, then go ahead?" Sang Wan was furious. "If you can't, then shut up."

She had only been to a gambling house twice in her life. The last time she won something inexplicable at the Fugui Casino, and this time, she had no idea what to do.

The servant brought two dice cups, and Qi Bo opened them one by one, saying, "Three dice, check them and see if they are correct. Come on!"

Each of them held a dice cup, shook it for a while, and then put it back on the table.

Qi Bo spread his hands: "Young lady, please."

Sang Wan's palms were sweaty: "Let's open it together."

Qi Bo smiled evilly: "Okay, open it!"

They opened it together, and Sang Wan's heart fell to the bottom.

Hers was five, five, and six, a total of sixteen points; while Qi Bo's was six, five, and six, a total of seventeen points.

Qi Bo laughed triumphantly: "You are destined to be mine today!"

The servant beside him slammed the table in triumph: "What a gambling god, little lady, you're still going to lose."

With this palm strike, the six in Qi Bo's dice cup magically turned over and became a four!

Sang Daqing's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he pointed at the dice cup and yelled, "Fifteen! You got fifteen!"

"Qi Bo, you lose!"