The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Inside the private room, Lord Sikong drank half a cup of tea, and Duan Jicai, the owner of Jixiang Gambling House, arrived late.

"How have you been, Third Young Master Sikong?"

Duan Ji strode into the room, apologetic smile on his face, and said warmly, "I heard that you, Third Young Master, had won a great victory at the front and returned in triumph. I originally wanted to pay you a visit, but I was tied up with family matters a few days ago and had to leave the capital..."

A smile immediately appeared on the young and handsome face. Lord Sikong quickly stood up, his eager eyes sweeping over Duan Ji a few times. "Oh... Boss Duan, how have you been? You really think of me quite a bit, going to all the trouble of delivering this letter to our Ministry of War. It's been more than half a year since I last saw you, and you've become more and more presentable..."

"Haha, Third Young Master, this is a complete misunderstanding! I did instruct that the letter be delivered to you, but that fool couldn't find you, so he had to entrust Lord Fang of your Ministry of War to deliver it... I have already taught him a lesson. I am deeply sorry for the trouble I have caused you, Third Young Master."

"Mr. Duan, no need to be nervous. Didn't I say anything to you? It's quite cool at night, why are you sweating so much? Come, sit down and let's talk. Hmm... what kind of tea is this? It tastes dry and rough. Mr. Duan, this is not to your liking. In my memory, Mr. Duan's taste is very... hehe..."

Lord Sikong pointed to the seat next to him and smiled calmly.

"Manager Li, immediately brew a pot of the snow mountain Pu'er tea that I brought back from the Great Wilderness last time, and also take some back for the Third Young Master to enjoy."

Duan Ji sat down with a smile.

Lord Sikong clasped his hands slightly and smiled, "Boss Duan is as generous as ever. Since Boss Duan is so enthusiastic, I won't stand on ceremony."

"Young Master, there's no need for such formalities. Our friendship goes without saying."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Duan, you are a warm and straightforward person. I, Sikong Jin, also like to be friends with people like you. By the way, how has your wife been lately?"

Lord Sikong asked with great enthusiasm.

Duan Ji was slightly taken aback. He felt that Sikong Jin was acting strangely. Why did he bring up his wife when they were having a proper conversation?

My wife doesn't know you at all!

Despite his doubts, Duan Ji still smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Third Young Master. My wife is doing well."

Lord Sikong nodded and chatted with Duan Ji about various unimportant things until the steward brought out the good tea. Lord Sikong drank a cup and then took a comfortable breath.

"Truly worthy of being a top-grade snow mountain Pu'er tea, excellent tea indeed!"

Lord Sikong put down his teacup and said unhurriedly, "Alright, the main reason for my visit is still about that debt. I've brought the money, but where's the IOU?"

Finally, we got down to business. Duan Ji took a breath.

"The IOU is still with me, but how did you manage to scrape together such a large sum all at once, Third Young Master? Would you like me to give you a few more months?"

Duan Ji stared intently at Sikong Jin's face, not missing a single reaction, and tentatively asked.

"No need for grace period, and don't worry about how you managed to scrape together the money, Mr. Duan. Now, take out the IOU."

Lord Sikong reached into his sleeve and pulled out a thick stack of silver notes. He casually waved them around, then picked up a few notes and fiddled with them absentmindedly. Duan Ji glanced at them and saw that they were indeed silver notes of varying denominations...

He was stunned for a long time before finally laughing awkwardly, "Third Young Master is indeed a man of his word! But... to come up with so much money all at once, the Sikong Mansion is truly wealthy and powerful. Third Young Master is indeed worthy of..."

Upon hearing this, Lord Sikong raised his eyebrows slightly, a half-smile on his face, and said, "As long as I can produce the money, that's fine. You've already sent your helper to my door, so you must raise the money no matter what. I think you're a person of good faith. I've brought the money, but Boss Duan, where's the IOU? I need to check if you still have it."

“Yes, yes!”

Duan Ji smiled and had no choice but to take out a note from his sleeve, unfold it, and hand it to Sikong Jin. "Third Young Master, this is the IOU. Look, this is the original you signed."

Sikong Jin examined it carefully for a long time before nodding, "Yes, this is the IOU."

"Third Young Master, I would never lie."

Duan Ji also smiled in agreement.

"I still believe in your character, Mr. Duan. Here, take all the money, and give me the IOU." Sikong Jin handed over a thick stack of silver notes.

"Of course, Third Young Master, here's an IOU."

Duan Ji also gave the IOU to Sikong Jin.

"Here, take this money. You'd better count it. I don't want you to tell me I don't have enough money after I leave. Count it while I'm still here."

Lord Sikong took it, examined it, carefully folded the IOU, a smile playing on his lips, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile.

As Duan Ji put the silver notes into his sleeve, he laughed loudly, "Haha, I believe in you, Third Young Master. To be able to gather such a large sum of money in such a short time, Third Young Master is indeed extraordinary. I admire you... um?"

Before Duan Ji could finish speaking, a loud 'bang' suddenly came from the tightly closed window. In the blink of an eye, a gust of cold wind swept past, and with a few 'poof' sounds, the lights in the private room went out, plunging the entire room into darkness!

'Awooo—'

A chilling gust of wind rushed in, followed by several faint, eerie cries.

'Bang! Bang!'

Relying on his memory, Lord Sikong swiftly grabbed a vase and smashed it on the ground, shouting, "What's going on?"

Duan Ji was stunned for a moment.

Why did the light go out?

Lady Sikong pushed aside the tea table beside her, and the tea set clattered to the floor. She jumped up abruptly, looking flustered. "What was that sound? What fell over?"

The tables and chairs in the private room were almost overturned by the strong wind. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Duan Ji felt himself being thrown up by a powerful force and slammed towards the opposite side.

"who?"

Duan Ji felt a sense of unease, but he tried to calm himself and said in a cold, low voice.

'Bah! '

'puff! '

"Hey, which bastard dares to hit me?"

Lord Sikong's shrill scream rang out, "Boss Duan, why the hell did you bump into me? Ouch...who hit me?"

"what!"

With everything pitch black and unable to see anything, Duan Ji felt as if a cold, dark shadow swept around him and struck him with a palm, sending him flying through the air and being blasted away by the strong wind!

Everything happened so fast!