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Yun glanced over and indeed saw it; her eyes widened in surprise. With a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, she began to draw the cards one by one. During this process, some of the other cards slipped from her hands, and she hurriedly tried to insert them back.
Jiang Shiyu noticed her lips curve upward, seemingly amused by her antics. The others looked at Jiang Shiyu behind her and collectively shook their heads, indicating they wouldn't engage.
Yun prepared to play an eight, but Jiang Shiyu said, "Shun Zi." His voice was deeper than usual, carrying a magnetic resonance that lingered in her ears, sending a slight shiver down her spine. Yun Er Jian felt a flush creeping up her cheeks.
She maintained an outward calmness, but inside, her heart was in turmoil. Following Jiang Shiyu's cue, she played the last card—just a three. The three of them exchanged glances and began to urge Jiang Shiyu to leave. "Don't cause trouble," Peng Qingyu said. "You came here today claiming you would take Yun down a notch, but your presence has completely disrupted our plans."
Upon hearing this, Yun couldn't sit still any longer. "Hey, you three are too much! All you think about is how to take my money!" She tossed out her final card and declared, "I'm done playing with you guys; just give me my winnings!"
They were playing for small stakes—only two dollars each. As the three of them dug into their pockets, Yun felt a sense of satisfaction holding onto a few bills. This was her first time winning money. Previously, she had lost quite badly.
Seeing the girl so delighted over winning such a small amount made Jiang Shiyu smirk slightly as he said, "I'll help you play and win back what you lost before."
Yun paused, her expression changing as she stood up with a cool tone. "No thanks; I’m not really interested in winning."
"Let's play Mahjong!" Qin Nianzhe called out to her.
Yun shook her head. "I don’t know how to play Mahjong; you all go ahead."
Shu Ran filled Yun's vacant spot at the table while Yun pulled up a chair beside him to watch them play cards. With three players missing for Mahjong, Shu Ran's mom joined in.
Shu Ran's mom was quite skilled at Mahjong; the smile on her face never faded as she enjoyed herself immensely.
As midnight approached, they all turned their attention to Yan Zhuang. With the final seconds ticking away, it burst into the night with a loud bang, exploding into a dazzling display of colors.
Yun looked up, squinting against the bright light. Qin Nianzhe called Qin Nianchu. She was at a gala and couldn't make it. He handed the phone to Yun. "Nianchu, Xin Kuai Le, how's it going on your end?"
From the audience seats, Qin Nianchu whispered into the phone, "Xin Kuai Le, I'm almost done here. It doesn't really affect me." The position wasn't significant; it was just a formality.
Qin Nianzhe asked, "That guy brought Jiang Shiyu over. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Yun replied as she moved to another spot to talk, her gaze fixed on the dimly lit bushes. What could possibly happen? She had let go of so much already.
After chatting with Qin Nianchu for a while, she hung up and noticed that Shu Ran and Cheng Zhou had disappeared again. She didn't search for them; they could sort out their own issues.
Back inside, everyone had started drinking. Yun abstained, fearing she might embarrass herself, and sat quietly listening to the others talk.
Yu Meng was venting about a director who didn't understand dance and gave poor directions, resulting in a production that looked like a mouse droppings.
Time flew by as everyone shone in their respective fields; they were no longer students complaining about homework or rising cafeteria prices or an inconsiderate classmate. The conversation shifted to work, salaries, interpersonal relationships, bosses, societal changes, and the big issue of marriage.
It was strange; all of them were around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, yet none were married.
Yu Meng had a bit too much to drink and became more talkative. "Who do you think will be the first among us to get married?"
Qin Nianzhe replied, "I don’t know; anyway, Brother Yu will definitely be the last."
The group shared disdain for Jiang Shiyu; if it weren't for the special occasion today, they would have kicked him out outright.
Yu Meng scoffed, "Not including him."
Xu chimed in, "I actually think Yun is getting close to it. Is Zhao Moran still seeing Song Zhuang lately?"
Yun paused for a moment, feeling a bit awkward before nodding her head.
Every day, he would send different messages, but their conversations were few. He was very measured; knowing that Yun didn't like him, he didn't engage in lengthy chats. Song Zhuang also continued to send messages only because Yun hadn't said anything against it.
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