272: Dad! Don't move!

How much must this be worth?

Eight hundred thousand?

Probably even more!

Now I've really hit the jackpot!

A brainless pauper like Su Cha doesn't deserve such a nice house at all!

He deserves to lose it to me! Once I win this house, I'll flip it for a sale or rent it out—that's another tidy sum of income! Great! Coming back for this wedding today was truly worth it!

He looked at Su Cha's stupid, martyr-like expression, his heart filled with the utmost contempt.

A piece of trash who has no ability but insists on acting tough deserves to be toyed with in the palm of my hand!

Just like his useless father, he's a born lowlife who doesn't deserve anything good!

The crowd of onlookers stirred again, the focus of their discussions centered on the furious Wenchalong and the crazed Su Cha and his wife.

"Oh my, Wenchalong is so angry... his face has turned purple! I hope he doesn't actually get sick from the rage!"

"Nonsense! Wouldn't you be angry if it were you? That's a new house! You might work hard your whole life just to earn one, and his son bets it without even blinking—who wouldn't go crazy?"

"If you ask me, Su Cha was also driven to a dead end. But... this stake is just too terrifying."

"Wenchalong knows how to be anxious now? Where was he earlier? Wasn't he the one who forced his son to accompany Atapong in playing cards? Now that things have spiraled out of control, he knows how to worry?"

"Exactly! A typical domestic tyrant! He doesn't dare to make a sound in front of outsiders, only acting tough with his own son!"

"But then again, Su Cha's wife is really bold! This woman is not simple!"

"What's not simple about it? I think she's just stupid! The couple is equally stupid! Just wait for them to lose everything!"

Wenchalong listened to the discussions around him, especially those words accusing him of 'where was he earlier' and being a 'domestic tyrant,' which made his internal organs ache with rage.

The more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. Why was Su Cha so confident?

Could the cards in his hand really be that big?

A thought suddenly popped up: Yes!

Check the cards!

See exactly what cards his son is holding that made him so crazy!

He lunged toward the three face-down cards in front of Su Cha on the table, shouting, "Let me see! Let me see what cards you have! If you dare to lie to me..."

Su Cha was startled, but he was quick. He immediately covered his cards tightly with his entire palm and said sharply, "Dad! Don't touch them!"

He knew exactly what kind of person his father was; his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were all written on his face.

If his father saw that he had a straight flush and got excited, showing a flaw on his face, and Atapong across from them noticed it, then his last hope for a comeback might be gone!

Atapong would very likely choose not to reveal his cards out of wariness or find another way to disrupt the game.

"You... you animal! You won't even let me see the cards?!" Wenchalong hadn't expected his son to actually dare to stop him. He was so angry that smoke was practically coming out of his ears. He raised his hand, wanting to give Su Cha a slap. "I'm your father! What's wrong with me taking a look?!"

Seeing this, Su Qing and Su Ya quickly rushed forward to grab their father's arms from both sides. "Dad! Don't do it!"

"Dad! Calm down!"

Su Cha's wife also stood in front of her husband, anxiously trying to persuade her father-in-law.

"Dad! Please don't be like this! Su Cha isn't the type to act recklessly! He must have his reasons and confidence for doing this! And... and the game has already reached this point, the stakes are down. If we say we're not playing now, they... they won't agree anyway!"

As she spoke, she glanced at the sneering Atapong opposite them.

Atapong curled his lips smugly and said slowly,

"That's right. There are no fathers and sons at the gambling table, much less relatives. Once a bet is placed, there's no taking it back. Since this house has been put up, it's part of the stakes. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't be able to take it back!"

His greedy gaze swept over the house deed, already considering it a prize in his pocket.

Listening to his daughter-in-law's words, seeing Atapong's arrogant face that looked certain of victory, and feeling the uncertain gazes of his children as they tried to stop him, Wenchalong felt only despair.

He pointed at Su Cha and his daughter-in-law, his finger trembling violently, his chest hurting so much he could barely speak a full sentence:

"You... every one of you... you're trying to drive me to my death... trying to kill me with anger..."

His vision went black in waves, his body swayed, and he nearly collapsed.

Su Qing and Su Ya were so frightened they quickly supported him with all their strength to a nearby chair and began rubbing his chest to help him breathe.

Wenchalong slumped in the chair, clutching his chest and gasping for air, his eyes unfocused as if all his energy had been drained in an instant.

Seeing Wenchalong in this state, the discussions started up again:

"Sigh, if you ask me, Su Cha should just admit defeat! Look at what he's done to his father. What if something really happens? They're relatives after all; if he bows his head and apologizes, Atapong might even return the three golds."

"Are you dreaming? Can't you see it by now? Atapong doesn't consider them relatives at all! He's intentionally trying to ruin them! Admit defeat now? He won't get the house deed or the three golds back!"

"Exactly! Once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back! Admitting defeat now would be more humiliating than losing, and the items would still be gone."

"This Su Cha is really... his father was right to call him a prodigal son! And his wife, instead of stopping him, she added fuel to the fire by handing over the house deed! What a brainless family!"

"Sigh, if only they had known earlier. Losing the three golds was one thing, but now even the house they need to live in might be gone. With their family's circumstances, buying another house would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens!"

"Why are you all so pessimistic about Su Cha? Why do I feel like Su Cha is exceptionally calm and confident? Maybe he really can win!"

"Win? Win with what? By dreaming? I'll put it this way: if Su Cha can win, I'll do a handstand and eat shit on the spot! Three tons of it!"

Listening to the discussions around him, especially those voices supporting Su Cha or expecting him to win, Atapong found it laughable.

He looked contemptuously at Su Cha, who seemed to be facing a heroic sacrifice, and intentionally raised his voice.

"Oho! Not that I'm saying anything, but you young couple really know how to go all out! You even dare to put up your wedding house against me? I'm truly impressed!"

Su Cha had completely thrown caution to the wind now. Facing Atapong's mockery, instead of backing down, he straightened his back.

He stared into Atapong's eyes and replied word by word:

"Is this your choice, idol?"

He leaned forward, his hand pressed on the house deed, his gaze like a torch.

"The wedding house, market value eight hundred thousand—I've bet it! That's three hundred thousand more than you! Now, please, answer, me—"

He spat out the final question almost one word at a time:

"Do! You! Want! To! Raise! The! Stakes! Any! Further?!!!"

Lei Jun sighed inwardly.

Lei Jun hadn't expected Su Qing's brother to be so impulsive.

To actually bet his own wedding house directly!

It's over; Su Cha has fallen for the trap. His wedding house is going to be gone too!

At this thought, she shook her head helplessly. Su Cha was too impulsive, and she and Su Qing didn't even have time to stop him.