26: The Yandere Warlord's Substitute Bride 26

The Mahjong Hall was bustling with people.

Wen Yan, knowing that Wen Ci had recently taken to frequenting the Mahjong Hall, had planned to run into her today.

However, she saw General Fu first, and her eyes lit up, but then twisted for a moment when she saw his hand around Wen Ci.

Although her plan had failed that day, she could at least tell that General Fu still cared about her; otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his temper so badly.

He must still be angry with her.

Wen Yan had gradually brainwashed herself.

Duan Lin was also playing Mahjong there, and when he saw a crowd gathered around Wen Ci, he got up and joined them, wanting to see what outfit Wen Ci had chosen today.

Perhaps Wen Ci herself didn't realize that these past few days, she had already become the focus of everyone's attention, both openly and secretly.

Her stunning looks, combined with her daily exquisite styling, made her incredibly eye-catching; no one could ignore her.

"I want to join a game too," a voice suddenly said.

Everyone looked over to see Wen Yan smiling as she approached.

She was also wearing a dark green cheongsam today, similar in color to Wen Ci's.

But comparing people often leads to frustration.

Everyone's gazes were subtle.

Wen Yan no longer intended to avoid General Fu, so she directly stepped forward, ignoring the various looks from others.

She was betting that General Fu still cared about her.

Miss Li glanced at Wen Yan, then at Wen Ci, her eyes twinkling as she smiled and said, "Then you come."

She stood up and offered her seat.

Wen Yan sat opposite Wen Ci, her smile sweet, "Little sister, long time no see."

As she spoke, her gaze was fixed on General Fu beside Wen Ci, her voice coquettish.

However, General Fu didn't even spare her a glance, focusing intently on arranging his wife's tiles.

Wen Yan gritted her teeth fiercely.

Wen Ci saw through her trick and couldn't be bothered to respond, letting out a scoff as she continued to draw a tile.

Everyone around was watching the show, having guessed that these two sisters were at odds.

They found it to be true, only this first round, Wen Yan's complete defeat was obvious, and they couldn't help but sneer.

Miss Li, in particular, gritted her teeth, thinking what a waste.

She had originally hoped that Wen Yan could properly humble Wen Ci.

She just couldn't stand Wen Ci's perpetually poised demeanor; she was just a fallen noble daughter, after all, so why did she possess such an aura?

She would only be happy if she saw Wen Ci being timid and submissive.

And now, she was clearly not happy.

The few of them continued to draw tiles, and Wen Yan, feeling unconvinced, couldn't help but mock again, "Little sister, you must look carefully.

Some tiles, you mustn't pick the wrong one."

She deliberately emphasized the word "tile," making it sound meaningful, "What isn't yours will never be yours.

If you take the wrong one, you'll have to return it."

The private room instantly fell silent.

Wen Ci's red lips curved slightly, her fingertips gently tapping the Mahjong tiles in front of her, without even raising an eyelid, "Sister is right."

She suddenly pushed down the tiles in front of her, revealing a 'pure one suit,' then looked up, smiling elegantly yet sharply, "However, I've always been lucky; the tiles I want, they'll deliver themselves to my door."

She glanced pointedly at General Fu, the man beside her was looking down, playing with her hair, a doting curve on his lips, "Madam has such good luck."

Wen Yan's face stiffened, her hand reaching out to draw a tile trembled slightly, and she spoke without thinking, "You clearly stole a tile just now, that tile should have been mine…"

"Bang!"

General Fu suddenly slammed the teacup in his hand onto the table, splashing a few drops of tea that made Wen Yan quickly pull back her hand.

His aura instantly turned cold, scaring everyone into holding their breath.

Wen Yan's face turned pale, immediately realizing she had spoken wrongly, and forced a smile, saying, "General Fu, what's wrong? I just…"

"Just what?" Wen Ci's fingertips gently rested on General Fu's veined hand, "Do you just think that not only these good tiles in my hand should be yours, but even my husband should have been yours?"

Wen Yan's hand trembled.

She hadn't expected Wen Ci to say it directly in front of so many people!

Although she thought that way in her heart, she hadn't said it out loud.

Now that Wen Ci, that bitch, had exposed it, everyone would think in that direction!

How could she possibly salvage this?

The bustling Mahjong Hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone couldn't help but feel both nervous and excited.

In this silence, General Fu's deep, magnetic laughter, laced with danger, echoed through the Mahjong Hall.

Everyone inexplicably felt a shiver down their spines.

He turned his hand, intertwined his fingers with Wen Ci's, brought them to his lips, and kissed them in front of everyone, "I… I recognize my master; I belong only to my wife."

Recognize my master.

These two words, like knives, pierced Wen Yan's heart, and like a bomb thrown into everyone's hearts, directly shattered all their previous stereotypical impressions of General Fu as cold and ruthless.

Oh my god, it was truly unbelievable.

The esteemed General Fu would actually say such words.

Wen Yan finally couldn't hold back, she abruptly stood up, so angry she was about to cry, "You two…"

General Fu interrupted her, his gaze chilling, "If I hear another unpleasant word,"

His fingertips gently tapped the pistol at his waist, "What gets knocked over… won't just be a teacup anymore."

Wen Yan's blood ran cold, unable to believe that General Fu would actually threaten her with a gun!

And all for that bitch Wen Ci!

Eventually, the Mahjong Hall owner stepped in and escorted Wen Yan out, finally calming the undercurrent of terrifying tension.

Wen Ci was very lucky and had a great time playing.

As Wen Yan was being escorted out, she leaned into General Fu's arms and sweetly asked, "Xiao Zhouzhou, do you think I picked the wrong tile?"

General Fu dotingly kissed her forehead, "What's mine is yours, even I am yours, so how could there be a mistake?"

Wen Ci giggled, swaying like a flower, captivating the eyes of a group of people.

When Wen Yan looked back, the jealousy in her heart soared to the sky, and her rationality was about to completely disappear.

Everyone was both shocked and awed; only Wen Ci could call the esteemed General Fu "Xiao Zhouzhou."

The eyes of the ladies and young misses playing cards were filled with envy and jealousy.

Wen Ci completely disregarded the gazes of others and enjoyed playing cards with General Fu immensely.

Together, their luck was incredibly good, making everyone in the Mahjong Hall widen their eyes in disbelief, a chorus of gasps filling the air.