As night fell, the lights in the Gambling Stone Club shimmered like a woven tapestry, illuminating every surface of the jadeite stones. The air was thick with a tense and intricate atmosphere, as if countless invisible threads were quietly intertwining. Qin Yao stood in a corner of the room, her cold gaze sweeping over the surroundings. Each face of the gamblers wore a smile that seemed both near and distant, concealing their own hidden agendas.
“Qin Yao, aren’t you going to give it a try?” Li Haowen approached her, his voice low.
Qin Yao looked up at him, a barely perceptible smile gracing her lips. “Why? Do you think I can discern anything from these stones?”
Li Haowen’s expression grew serious, a flicker of complexity crossing his eyes. “You’re much smarter than I imagined, but you underestimate these people. This isn’t just about gambling stones; it’s more like an unfathomable game.”
Qin Yao nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on the stones laid out on the table. “I know, but regardless, we must win tonight. This gambling game involves more than just family wealth.”
Li Haowen seemed to sense her determination and sighed softly, ultimately choosing not to say more. “Alright then, if you’ve made up your mind, I won’t stop you.”
At that moment, Qin Yao’s attention was drawn to a familiar figure. Qin Hao, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit and wearing an innate elegant smile, was discussing tonight's arrangements with several other gamblers. Upon seeing Qin Yao, his smile remained unchanged, though a hint of provocation flickered in his eyes.
“Qin Yao, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said as he approached her, his tone playful yet layered with unspoken meaning.
Qin Yao smiled faintly and unconsciously glanced at the prominent figures beside him. “You’re not surprised? Who wouldn’t come to tonight’s Gambling Stone Meeting?”
Qin Hao raised an eyebrow slightly, appearing somewhat displeased but quickly masking his expression. He cleared his throat and said softly, “However, I’m a bit concerned that as an outsider, you might not truly be able to see anything from these stones.”
Qin Yao did not respond immediately; instead, she shot him a cold glance. She understood that every word from Qin Hao was laced with ulterior motives. As the heir of the family, he appeared magnanimous on the surface but harbored deep thoughts and calculations that surpassed anyone else’s.
“You’re overthinking it,” Qin Yao replied dismissively.
Qin Hao seemed to catch the implication in her words, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes, yet a meaningful smile curled at the corners of his mouth. "Then let’s see who can laugh last at tonight's Gambling Game."
With that, he turned and walked towards several other Gambling Stone players. Qin Yao took a deep breath, her gaze growing colder. She knew that tonight she was not just gambling with stones; she was betting on the future of her family, and this Gambling Game was one she could not afford to lose.
Soon after, the Gambling Stone Meeting officially began. The lights in the venue brightened, and several Gambling Stone players stepped up to the stage, pushing their stones onto the table. Each piece of stone was vastly different; some had rough surfaces with intricate patterns, while others were smooth and exuded an extraordinary aura. Each stone concealed an unknown story, all intertwined with wealth and power.
Qin Yao sat firmly in her seat, but her mind was already calculating. Tonight, she needed to not only overcome the risks of Gambling Stone but also seize the opportunity to solidify her family's position. She understood that Qin Hao was never lacking in intelligence, but sometimes his arrogance led him to overestimate his own abilities. She could glean hints from the appearance and texture of the stones and catch subtle clues from everyone’s words and actions. Tonight's Gambling Game was not merely a material transaction; it was a contest of wits and courage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Gambling Game begins,” a commanding voice interrupted her thoughts. Qin Yao turned to see Qin Guodong, an elder of the the Qin Family, whose gaze radiated calmness and authority. “The rules for tonight are simple: each participant may choose three stones for Gambling Stone. The outcome will be determined by the quality and weight of the jade.”
Listening to him, Qin Yao smiled slightly to herself. This rule seemed straightforward but was fraught with variables. The authenticity of each stone concealed immense risks. Ultimately, what decided the Gambling Game was not the stones themselves but rather human nature.
As Qin Guodong’s words settled in, the Gambling Stone officially commenced. Several players began to step forward to select their stones while Qin Yao calmly observed from the side. She scrutinized the stones on the table with an impassive expression while rapidly analyzing each stone's potential in her mind. The exterior of each stone could hide countless secrets; only those with keen insight could uncover the clues within.
Just as she focused on her thoughts, Qin Hao suddenly approached her side and said with a light laugh, “Qin Yao, don’t get too absorbed in these stones; sometimes watching people is more important than examining rocks.”
Qin Yao cast him a cold glance and replied icily, “You’re right, just like how you viewed every move in our family’s strategy back then—only to be outmaneuvered in the end. What you don’t understand is not just about stones but how to remain calm in such an environment.”
Qin Hao was momentarily taken aback by her words; anger flashed in his eyes before he quickly regained his composure. “Ha, Qin Yao, it seems you are even more resilient than I imagined. But can you truly discern anything from these stones? You must know that this Gambling Stone Meeting is far from what you think it is.”
“Don’t worry; I know what I need to do.” Qin Yao said no more and turned towards the gambling table.
Qin Hao watched her retreating figure with a deep gaze, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. He knew tonight would be an extraordinary contest. On this stage of Gambling Stone, who could laugh last and truly grasp victory would be what mattered most.
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