Part 1The Mahjong Heiress

I, a Trust Fund Baby, developed only one hobby after marriage: playing Mahjong. Who knew I would lose three Manhattan Condos in half a year.

This day, I was indecisive between the One Wan (10,000) and Eight Wan (80,000) tiles, when suddenly a tender voice came from my belly.

"Mommy! Quick! Only playing One Wan can break the game! Otherwise, we are really done for!"

I was stunned for a moment, immediately followed by a string of weird floating comments flashing across my eyes.

[Don't listen! Play Eight Wan! One Wan is a death cannon tile, the opponent has a full flush and is waiting for One Wan single wait!]

[Play it and you lose a top-spec Porsche Panamera! Your monthly allowance isn't enough to cover it!]

[If you lose again this time, your dad definitely won't give you allowance anymore!]

I was completely confused, who should I believe?

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I stroked my slightly protruding belly, gaze wandering between One Wan and Eight Wan.

"Mommy! Play One Wan quickly! This is the only chance!"

The tender voice came from my belly again, with unquestionable firmness.

I looked down, saw the left side of my belly bulge slightly, as if the baby inside was waving anxiously.

But immediately after, the floating comments appeared before my eyes again.

[Don't believe! Play Eight Wan! If you lose again, your dad won't give you allowance!]

I bit my lip lightly, falling into a dilemma.

Yes.

My dad said, lose again, and he will confiscate my monthly 8-figure allowance.

"Mommy don't be afraid," baby's voice sounded again, "As long as we win this round, Grandpa will definitely look at you with new eyes!"

"Baby, are you sure?" I lowered my voice asking.

Left belly bulged again.

I remembered my mom's words.

When my mom was pregnant with me, my dad's luck reached its peak, sweeping Las Vegas casinos, earning the name "God of Gamblers".

Maybe, my Chan family bloodline is really destined from the fetus stage.

Thinking of this, I made up my mind.

Daughter of the dignified Poker King Mr. Chan, how can I not win against these few ordinary women?!

I took a deep breath, gently pushed out the tile.

"One Wan!"

Seeing me drop the tile, opponent Sister-in-law Brenda's eyes lit up.

She stared at that One Wan, fingers constantly rubbing the tiles in hand, but delayed action.

At this time, strange floating comments emerged again.

[Done, completely done! Chloe actually really played One Wan!]

Hearing this, my brows frowned deeper.

Did I really play wrong?

But next second, Brenda picked up a new tile.

Didn't even look, directly played it out.

"Eight Wan."

"Mahjong (Hu)!"

I was overjoyed, pushed down the tiles.

"Full flush plus All Pungs! Big win, 9 fan!"

Brenda's face turned iron green, Sister-in-law Tiffany (husband's sister) bit her lip tight, and that accompanying friend Vicky looked at me deeply.

Just then, baby in belly came giggling laughter.

"Mommy, I didn't say wrong right? Keep Eight Wan, play One Wan, we won."

I stroked my belly with satisfaction, secretly delighted.

Sure enough, our old Chan family children, carry luck from the womb.

Floating comments surged like tide again.

[Impossible! Opponent clearly waiting for One Wan! Why not win but play Eight Wan?]

[Fraud! Absolutely fraud!]

[Chloe! Wake up, this game is wrong!]

I automatically ignored these annoying texts, gathered the chips into my arms.

At night I brought home the hard-won trophies, but saw my usually late-returning husband in the living room.

"Congratulations, luck so good today."

I froze.

Married for half a year, Jason never came home before 10 PM.

More importantly, he never actively asked about my mahjong games.

Just then, floating comments appeared again.

[Because he is monitoring you!]

[Chloe, your husband doesn't love you at all, he married you just for the Chan family money!]

My heart tightened.

He doesn't love me?

Baby in belly immediately retorted, "Mommy, Daddy loves you! To marry you, he knelt in snow for three days and nights, almost froze off his legs! Did you forget all these?"

I didn't forget.

That winter was especially cold, snow very thick, one step down, up to knees.

Jason knelt at my door, snow covering his shoulders.

Father stood in front of the second-floor window, watching this scene, said coldly, "Let him kneel, see how much sincerity this poor boy has!"

Three days later, Jason was sent to the hospital, legs almost amputated.

I cried begging father, finally exchanged for a marriage.

"I heard you won a lot today, if Dad knows, he must be very happy."

I instantly alert, "You have contact with my dad?"

After I married Jason, my dad except giving me living expenses monthly, didn't say an extra word.

Floating comments crazily scrolling now.

[He is lying! Chloe, don't believe him!]

But baby in belly comforted me.

"Mommy, Daddy is worried about you. You can't be suspicious, it's not good for baby me either."

I nodded, "I'm tired, going upstairs to rest first."