Chapter 1437 - A Prosperous Man (1/2)

Lu Ning's pupils constricted as she sucked in a breath of cold air. Yin Zhihan was one of the four seated at the main table.

He was here!

Yin Zhihan was wearing a navy blue sweater that opened into a V-neck. It complimented the pair of slim black pants he wore. Zhihan had styled his short brown hair in voluminous waves that framed his handsome features, enhancing his roguish charm under the warm light.

Beside him stood Ann.

”President Yin, your luck tonight is too good. You're cleaning us out!. The masque is about to start soon. How about this? Let's finish this with a bang. One game to play for keeps,” one of the men suggested with an easy smile.

”Yes, yes. Let's do it that way. President Yin, bring all the chips. I'm sure President Yin is not short on money anyway. Haha...” echoed his fellow gamblers.

Yin Zhihan narrowed his eyes and turned to Ann, pinching her fair cheek. ”Ann, why don't you decide?” he said casually.

”My goodness! President Yin certainly trusts you a great deal. It looks like you've got quite a lot on your plate. Are you sure you can manage it all without your hands shaking?”

Ann blushed under the crowd's teasing. She glanced at Yin Zhihan coquettishly, clinging to his side. ”Zhihan, let's go all-in.”

”Alright.” Yin Zhihan pushed all his chips up without any hesitation.

”President Yin truly is forthright! I like it!” One of his fellow gamblers gave him a thumbs up.

Lu Ning's heart jumped into her mouth. How could he be so nonchalant? What if he lost?

A wave of anger rose in her chest. Zhihan had said that he would not return to the company for half a year. She thought that he had pressing business to attend to. Who knew he would be spending his time away from the company onboard a yacht gambling? To think he even brought Ann along with him!

She was beside herself with fury.

Although she was mad with him, there was not much she could do for the moment. The game had already begun. All she could do was pray for his success. The anxiety that gnawed at her heart caused her to break out in cold sweat. Lu Ning could not bear the thought of him losing.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, or at least the tides of fortune had answered her prayer, but nothing could defeat the sense of relief that washed over her when Zhihan flourished a winning hand. He had won.