Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Bitterer Than Drinking Chinese Medicine 1

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What an ungrateful, detestable woman!

Ruan Tianling silently cursed to himself, before gesturing with the last few cards in his hand: “Sorry, but I won.”

Dongfang Yu wailed, “Brother Ling, it’s okay if you’re always the landlord in every game of cards, but how come you keep winning too? Where’s the justice in that?!”

Ruan Tianling’s cousin, Li Mingchen, casually threw the cards on the table. Laughing, he said, “We were seeking to beat the landlord at his own game, but it seems we’ve been beaten by him all night instead. The landlord has only grown richer, while we peasants find our pockets flatter.”

After hearing this, Dongfang grew even more dispirited.

He originally thought that a game of cards wasn’t so complex and that he could certainly come out on top, but things aren’t always as they look — there’s always someone better out there.

Not only did he not win anyone’s money, but he lost his own instead.

Just thinking about losing a million in a single night was enough to give Dongfang a toothache.

Ruan Tianling rose to his feet, a beguiling smirk on his lips as he said, “I’ll be taking my leave first. Remember to deposit the money into my account.”

Having said that, he left the room without giving the two dispirited men another glance.

The wind was blowing outside, it seemed to have rained last night.

Ruan Tianling exited Night Emperor. A gust of wind blew, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

He had drunk too much the night before. The room was warm and the sudden gust of wind gave him a slight headache.

He drove back to the old house where a servant respectfully opened his car door for him, “Young master, Old Master Ruan is already up. He’s having tea in the living room.”

Ruan Tianling slightly raised his eyebrows.

His grandpa would usually go to the nearby park to exercise in the morning, but today he was drinking tea at home. It seemed that he was waiting for him.

He tossed the car keys to the servant, picked up his suit, and strode towards the living room.

Upon seeing him enter, Ruan Anguo lowered his eyes and said indifferently, “Come and have a cup of tea.”

Ruan Tianling took a seat next to him. Just as he was about to pour himself a cup of tea, Ruan Anguo lifted the teapot and poured him one instead. “Grandfather…” Ruan Tianling’s expression became somewhat grave.

He dared not accept his grandfather pouring tea for him.

“Drink.” Ruan Anguo set down the teapot and told him. Ruan Tianling lifted up the tea cup respectfully and took a sip.

The old man asked him, “How is the tea?”

“It has no taste.” He said truthfully. This tea tasted no different than plain boiled water.

Ruan Anguo nodded, picked up the teapot, and rose. “Sit for a while. I will go and make a fresh brew.”

“Grandfather, let me do it.’

“I will do it.”

Ruan Tianling sat back helpless. He didn’t understand his grandfather’s intentions, but he knew that his grandfather must have something to say.

Ruan Anguo came back with a new pot of tea. He poured Ruan Tianling a cup himself. The cup filled with hot steam and the tea’s aroma was delightful.

Ruan Tianling lifted the cup, took a sip, and knitted his brows slightly.

“Bitter, isn’t it?” asked the old man. Ruan Tianling nodded; indeed, it was very bitter, even more so than Chinese herbal medicine.

“What do you taste in your mouth now?”

“It doesn’t seem as bitter now.” It was incredibly bitter when he first drank, but now, there was a faint sweet aftertaste.

Old Master Ruan leaned against the sofa and asked, “Do you prefer the first cup of tea or the second one?”

“Comparing the two, I’d say the second one.” At least it had a taste, bitter though it was.

Ruan Anguo lifted the tea cup, took a leisurely sip, and asked, “Would you say, then, you prefer the Yufei of the past or Yufei as she is now?”

Ruan Tianling hesitated..