Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

The New Year's Eve dinner went much more smoothly than expected.

The dishes were cleared away and replaced with fruit and snacks; it was only a little past four o'clock, and it wasn't dark yet.

Looking at the still early sky outside the window, and then at the people sitting around in the living room, Luo Bingbing smiled and suggested, "It's still early, how about we play a few rounds of mahjong?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen stood up and straightened his sleeves: "You guys have fun, there's a foreign business partner we need to deal with."

"Hey, bro, don't go!"

Lu Er quickly grabbed the person, "We're one short for the game, you can't run away."

Lu Chen looked helplessly at his wife.

Luo Bingbing turned her gaze to Leng Qinghua, who was sitting on a single sofa.

Her voice carried just the right amount of coquettishness and encouragement: "Mom, Ah Chen is busy with work, but you're sure to have good luck today. Why don't you come and play with us?"

Leng Qinghua, holding a teacup, raised her eyes upon hearing this: "Yes, let's go to the card room."

Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, gave Luo Bingbing a grateful look, and then slipped into the study.

He'd rather look at financial statements than get double-teamed by his mom and brother at the poker table.

The automatic mahjong machine in the card room hummed, and the sound of shuffling the tiles was crisp and pleasant.

The four people sat down.

Lu Er naturally sat next to Song Jingmo, opposite Luo Bingbing, and Leng Qinghua sat to Song Jingmo's left.

While arranging the cards, Luo Bingbing casually asked, "Does Jingmo usually play these kinds of games? Mahjong, Pai Gow, poker, do you know them all?"

Song Jingmo was arranging the cards in front of him in a row, just like Lu Er, when he heard this, he shook his head.

He answered very frankly: "I don't really know how. My family is quite strict and doesn't allow me to touch these things. I only know the simplest way to play poker; I don't know much about the others."

He paused, then looked at Luo Bingbing and Leng Qinghua, his tone serious, "But I can learn on the spot. Please teach me, Auntie and Sister-in-law."

"Wow, what a good student!"

Luo Bingbing laughed and joked, "Okay, for the first game, we'll teach you how to recognize the cards and the basic rules."

Leng Qinghua didn't say anything, but slowly and methodically arranged her cards.

The first game, ostensibly for fun, was actually a teaching session, with Lu Er giving the most enthusiastic instruction.

Leaning close to Song Jingmo's ear, he quickly and quietly explained what Wan, Tiao, and Tong tiles were, what wind tiles and arrow tiles were, what eating, ponging, and kong were, and what it meant to be ready to win or to take a winning hand.

"This is Red Dragon, this is Fortune, this is White Dragon... Put these three together and you get a set of arrow-shaped tiles, which can earn you extra points!"

Lu Er pointed at the cards, speaking with great enthusiasm.

Song Jingmo listened attentively, nodding occasionally and asking one or two questions now and then.

Leng Qinghua and Luo Bingbing also cooperated, explaining why they played a particular card.

After one round, Song Jingmo had basically recognized all the cards and had a grasp of the basic rules.

Luo Bingbing: "How's Jingmo doing? Should we do another round to solidify his skills?"

Song Jingmo looked at the not-so-neat but barely formed deck of cards in front of him: "I've memorized it pretty much, we can start playing now."

The game officially began.

Lu Er was delighted, thinking that Song Jingmo was a newbie, so she could definitely dominate and win some New Year's money.

She had even already planned which newly opened dessert shop she would take Song Jingmo to the next day if she won money.

In the first round, Song Jingmo did seem a bit rusty.

He hesitated a bit when playing his cards, and even gave away several winning hands in a row, either to Luo Bingbing or Leng Qinghua.

"Oh dear, my Dr. Song!"

Lu Er watched as Song Jingmo played the 50,000 tile that Leng Qinghua needed, and watched as her mother calmly pushed the tiles over, complaining, "Your shot was really accurate."

Song Jingmo glanced at Lu Er apologetically: "Sorry, I don't think I need this card for the time being..."

"Don't use it randomly if you don't need it!"

Lu Er was heartbroken, feeling that her dessert fund was slipping away.

Leng Qinghua won the hand, her expression remained calm, but her movements as she reached out to collect the chips were much quicker.

Luo Bingbing chuckled to herself.

However, starting from the third set, the situation quietly changed.

Song Jingmo quickly grasped the trick and no longer hesitated, making his moves decisively.

Although he still didn't talk much, his eyes were focused. His fingers lightly traced the cards as he quickly calculated in his mind.

Then, while Lu Er was still figuring out how to get a pure suit, Song Jingmo calmly pushed over his own tiles.

"A self-drawn winning hand, a straight flush, is that correct?"

As she spoke, she looked at Lu Er with clear eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of inquiry.

Lu Er's eyes widened as she leaned closer to look at Song Jingmo's cards.

It really is.

Although the number of rounds isn't the highest, a novice can win a pure suit by drawing a winning tile on the third round. The odds of that are so high that you could win millions in the lottery.

"Song Jingmo!"

Lu Er lowered her voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear, "Tell me honestly, are you faking it? Are you actually a hidden mahjong master?"

Song Jingmo chuckled and shook his head: "This is really my first time playing, but I find it quite interesting."

"I was just calculating probabilities and guessing other people's hands, which is a bit like diagnosing an illness. It just so happens that I've been pretty lucky."

Lu Er: "..."

Well, this is the brain of a top student; they can even use diagnostic thinking while playing mahjong.

In the next few rounds, Lu Er ran out of good luck.

Song Jingmo picked up the game very quickly and soon gained the upper hand, winning more and more hands.

Luo Bingbing also occasionally wins a hand or two.

Lu Er is the only one who either can't get a winning hand, or when he finally gets a winning hand, someone else steals it from him.

After losing another game, Lu Er couldn't sit still anymore.

During the break while shuffling the cards, he secretly nudged Song Jingmo's calf with his foot under the table.

Then she leaned closer and whispered, "Dr. Song~ Brother Song~ Can you go easy on me? Let me win one round too? Just one round, I'm almost broke..."

She was also blinking her eyes, trying to seduce him with her beauty.

Song Jingmo turned his head to look at the person, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.

He lowered his voice and replied, "Tonight... could we try to cheer Mom up first?"

When Song Jingmo said "our mom" in such a gentle and natural tone, Lu Er's ears turned red instantly, and her heart skipped a beat.

Somewhat embarrassed and angry, he kicked Song Jingmo lightly under the card table.

Still not satisfied, she glared at Song Jingmo again, her eyes screaming, "Who's your mother? Shameless!"

Despite being kicked, Song Jingmo's smile deepened.

In the following rounds, Song Jingmo no longer focused on winning quickly, but instead began to control the game precisely.

Nine times out of ten, the cards played were exactly what Leng Qinghua needed, or safe cards that she wouldn't want even if she had a winning hand.

Occasionally, when Leng Qinghua is having a run of bad luck, she can still manage to throw a small winning hand, giving someone a card that's neither too bad nor too bad, but just enough to give them a small win.

As a result, Leng Qinghua won five or six games in a row.

Although they were all small wins, the sheer number of times they happened led to an increasingly substantial accumulation of chips in front of him.