Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Looking at these familiar yet unfamiliar faces, Lin Xiuer felt a surge of extremely complex emotions.

These people, though they say nice things, were the ones she used to call brothers with, gambling, drinking, and squandering the money that should have belonged to her.

But it was these same people who watched her lose everything and encouraged her to borrow money from loan sharks to try and win it back.

They watched as she lost all her money again, and was shoved and swept out of the house by Zhang Mazi, without a single person offering her a helping hand.

To them, Lin Dapang was nothing more than a "fat sheep" who could bring in revenue and commission.

The woman who was addicted to gambling, estranged from her family, and ultimately took her own life was the former owner of this body, but she is definitely not the current her.

Yet she had to admit that it was because of the debts incurred by the original owner of this body that she had the opportunity to stand here. It was because of the original owner's death that she was able to come back to life.

Now, standing here, listening to these jeers and jokes, she only feels ironic and disgusted.

Now, she has painstakingly rebuilt her clean life bit by bit, and she will never step into that quagmire again.

Lin Xiuer twitched the corners of her mouth, ignoring Du Qi and the other dealers' teasing. Her gaze swept around the hall, her smile carrying a hint of aloofness and indifference.

"No, thank you for your kindness. I'm here today to repay the money."

Upon hearing this, Du Qi's smile froze, and the dealers exchanged glances, their expressions becoming somewhat subtle.

"Pay back the money?" The round-faced croupier chuckled dryly. "Oh...you're looking for Mr. Bai, right? He's in the accounting office in the back."

He gestured towards the back hall with his lip, a hint of something Lin Xiuer didn't understand flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you." Lin Xiuer nodded, took Ping An's hand, and walked through the main hall toward the back hall.

Behind her, the dealers watched her retreating figure, their smiles gradually fading, their eyes becoming complicated.

Du Qi lowered his voice and said to the person next to him, "Tsk, he's really changed... His eyes used to have that same intensity."

The round-faced dealer also lowered his voice: "You're right...it's like he's a completely different person."

"Alright, that's enough."

Zhang Mazi woke up at some point, waved for them to disperse, but his gaze followed Lin Xiuer's figure until she disappeared through the doorway leading to the backyard.

Du Qi also turned his gaze away, flicked his wrist, and the dice cup began to spin between his fingers again. His shouts rang out once more: "Come on, place your bets!"

Lin Xiuer and Ping An walked through a dimly lit corridor to the back hall.

At the end of the corridor, the door of a room was half-open, and the faint sound of an abacus could be heard coming from inside.

At the entrance, a burly, bald man with a face full of scars sat against the wall, sunbathing, with an astonishingly long, gleaming machete beside him.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and he wore only a sleeveless short jacket, revealing his bulging muscles and several hideous scars.

This guy is Lei Dachui, the henchman.

Hearing footsteps, Lei Dachui raised his eyelids and glanced at them.

His gaze lingered on Lin Xiuer's face for a moment, then swept coldly over Ping An, his eyes filled with the vigilance and oppressive aura characteristic of a professional thug.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his chin and pointed to the half-closed door.

Lin Xiuer nodded to him, took a deep breath to calm herself, and then raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, the room was even darker than the corridor. Against the wall was a row of wooden shelves that reached the ceiling, piled high with account books.

Behind a large desk sat a man in a blue robe, his head down, fiddling with an abacus, a thick account book spread out beside him.

The man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a handsome face, somewhat pale skin, and slender eyebrows and eyes.

He exuded a gloomy aura that was completely different from the atmosphere of the gambling den, yet strangely blended in with it.

His eyes were deep and calm, as if they held a shrewdness that could see through people's hearts and a composure that made him feel like he had everything under control.

It was Bai Jingchuan, the accountant of Xinglong Gambling House.

Hearing the knock on the door, Bai Jingchuan looked up.

He first looked Lin Xiuer up and down.

The current Lin Xiuer, compared to the bloated and crazy gambler in Zhang Mazi's memory, is indeed a little thinner and looks much better, just as Zhang Mazi said.

His eyes looked clear and firm, no longer clouded and greedy like they used to be after losing a lot.

Then, his gaze slowly moved from Lin Xiuer's face to Ping An behind her, lingering for a moment before returning to his own.

For a fleeting moment, Bai Jingchuan's eyes flashed with a cold glint, but he quickly lowered his gaze, concealing his emotions.

When he looked up again, his face had returned to its usual businesslike indifference.

He casually closed the ledger, leaned back in his chair, and said in a slightly relaxed tone, still revealing no emotion, "Madam Lin, are you here today... to repay the money?"

Lin Xiuer took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and suppressed her unease before walking towards Bai Jingchuan's table.

Ping An silently followed half a step behind her, his gaze calm, yet exuding an undeniable presence.

"Mr. Bai." Lin Xiuer stopped in front of Bai Jingchuan's table. "I borrowed ten taels of silver from your shop before... According to the rules, it should be returned in the next few days."

She took the cloth bag containing the money from her bosom and placed it on the desk. "The principal of ten taels of silver will be settled in full today."

Bai Jingchuan glanced at the cloth bag but didn't immediately reach for it. He simply watched Lin Xiuer quietly, his gaze becoming deep and unfathomable.

The vengeful ghosts in the desolate garden west of the town are absolutely terrifying.

The rumors that the Seven Black Fish Fiends had either died or gone mad overnight had already spread like wildfire among the various factions in Peach Blossom Town.

In particular, the black handprint of the Yama King's Soul-Chasing Order on Jia Heiyu's back was embellished and became increasingly bizarre.

In a place like Xinglong Casino, a place rife with corruption and a melting pot of all sorts of people, those with good connections naturally know more.

They cheat, lend money at exorbitant interest rates, and use unethical methods. But ultimately, it's all about making money; they believe in slow and steady profits, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and treating people differently based on their status.

Jia Heiyu and his gang were used to being domineering and had offended things they shouldn't have, to the point that even those legendary figures couldn't stand it.

Justice prevailed, and those people were dealt with.

Their tragic end truly terrified Zhao Tianba and the gambling den's group for quite some time.

Lin Xiuer, in particular, is one of the key figures in the rumors.

Her man's fighting skills were rumored to be superhuman; he single-handedly took down seven members of the Black Fish Gang and managed to escape unscathed...

The gambling den didn't want to risk getting into trouble and ending up like Jia Heiyu just to collect an extra ten taels of silver in interest from that woman; it would be too much of a loss.