Master Yan, after drinking, revealed a chatty nature. He burped and started rambling, "Have you heard about the Parma He family’s situation?" Yin Mo’s eyelids twitched, and she asked subconsciously, "Parma He family... Is it He Chen’s family?" Four pairs of eyes coincidentally turned towards her. Yin Mo felt a bit awkward and quickly lowered her head to drink and cover her embarrassment. Xia Siyu nudged her elbow, "You don’t know?" "I’ve heard about it before, but... I’m not very familiar with it," Yin Mo replied sheepishly. After saying this, she suddenly realized that her understanding of He Chen was superficial, and mostly based on hearsay, apart from what she had seen and heard. She hadn’t even considered investigating thoroughly. Yin Mo’s mood was affected, and while feeling frustrated and self-critical, she also intensely disliked her submissive nature. Having lived at the Ducal Residence for years, she was used to taking orders, her actions typically passive, rarely having her own opinions. Now, free from control, many things suddenly made her feel somewhat out of place. At this moment, Shen Qingye glanced at Yin Mo from the corner of his eye and said mysteriously, "I heard the He family’s business suffered losses last month, suspected to be Brother Chen’s doing, and the head of the He family was furious, mobilizing many people to target Brother Chen openly and covertly." Su Moshi checked his phone under the table and smiled faintly, "Even if they target Brother Chen, with his capabilities, he won’t be easily beaten. However... Brother Chen’s power has been in the South Sea for years, it’s hard fighting the whole family alone." Xia Siyu was also looking at her phone and then exclaimed earnestly, "Indeed, even two fists can’t fight four hands, let’s hope Brother Chen returns safely." Yin Mo remained silent, but her expression showed anxiety. She knew he was still in the South Sea, feeling an inexplicable urgency to see if he was okay. Months ago, he was seriously injured, but now there seemed to be no visible signs of it. But Yin Mo remembered hearing that after Master Yan’s wedding, He Chen was hiding in the Mansion’s corner, vomiting for a long time. Apparently, it was because of the pepper water. Yin Mo couldn’t control her micro-expressions, and especially in front of these people, her thoughts were even more transparent. Xia Siyu and Su Moshi exchanged glances, and they stirred the situation further, "Even the most skilled people have their slip-ups. Brother Chen’s feud with his family seems to have been going on for years, almost to the point of no retreat." Yin Mo suddenly felt an urgent desire to see He Chen, unable to wait, "I, I have something to do..." She stood up hurriedly, her movements too fast, accidentally knocking over the cocktail on the table. "Second sister, what can’t wait until tomorrow?" Song Liao, with a simple face, patiently advised, "We’ve rarely gathered, I have to return to Faliang tomorrow afternoon, you can’t leave." Xia Siyu nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Lao Liu is right." Shen Qingye and Su Moshi said in unison, "Right." Yin Mo was anxious but afraid to show it too obviously, hesitated for a long time before squeezing out, "I have to go, to the bathroom." Her hurried retreat carried a sense of fleeing. Xia Siyu’s eyes gleamed, propping her chin, sighed, "Second sister is still easy to fool." Song Liao was puzzled, "What?" No one responded to him, Shen Qingye swirled his wine glass and shamelessly said, "Anyway... I listen to Xiao Qi Zai, she tells me to do, I will do." Su Moshi adjusted his glasses and laughed, "Yin Er, this is called concern leading to chaos." At 3 AM, the Five Sons’ gathering ended. Yin Mo drank a lot, but her thoughts were becoming more confused and melancholy. "Second sister, how are you going home? Want to come back to the hotel with me for the night?" Xia Siyu, with good tolerance, remained unfazed after several cocktails. Yin Mo tugged at her skirt and smiled, shaking her head, "No need, my home isn’t far, I’ll take a taxi by myself." Xia Siyu responded, "Then I’ll head off, see you tomorrow." The Four Sons boarded Xia Siyu’s nanny car, and it quickly disappeared at the street corner. Yin Mo stood in the warm summer night breeze, lowering her head, lost in thought. While at the street corner, the auxiliary road, the Four Sons peeked over the seat backs, craning to look out the window. Xia Siyu chuckled, "I bet Second sister will definitely go to find Brother Chen." Shen Qingye chugged a bottle of mineral water, shook his head, and took out a card from his pocket, "I bet she’ll go too." Su Moshi took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Three million, count me in." Song Liao, bewildered, asked foolishly, "Bet on what?" The Three Sons glanced at him sideways, Shen Qingye licked his lips, "Will Lao Er go to find Brother Chen?" Song Liao frowned and said seriously, "No, Second sister is reserved." The Three Sons: "..." "Whether she’s reserved or not, come on, fork out the cash first." Shen Qingye said as he spread out his hand, and Song Liao, not knowing what was going on, inexplicably handed over his wallet. As for the final results, they would know in half an hour. At West City Casino, Yin Mo got off the car, still somewhat dazed. Maybe it was the alcohol bolstering her courage, but she came nonetheless. Yin Mo stood in front of the chapel building, gazing up at the cross for a while before stepping inside. In the distant nanny car that had been quietly following, Xia Siyu, Shen Qingye, and Su Moshi were discussing how to spend the three million they won from Song Liao. In the Casino’s VIP Hall, Yin Mo headed straight for the second floor. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fiɾe·net She wanted to find He Chen’s office, but when she reached the staircase, she hadn’t thought about what to say upon meeting him. After much consideration, she decided to observe first before making a decision. Yin Mo sat at a gambling table, not planning to gamble much as she didn’t have much money on her. However, the casino’s guards and dealers recognized her, promptly offering her ten million in chips and warmly saying, "Miss Yin, feel free to play, if the chips aren’t enough, let us know." This Miss Yin was Brother Chen’s treasured woman, the kind you couldn’t even glimpse without risking your eyes. Yin Mo stared at the chips on the tray, spent several seconds in a daze before mechanically taking them. If she could win tonight, perhaps she could repay the money borrowed from Qi Zai. Thus, between reality and emotions, Yin Mo unintentionally chose the former. Although Yin Mo had flaws in her character, she used to be part of the Seven Sons. Gambling, little as it seems, was a frequent means of wealth redistribution for the Seven Sons back then. Then, just ten minutes later, He Chen received the news while he was still awake. "Who did you say?" He sat at the boss’s desk, frowning at his confidant Ah Yong. Ah Yong coughed, "You heard correctly, it’s Miss Yin. She’s in the VIP Hall downstairs, the dealer downstairs asked, Miss Yin has already won over two million, should we let her keep winning?"