Hao Yumei, from the moment Bai Suxiang entered, noticed she was about a similar size. She casually instructed Qian Shumei to get an outfit of hers for Bai Suxiang to change into.
Qian Shumei acknowledged and went upstairs to find something.
Liu Sandao, following instructions, moved the purchased items to the kitchen.
At this point, a young boy ran off to another room. Hao Yumei beckoned Bai Suxiang, "I'm so sorry, once you've changed, I'll immediately ask Mei-jie to have it cleaned. Since you're friends with her, she can return it to you after washing."
"Oh, that's really not necessary, I already said I'll just go home and wash it. This is too much trouble!" Bai Suxiang said apologetically.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Hao Yumei replied politely, and the atmosphere grew a little awkward.
Just then, Qian Shumei came down carrying a red dress. "Xiao Mei, what do you think? This dress looks good, doesn't it? I think it makes you look younger."
Hao Yumei stood up, took the dress, and immediately said, "Hahaha, Mei-jie. This dress looks mature. She's too young to wear this… Why don't you go get that white dress Jia Shan brought back the other day? That one suits her skin tone and temperament better."
"Alright, alright, whatever you say. You started your business in fashion, so you're the expert when it comes to matching," Qian Shumei said with a smile, and went upstairs again.
Women's conversations are plentiful, and once started, they tend to branch out.
Knowing Hao Yumei was a fashion expert, Bai Suxiang naturally began discussing topics like styling and temperament, and indeed, their distance narrowed considerably.
Hao Yumei recounted how she and her husband had built everything they had today step by step through selling clothes.
Initially, she had her own small shop, and her husband worked at a nearby barbershop.
They met often, became acquainted, and eventually fell in love and got married.
"He's so brilliant. Since we got married, we've achieved financial freedom just by selling clothes!" Hao Yumei spoke of her husband with eyes full of admiration and love.
Bai Suxiang could feel that devotion, the kind of unwavering loyalty a woman has for a man.
This was a picture of a happy family and a blissful marriage, perhaps the pinnacle of what a woman could aspire to.
Wearing the white dress Qian Shumei had brought down, paired with a simple silk shawl, and enhanced by Bai Suxiang's unique youthful charm, she looked like a fairy descended to earth.
Even Liu Sandao, standing nearby, was struck by her beauty.
She could rival a celestial being.
"I knew it, this dress is perfect for a girl of twenty. It's almost a waste on me!" Hao Yumei said with a laugh, seemingly happy to have found a suitable owner for the dress.
"Isn't that because the boss bought it specifically to make you look younger!" Qian Shumei said with a smile.
She was accustomed to calling Lin Jiashan "Boss."
Any other name felt unsuitable. She couldn't call him Xiao Lin or Lao Lin, but "Boss" felt just right.
While they chatted, Liu Sandao quietly took out the Fortune Manual and began to examine it.
On the fifth page of the Fortune Manual, a name appeared: Hao Yumei, an eight-star person. Judging by her words and demeanor, she was no ordinary person. Indeed, her fortune was profound; she was a truly blessed individual.
The order of names in the Fortune Manual was not fixed.
It changed with the passage of time, or rather, with the changes in people's destinies. If a disaster were to occur, that name would gradually move towards the front pages. As the event approached, it would appear on the first page, causing the Fortune Manual to vibrate.
After a lively chat, Bai Suxiang felt she had overstayed her welcome and decided to leave.
As Qian Shumei saw them out, she specifically told Bai Suxiang to wait for her call to play cards together.
If there was one weakness this woman had, it was "gambling."
Indeed, around five or six in the afternoon, Bai Suxiang received a call from Qian Shumei.
Bai Suxiang didn't rush to the card hall because she had to pretend she didn't know Qian Shumei.
Qian Shumei wasn't going to the card hall to set up a trap this time; she was purely going to win money.
The previous game had been a bit small, not exciting enough. This time, she was going to find the boss and change to a bigger venue.
From the moment she entered the card hall, Soul Spirit Number Five had its eyes on her.
This was its prey, and it was effortless to lure her in. If it hadn't received orders from above to assist Soul Spirit Number Seven in planning a larger scheme, it would have already reeled her in.
The best way to make a gambler addicted is to let them win money.
From the moment Qian Shumei entered, all the good luck was bestowed upon her. The boss greeted her with a smile upon her arrival, and everyone pointed and whispered about her.
"It's her, yes, yes, that's her!"
"Haven't you heard? She was on fire a few days ago, winning eighteen hands in a row!"
"Oh, she's that skilled?"
This feeling made Qian Shumei a bit giddy. She couldn't tell if she was dreaming.
"Get rich overnight!"
This was the dream of countless people, and Qian Shumei was no exception.
Soul Spirit Number Five had already set it up for her; the dream would always end when it wished.
When Bai Suxiang and Liu Sandao entered the card hall, they didn't see Qian Shumei. They learned from others that she had gone into the inner room.
To enter that place, one needed a golden key: Money!
Liu Sandao performed a small spell, and he and Bai Suxiang easily entered the inner room.
The room wasn't large, with only four or five tables, but they weren't Mahjong tables.
At this moment, at the center of one of the tables, a woman sat.
Beside her, a wine glass was placed.
Her side of the table was already piled high with chips, and her eyes, glowing red, were still intently focused on the cards.
Liu Sandao could tell at a glance that her state was not right. However, the soul spirit hiding in the corner was not harming Qian Shumei.
It was even helping her win money, which made him think this soul spirit must be here to repay a debt of gratitude.
Bai Suxiang quietly stood by, observing the scene at the card table:
Qian Shumei took another large gulp of wine, then pushed all the chips in front of her to the center of the table, shouting, "All in!"
Many people were watching from the sides of the table, holding their breath, afraid to miss this most thrilling moment.
"Reveal! Reveal!"
"Yeah! Don't dawdle! She's gone all in!"
Those speaking were the spectators. The two remaining players at the table remained silent.
One was a man wearing sunglasses, and the other was Qian Shumei.
"Hahaha, since you have such courage, I'll play along to the end!" The man said with a cold laugh, pushing the chips in front of him to the center of the table as well.
Bai Suxiang was unfamiliar with this kind of game, but she saw the woman standing in the middle casually flip over a card!
"Impossible!"