Triplets: Lucky Mommy is a Beautiful Badass

“One, two, one, four points…”

“The luck from before is all gone.”

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“There’s only four points…”

Zhang Cuiyun felt chills all over when she saw the numbers. There was a lump in her throat. She wanted to say something but could not find the words.

Ma Sanye said with some difficulty, “Old Man Zhang, you’ve lost this time.”

“I’ve lost…” Zhang Tieyuan mumbled these two words while staring fixedly at the three dice, as though not willing to believe the truth.

Zhang Cuiyun cried out loudly, “Father!”

Qi Qingyao said unhurriedly, “I won, so the deed to the farm and land, as well as the silver, are all mine.”

Qi Qingyao gestured at Si Jin. He quickly brought all the silver, paper money, as well as the deed to the farm and land on the table into his arms.

Zhang Tieyuan was about to snatch it away, but how could he best Si Jin?

The young man had very strong hands. After grabbing onto Zhang Tieyuan’s arm, he calmly prised open his arms like a pair of iron tongs and then put the things away.

Zhang Tieyuan felt a slight pain in his arm that was grabbed. His eyes were red with anger, “Y—y—you…”

“Are you going to make a scene and throw a tantrum?” Qi Qingyao looked at Zhang Tieyuan in a calm and composed manner.

Zhang Tieyuan was speechless for a moment before muttering to himself, “I can’t live without a farm, I can’t.”

A touch of cruelty flashed across Qi Qingyao’s eyes. She said casually, “Then leave your hand behind!”

Jiang Yeqian instantly raised his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

Zhang Tieyuan unconsciously withdrew his arms.

Qi Qingyao stood up and stepped on the table with one foot, posing like a gangster. She looked at Zhang Tieyuan fiercely and said with a jesting smile.

“Who was the one that was being f*cking loud about continuing the gamble and bet just now, yelling at me to keep gambling?”

The young lady had a kind of aura coursing through her veins, making Zhang Tieyuan immediately speechless, “…”

Qi Qingyao smiled charmingly as she kindly reminded him, “Uncle Zhang, it’s you who asked me to gamble with you several times, and I kept you company till the end. Now you plan on going back on your words, this is hardly justifiable.”

“But…” Zhang Tieyuan squirmed his lips but was unable to refute her.

Qi Qingyao admired the desperate struggle on the gambler’s face. “Your son and daughter were right in front of you and they couldn’t stop you. I even went out of the way to confirm things with you in the last round. I told you that it was your last chance and asked if you all agreed to your father using the deed to the farm and land. In the end, all of you signed your names quietly and now you plan to renege on the contract? The village head and fellow villagers at the side are all witnesses.”

“…”

Zhang Tieyuan did not want to admit to it and after keeping silent for a moment, he still said, “I can’t give you the deed to my farm and land, I…”

Ma Sanye and others dared not say anything.

They did not even dare take a breath.

They found this Qi Qingyao to be a stranger and imposing. This instinctively made them feel that she was not a person to be trifled with.

Jiang Yeqian was instead looking at her with a pondering gaze at this moment. A young lady such as this was enthralling.

She must undoubtedly be someone else who had passed and returned in the present guise.

Either way, this was definitely not the same Qi Qingyao from before.

The soul has been changed.

As for who it had been switched with, Jiang Yeqian was a little curious. At first, he had thought that it was some miracle doctor who had passed. Or could it be that Su Hexiao had died? And he was now in Qi Qingyao’s body! That would explain saving Heir Pei, but now…

He had serious suspicions about this appearance of hers, that some master of magic had transmigrated into Qi Qingyao’s body…

Otherwise, where did this grave, vagrant habit of hers come from?

Qi Qingyao’s knuckles knocked on the table surface calmly.

“Who were the ones who signed the contract just now? If you’re not willing to accept the loss from the bet you made, then I want your family of four to leave the hands that made that signature!”

Saying this, she turned to look at Ma Sanye, and with a smile, she said, “Village head, could you please lend the cleaver in your home to them?”