Chapter 0029: The Theory of Courage

This scene caught Chen Liuhe completely off guard. He smiled bitterly and spread his hands. "President Qin, this isn't fair. You were the one who asked me to play, yet now you're accusing *me* of bullying *you*?"

"Of course you did!" Qin Ruohan's resentment exploded, her voice trembling. "You hid your professional-level skills on purpose! You wanted to humiliate me, didn't you? You just wanted to see me strip! You're a total jerk!"

Her unreasonable tantrum left Chen Liuhe at a loss. Seeing her tear-streaked face, he sighed. "Fine, forget the bet. But remember this: don't gamble so recklessly in the future. Not everyone will be as lenient as me."

"You've already seen everything! Stop pretending to be noble!" Qin Ruohan snapped, her cheeks flushing.

"Just a friendly reminder. Take it or leave it." Chen Liuhe shrugged and tossed her blazer back. "Honestly, there wasn't much to see anyway."

Qin Ruohan's eyes blazed. She grabbed his arm and bit down hard.

"Hiss—" Even Chen Liuhe winced at the pain. He almost shoved her away but stopped himself. *She's been under too much pressure lately. Let her vent.*

A full thirty seconds later, she released him, leaving deep teeth marks and a trickle of blood. Qin Ruohan smoothed her hair, glaring through tearful eyes. "*Now* I feel better." She straightened her posture defiantly, her blazer still hanging open.

"Does this count as a work injury?" Chen Liuhe grumbled.

"This is personal! Don't expect a penny from me. If anything, *I* should sue *you* for harassing a pure maiden!" she retorted.

Chen Liuhe's gaze swept over her figure. "You *do* seem... pure."

"Obviously!" She rolled her eyes.

"Weren't you shy earlier? Why the sudden boldness?" he teased.

Qin Ruohan buttoned her blazer with deliberate slowness. "What's the point of hiding now? You've already seen it all. I'm not that petty."

"Impressive maturity. How about letting me inspect more thoroughly?"

"Get lost!" She nearly bit him again.

After wiping her tears, she glared. "Tell me the truth—are you a pro player?"

"Nope."

"Liar!"

"I've just played for years. Some pros avoid playing me."

"Arrogant!" She snorted.

As they left the private room, Qin Ruohan suddenly whispered, "Thank you."

"For ogling you?"

"You know what I mean."

Chen Liuhe chuckled. "Just remember you owe me a piece of clothing."

Qin Ruohan shot him a challenging look. "Come take it yourself. I won't stop you." She strode away, her heels clicking like a taunt.

"Temptress," Chen Liuhe muttered, scratching his head. "The burden of being irresistible..."

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Later, at home, Huang Baiwan (Old Huang) grinned over two pounds of Bianzhou old wine. Shen Qingwu, Chen Liuhe's sister, remarked coolly: "The Zhao family lacks strength but has courage. Sometimes courage outpaces talent—a fool on a fast train beats a genius on a slow one."

"Unless the train crashes," Chen Liuhe countered.

"That's where courage matters," she replied.

As they drank, Shen Qingwu added casually: "Someone's been asking about you, brother."

"Oh? Who?"