That Sweet Little Mouth

Tang Bingyun looked at the timid boy before her and suddenly felt a little guilty.

No matter what, he was only an eighteen-year-old high school student.

A student still in school—even if he was bad, how bad could he really be?

How could she treat him like one of those rich second-generation Young Masters who spent their days partying?

Besides, she and his mother were peers, and he had called her Aunt Tang several times.

As an elder, giving a junior such a cold look was simply inappropriate.

" I nearly forgot to ask—what's your name?" Tang Bingyun's frosty expression softened considerably as she asked in a gentler voice.

"My name is Wang Haoran."

"Wang Haoran? A fine name. Full of righteous spirit." Tang Bingyun praised him before saying, "I won't take too long. I'll finish up as soon as possible and definitely won't make you late for Evening Self-Study."

"Thank you, Aunt Tang." Wang Haoran was very polite, looking at Tang Bingyun with innocent eyes.

Internally, he was gasping in amazement. Wow, Aunt Tang really is something else. That figure is simply... Calm down, calm down.

I'm here to intercept an opportunity, not to admire her figure.

Wang Haoran steadied himself and knowingly asked, "Aunt Tang, why are there so many stones on the ground? And what do the numbers marked on them mean?"

Tang Bingyun's impression of Wang Haoran had improved. Seeing him ask, she was happy to answer, "These aren't ordinary stones. They're raw stones. They may look unremarkable on the outside, but there could be priceless jade hidden inside.

"The labels on the raw stones show their prices, in units of ten thousand. For example, the one marked 10 costs one hundred thousand.

"If someone buys this one-hundred-thousand raw stone and cuts it open, they might make money or they might lose money. That's called Gambling Stones."

"Oh, I understand." Wang Haoran had actually known this basic knowledge long ago.

"What kind of jade counts as good jade?" Wang Haoran asked about something he did not understand.

Tang Bingyun had the Female Assistant bring over a jade identification manual and patiently explained it to him.

Wang Haoran's learning ability was quite strong. After listening to Tang Bingyun's explanation, he gained a basic understanding of the various types of jade.

He could now tell what counted as good jade.

"I'll take this two-hundred-thousand one. Cut it open for me."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in his forties shouted from inside the shed.

He had chosen his raw stone.

The stone cutting master prepared to start cutting.

Everyone gathered around.

A short while later, the raw stone was cut open, revealing its true nature.

"The jade is fairly translucent, and the color is decent, but there are slightly too many impurities. Estimated value: one hundred and fifty thousand." Tang Bingyun offered her assessment, then said to the middle-aged man gambling on stones, "My apologies, Mr. Li. I've made you spend unnecessarily."

"A gamble is a gamble. Besides, I only lost fifty thousand. That hardly counts as wasting money." The middle-aged man did not seem to care.

Next, he picked another one worth five hundred thousand.

The raw stone was opened, and this time he lost one hundred thousand.

The middle-aged man seemed a little carried away and wanted to win it back, so he directly chose one worth eight hundred thousand.

Unfortunately, not only did he fail to turn things around, he cut open a worthless stone instead.

A worthless stone was worth absolutely nothing.

All told, the middle-aged man had lost nine hundred and fifty thousand.

He chickened out.

With such an inauspicious start, everyone else's interest diminished greatly.

None of them were professional Gambling Stones players. In fact, they had never even tried Gambling Stones before.

They had only heard that Tang Bingyun had bought a batch of raw stones and wanted to see Gambling Stones for themselves.

Now, they had seen it.

In barely a dozen minutes, someone had lost nine hundred and fifty thousand.

This was far too expensive.

They might have money, but they had all worked hard to earn it.

It hurt to watch.

Judging by everyone's expressions, it seemed that no one wanted to play anymore.

Tang Bingyun did not mind.

She was not running a Gambling Stones venue, so she did not care whether anyone else played.

She had bought these raw stones to cut open herself in the first place.

It was boring for everyone to just stand around and watch.

Tang Bingyun planned to choose a few herself and have them cut open.

"Aunt Tang, I want to try too. I want to cut open this raw stone worth six hundred thousand." Wang Haoran had been studying the raw stones in the shed for quite some time and felt it was time for some practical experience.

"You want to play too? This..." Tang Bingyun hesitated.

"I have money. I can transfer it to you right away," Wang Haoran said.

"Auntie isn't worried that you can't pay. I'm worried you'll lose money, and I won't know how to explain it to your mother."

"It's fine. It's all my allowance. My mom won't scold me even if I spend it." Wang Haoran could not be bothered to waste words any longer. He directly picked up the raw stone he had chosen and carried it to the stone cutter.

"President Tang?" The stone cutting master did not immediately begin, instead seeking her approval.

"Cut it," Tang Bingyun said.

She saw that the raw stone Wang Haoran had chosen looked fairly good, so even if he lost money, it would not be much. At worst, she could make up the loss herself.

Tang Bingyun did not want Zhen Li to accuse her of cheating her son out of his allowance when they met in the future.

The onlookers immediately crowded around.

"He has hundreds of thousands for allowance? Which family is this boy from?" someone in the crowd curiously asked Tang Bingyun.

"He is Wang Xiang of Wang Group and Zhen Li of National Beauty Company's son," Tang Bingyun replied.

"Damn, no wonder. He's the sole heir to several tens of billions in assets!"

Everyone around them was stunned.

But very quickly, they began to sigh for Wang Xiang and Zhen Li.

This Young Master of the Wang Family seemed a little foolish and far too generous with money.

Someone had just lost nine hundred and fifty thousand, yet he still wanted to cut open raw stones.

He was not even twenty, yet he already knew how to squander money so well.

Even if he inherited several tens of billions in assets someday, he would probably lose it all before long.

While everyone was thinking this, the stone cutting master's efforts soon revealed the raw stone's true nature.

At the cut surface of the raw stone, a patch of translucent, impurity-free emerald-green jade could be seen.

"President Tang, this jade looks quite pretty. Is it worth six hundred thousand?" someone nearby asked curiously.

"Six hundred thousand? It's worth at least three million!" Tang Bingyun's eyes widened as she carefully examined the exposed cut surface.

Since the raw stone had not yet been fully revealed, its final value could not be determined. But with Tang Bingyun's eye, it was definitely worth no less than three million.

As soon as Tang Bingyun finished speaking, the entire place erupted in an uproar.

They all stared at Wang Haoran in disbelief.

Wang Haoran was actually very calm. He had already seen the jade inside the raw stone.

But in order not to draw attention, he still put on a surprised expression.

"D-Did I make money?"

"You made a huge profit!" Tang Bingyun said.

The stone cutter continued, cutting away the excess outer layers of the raw stone. The jade inside was almost fully revealed.

Tang Bingyun had it weighed, then asked the factory's professional appraisers to inspect it. In the end, they gave it a price of three million five hundred thousand.

"Wow, I made two million nine hundred thousand!" Wang Haoran became excited. "This is fun, so fun! I want to keep playing!"

Wang Haoran hurriedly "casually" picked another raw stone.

"This raw stone costs three million. If it turns out to be worthless, not only will you lose your winnings, you'll have to pay an additional one hundred thousand. How about choosing another one?" Tang Bingyun stopped him.

"It's fine, Aunt Tang. Either I cut this raw stone or you do. If I cut open a worthless stone, I'll be indirectly saving you money. I'll be happy even if I lose."

Wang Haoran wore an innocent expression, without the slightest trace of pretense.

"That sweet little mouth of yours." Tang Bingyun was a little touched.