The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

"What are you doing, Qin Dazhuang?"

Fatty Wang and the other two were startled. All they saw was Qin Dazhuang picking up the stone Fatty Wang used for tea from the coffee table. The stone wasn't big, but it had edges and angles. Fatty Wang liked to drink some tea on occasion.

The coffee table was adorned with tea implements he specifically collected, and this stone was merely a decorative piece among them, placed there for appearance.

The stone was hefty and solid, with distinct edges and angles.

"I'm not doing anything, don't be scared, Brother Wang, and the rest of you. I'm telling you, I'm done with gambling, I'm never gambling again, from today onward, let's make a clean break, let me live my life in peace, don't come looking for me anymore!"

Qin Dazhuang grabbed the stone, shouting fiercely.

His eyes shone with a manic light.

Fatty Wang looked on with disdain, feeling Qin Dazhuang was just a gambler on the verge of madness, inwardly wanting to gamble but unable to overcome his internal struggle.

Such a person was essentially a waste.

"If you don't want to gamble, then don't gamble, let's make a clean break if that's what you want. Gambling wasn't something we forced on you, wasn't it you who kept coming to us? Don't make it sound like we were tempting you to gamble, making outsiders think we did something unforgivable.

It's you who can't control your hands. Ask yourself, do you really not want to touch the cards? With just a pair, you can beat all our hands on the table. You surely think about this, right?

Otherwise, you wouldn't be this distressed. Forget it, Dazhuang, don't make this hard on yourself. People are who they are; don't try to learn from others, you can't do it. Your hands can't be controlled, you're itching to touch the cards at the sight of them.

Which of us gambling folks aren't the same, itching to play when we see cards? I understand, I get it."

Fatty Wang spoke leisurely, while Qin Dazhuang's gaze fell on the cards.

Indeed, none of the three hands on the table currently had a pair, and if his hand had a pair, he could win.

This round could win him at least over a hundred dollars.

He had never won this much in all his time playing cards, if he could win over a hundred and keep winning, then he could pay off his debts.

Paying off debts!?

Qin Dazhuang seemed drawn to the cards, gradually approaching the table.

Fatty Wang and the rest returned to their seats.

"Dazhuang, you know what kind of person you are. Playing cards is just another hurdle for you. If you can truly resist the temptation not to play, then you're a real man, you can simply walk out the door, and what's there to make a fuss about, it's only just cards.

You speak as if it's a matter of life and death."

Qin Dazhuang reached the table, one hand raised with the stone while the other trembled, reaching for the cards.

An intense internal struggle confounded his mind.

Fatty Wang threw Qin Dazhuang a sideways glance, thinking he was just a fool.

Trying to emulate quitting gambling.

Once you've fallen into the gambling mire, how many truly escape?

"Sit down, Dazhuang, there's nothing with playing cards, you're just playing cards."

The others cheerfully encouraged him, "Sit, Dazhuang, have a play."

Suddenly, Qin Dazhuang slammed one hand onto the table, covering the cards.

Fatty Wang smugly raised his eyebrows, blowing a smoke ring, feeling satisfied seeing someone so deep in gambling unable to resist touching the cards.

Suddenly, the stone in Qin Dazhuang's hand smashed down hard on the back of the hand covering the cards.

Blood immediately splattered.

Once, twice...

Fatty Wang and the other two were so scared they couldn't even move.

Blood splattered on their faces as they blankly watched Qin Dazhuang's actions.

Qin Dazhuang fiercely threw the stone aside, his face and body covered in blood, while the hand that pressed the card onto the table moments ago was already gushing blood.

"I, Qin Dazhuang, swear to the heavens, I will never gamble again. If I gamble again, then I'll ruin my other hand."

Qin Dazhuang strode out.

Fatty Wang and the others scrambled aside in terror.

Is this Qin Dazhuang insane?

They stared at the distorted, still bleeding hand.

Fatty Wang and the others realized Qin Dazhuang was different now; the previous Qin Dazhuang was cowardly, wretched, and greedy.

A greedy person dreams of winning, and dreaming of winning traps him in this pit, but the current Qin Dazhuang was entirely different.

The aura he carried told them this Qin Dazhuang was no longer comparable to the old Qin Dazhuang.

He had the determination and could fulfill his words.

And indeed, he had accomplished it.

Fatty Wang knew some people were like this; once they took the first step, they could persist, the hardest being the first step, and Qin Dazhuang surely succeeded today. He wouldn't continue gambling anymore.

He hadn't seen many like this, but they definitely existed.

With a sigh, it appeared Qin Dazhuang had been misjudged.

Unexpectedly displaying such resolve.

Qin Dazhuang went outside to wash the blood off his face and hands under a tap, the people around him avoided him like he was a demon.

No one had ever seen Qin Dazhuang carry such a presence.

Determined, Qin Dazhuang walked away. Regardless of how tough life's road might be ahead, he had to prove to himself he could live like a man, earn his daughter's trust.

With the courage to face death, what did living have to fear?

If you dare to die, then be bold enough to sever ties with your past self.

Qin Dazhuang went under the bridge.

With no job, under the bridge might be a temporary shelter, but he had to pull himself together.

Losing his job didn't mean he couldn't do something else.

From today, he had to declare, never gamble again, for his daughter's sake, absolutely not.

He had wrecked his family; now he must rebuild their confidence in him.

He used to be the kindest, most honest, most straightforward Qin Dazhuang.

Once the best father, best husband, and now he could be again.

His in-laws and ex-wife had been kind to him, extending a hand in his darkest times.

Should he fail as a man, he felt it would be better to die.

Living would hold no purpose.

Luckily, early autumn had just begun, the weather wasn't too cold, providing some shelter.

When Qin Dazhuang closed his eyes lying there, he resolved to stay here temporarily, needing to swiftly find a way to earn money.

Repay his debts, start anew.

He simply couldn't allow himself to look like a homeless person in front of his daughter.