Spring Rain in Jingbei Favors You

At a gambling table in Aocheng, the dazzling, flamboyant young master of the Wen family, Wen Zhao, stared at the man across from him and sneered. “Mr. Pei, you haven’t even turned over your hole cards. What makes you think you can admit defeat?”

Pei Yubai lifted his gaze. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were almost unnervingly calm.

“Because I want you to win.”

Wen Zhao thought he was just putting on airs. Then, three days later, his family placed a marriage contract in front of him. His intended, the very Pei Yubai who had let him win a round in Aocheng.

Everyone in Jingbei said Pei Yubai was best at smiling as he backed people into a dead end.

Wen Zhao refused to believe it.