The white slip of paper fluttered shakily, looking somewhat comical.

Jiang Yisheng’s lips, the color of water, tried to suppress a smile, while their shoulders shook lightly with restrained laughter.

"Haha."

Ye Jiuliang, on the other hand, was not shy and burst into laughter openly.

Staring at the white slip of paper dancing before his eyes, Ji Mingqian reached up to tear it off, fiercely crumpling it into a ball.

The corners of his eyes lifted, conveying a dangerous message, "You two just wait for it."

Ye Jiuliang smirked teasingly, showing no fear.

A few games later, the tides had turned.

"King Bomb."

With a flick of the fingertips, the last two cards were played.

Ji Mingqian lifted his hand to pull the last slip of paper from his head and looked up at Jiang Yisheng with a sly smile in his eyes.

He crooked a finger, "Come here."

A man of his word, Jiang Yisheng leaned in, and the cool touch of his fingertip landed on his forehead through the slip of paper.

Ji Mingqian retracted his hand, his lips curving into a smile.

This darn thing does look better on someone else.

Seeing the slips of paper all over Jiang Yisheng’s face, Ye Jiuliang tried to hold back a laugh, "I must say, it really suits you."

"Sis-in-law," Jiang Yisheng complained in an elongated tone, full of helplessness.

Ji Mingqian’s eyes shifted mischievously, stirring the pot, "Jiang Yisheng, have you seen Ye Jiuliang’s true colors? Not virtuous at all. Don’t team up with her for games in the future, or you’ll be the only one getting played."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang arched an eyebrow and glanced at him sideways, "Ji Mingqian, all those slips of paper on his face were put there by you, you’ve been too harsh."

Just then, Li Mochan returned, accompanied by Feng Yi.

"Asheng, your face is... pff..." Feng Yi couldn’t help but laugh upon seeing Jiang Yisheng covered in slips of paper.

"No, seriously, who did this?"

Jiang Yisheng frantically tore off the slips of paper, "Is it that funny?"

At that moment, Jiang Yisheng had forgotten how he had just been mocking Ji Mingqian.

Feng Yi’s laughter grew even louder, "Yes."

Seeing Li Mochan approach, Ye Jiuliang reached out to him.

His slender, jade-like hand opened, grasping hers and with a clever twist, pulled her into his arms.

"Who put them there, hmm?" Li Mochan lifted a hand to remove a slip of paper from her head, his thin lips curving into a faint smile.

Ye Jiuliang pointed an accusing finger, "Him."

With that, a cold glare shot in his direction.

Ji Mingqian’s deep, ink-like eyes carried a chill as he spoke with a slight tremble at the corner of his mouth and a stubborn tilt of his neck, "Ye Jiuliang, you really have a knack for telling on others, don’t you?"

She’s the only one allowed to bully others, it seems.

Ye Jiuliang wrapped her arms around Li Mochan’s waist and stuck out her tongue at Ji Mingqian, "I’ll tattle if I want, what about it?"

Come on, bite me if you dare.

Li Mochan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, his deep voice full of challenge, "Another round?"

Ji Mingqian snorted coldly, "I’m not scared of you."

Feng Yi, too, was getting into the spirit, "Count me in."

"Sticking slips of paper is so boring. Let’s do something more interesting," Ye Jiuliang suggested with a meaningful smile curving her clear eyes.

"Just wait here."

Having said that, she ran up the stairs with haste.

Out of everyone here, Ji Mingqian definitely knew Ye Jiuliang the best.

Having been tricked by her from childhood, he was practically traumatized.

He turned his head towards Jiang Yisheng and asked, "Got anything weird or unusual here?"

After some thought, Jiang Yisheng shook his head, "Shouldn’t be."

Before Ji Mingqian could make any guess, Ye Jiuliang came trotting back down briskly, an inkstone in her left hand and a writing brush in her right.

Seeing this, Ji Mingqian’s scalp tingled, "Ajiu, I’m not playing this game, don’t start with me."

Damn it.

He knew there would be nothing good coming.

If that ink got on his face, it definitely wouldn’t wash off for days.

Feng Yi looked at Ji Mingqian’s expression of terror and with a puzzled look in his eyes towards the items in Ye Jiuliang’s hand, "Jiuliang, what are you going to do with these?"

"The loser paints their face." Fearing that she might spill the ink, Ye Jiuliang carefully placed the inkstone on the table.

Upon hearing this, the three of them were all stunned.

Ji Mingqian was used to it, but Feng Yi and Jiang Yisheng were horrified.

"Mohan, do you think this punishment is good?" Ye Jiuliang looked towards Li Mochan, her clear eyes sparkling with a crafty light.

Li Mochan raised his hand and lightly scraped the tip of her nose, ignoring the resisting expressions of Feng Yi and the others, "Hmm, if you decide it’s good, then it’s good."

"..."

Could you be any more insufferable?

We know you dote on your wife, but did you really have to make them suffer?

Ye Jiuliang’s smile deepened as she caught the twisted expressions of Ji Mingqian and the other two out of the corner of her eye.

In front of them, she tilted her head up and kissed Li Mochan on the lips.

Her Mohan was the best.

Li Mochan’s normally icy gaze suddenly became tender as he gathered her into his arms and sat down on the sofa with her.

The three of them, "..."

Do they think we’re invisible?

Don’t they know that public displays of affection could lead to an early grave?

"Ajiu, choose a different punishment." Ji Mingqian got up and sat down on the sofa, glancing at the dark ink on the table, feeling a chill down his spine.

If he were to lose, he still had to go out and face people.

Knowing his concerns, Ye Jiuliang laughed lightly, "Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of ink we played with before. This kind washes off with water once it’s on the face."

Ji Mingqian looked at her half believing and half doubting, "Really?"

Ye Jiuliang grabbed a packet of chips from the table and flung it to him without looking, "If you don’t believe me, then forget it. You’re such a coward, are you worried about losing to Mohan?"

Catching the chips, Ji Mingqian scoffed, "It’s not decided who will lose yet."

He would lose to Li Mochan?

What a joke.

While the three of them played, Jiang Yisheng became the dealer.

Ye Jiuliang snuggled in Li Mochan’s arms and glanced at the cards in his hand, a teasing smile flickering in the depths of her eyes.

If she hadn’t seen Jiang Yisheng shuffle the cards with her own eyes, she would have suspected him of favoring his cousin.

With those cards, it would be hard not to win.

Fighting the Landlord was a quick game, almost taking only two minutes to play a round.

After a round, the living room fell into a brief silence.

Then, a burst of laughter broke out.

"Hahaha."

Without a doubt, the one laughing so wildly was Ye Jiuliang.

Li Mochan stretched out his hand to protect the person in his arms from falling.

"Asheng, did you not shuffle the cards properly?" Feng Yi’s hand shook, scattering an untouched card over himself.

At the same time, Ji Mingqian also cast a look his way.

Jiang Yisheng spread his hands and shrugged, "Cousin is just lucky."

Ji Mingqian snorted lightly, "Him, with his bad character, how could he be lucky?"

Before his words were finished, a pillow came flying straight at him.

"Ji Mingqian, who are you bad-mouthing?"

Caught completely off guard, his handsome face took a direct hit.

Ji Mingqian looked angrily at the "assailant," "Ye Jiuliang, now you only know to protect him, right?"

The heartless wretch.

Playing with an orange, Ye Jiuliang flipped her eyelid, "Who told you to speak ill of him?"

Ji Mingqian was infuriated.

Being shielded by his own little wolf pup, Li Mochan’s smile never left his face, his iron arm around her waist tightening slightly.

He lifted his eyes lightly, glancing at Ji Mingqian, "Can’t accept defeat?"

Ji Mingqian was furious, "Who can’t accept defeat?"

"Yisheng, here’s your chance for revenge." Ye Jiuliang picked up a writing brush and handed it to Jiang Yisheng, encouragingly with a mischievous tone.