The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family - Chapter 62: Health Tea Punishment

Chapter 62

The Jing Family was in the midst of an intense ‘battle’.

After dinner, Jing Zejun suggested playing a game for fun.

The three of them found a deck of cards that had never been used and started playing “Fight the Landlord” (a popular Chinese card game).

Jing Zeqian and Jing Yi’s faces were covered with paper slips, to the point where their eyes were barely visible. In comparison, the number of paper slips on Jing Zejun’s face was pitifully few.

[I’m about to die laughing, this isn’t “Fight the Landlord” at all, it’s just a one-sided battle between Jing Zeqian and Jing Yi.]

[No matter what roles they’re playing, Young Master Jing and Jing Yi are both determined to make the other lose!]

[Haha, I never thought I’d be so entertained watching others play cards on a livestream!]

[Jing Yi just ‘bombed’ Young Master Jing again!]

“Bomb!”

Jing Zeqian was so angry that the paper slips on his face were shaking. “Jing Yi, we’re both farmers! Jing Zejun is the landlord! I play a pair of threes, and you respond with four fours?!”

“I don’t care! Who told you to criticize my health tea earlier? Now, can you beat this or not?!”

After dinner, Jing Yi had originally wanted to brew some health tea to aid digestion, but Jing Zeqian immediately recognized it as the same tea his brother had tricked him into drinking before!

He promptly refused and criticized it extensively.

Jing Yi then decided to use the tea as a punishment for losing the game – whoever ended up with the most paper slips on their face would have to drink the entire cup of health tea without leaving a drop.

[Now I’m even more curious about that health tea, just how bad can it taste?!]

[I saw it! Jing Zejun secretly tried a sip earlier, and her expression immediately turned to one of existential crisis!]

[Young Master Jing seems to be losing, his face is almost out of space for more paper slips.]

[Hahaha, I can’t wait to see who’ll be the lucky one to drink it!]

Jing Zejun, sitting to the side, was also laughing so hard she could barely muster any strength. She lay on the sofa, looking at the cards in her hand.

She felt that no matter how bad her cards were, she wouldn’t lose. After all, she had tasted the tea earlier, and there was no way she could swallow a whole cup.

Looking at the paper slips on the faces of the two beside her, she was pretty sure she’d be lucky enough to avoid the tea.

Jing Zejun also played a pair of threes. Jing Zeqian glanced sideways at the motionless Jing Yi, “Your turn. You’ve already played a bomb, can’t you beat a pair of threes?”

“Pass.”

Jing Zeqian glared at her and quickly played a pair of Aces. Now it was Jing Zejun’s turn to pass, shaking her head to indicate the next player.

Just as Jing Zeqian was about to play again, Jing Yi swiftly laid down a pair of Jokers.

“…Didn’t you just say you couldn’t play anything?!”

“A pair of Jokers for a pair of threes would have been a waste of good cards.”

Jing Zeqian gripped his cards tightly, recalling the four fours she had just played. And that wasn’t a waste?

“Pass!”

Jing Yi looked at the cards in her hand. They had agreed beforehand that even if teammates lost, the one with more cards would have to add an extra paper slip.

She played a pair, which Jing Zeqian promptly topped.

“Three with one” – three sixes with a pair of sevens.

“Three with one!” – three eights with a pair of twos.

Jing Zeqian silently looked up at Jing Yi. Who on earth taught her this reckless way of playing?

“You had a pair of twos? Why didn’t you use them earlier?”

Jing Zeqian’s tone was almost despairing, while Jing Zejun on the side was shaking with laughter.

In the end, Jing Zejun emerged victorious, while Jing Zeqian, having two more cards than Jing Yi, had two more slips added to his face.

When Jing Zeyou returned home, he found three people in the living room, two of whom were so covered in paper slips that their faces were barely visible.

“Are you playing cards?”

Jing Yi, happy about beating Jing Zeqian, waved at Jing Zeyou.

“Big brother, you’re back! Want to join us for a game?”

Jing Zeqian beside her vehemently refused, “Big brother, don’t play with her! She’s terrible at cards!”

[Ah! The CEO is back from work!]

[I haven’t seen the CEO all day!]

[Finally, I’ve been waiting for this! CEO, please appear more often!]

Jing Zeyou’s lips curved into a smile. It seemed they were having quite a good time at home; he had been worried they might feel uncomfortable.

He was about to go upstairs when he noticed a familiar liquid on the table. His breath caught, and he looked at Jing Yi, probing, “That drink is…?”

“Oh, it’s health tea. I originally made it to help with digestion, but now it’s become a punishment.”

Jing Zeyou understood. As long as it wasn’t left for him, it was fine. It did indeed seem like a punishment.

[I bet the CEO has definitely tried Jing Yi’s health tea before!]

[Hahaha, I’m getting more and more interested in this tea! Even the mighty CEO is afraid of it!]

[Come on, let’s place bets on who will end up with the health tea!]

[I bet a salted fish it’ll definitely be Young Master Jing!]

After Jing Zeyou went upstairs, the three of them started counting the paper slips on their faces.

Jing Zejun quickly finished counting her slips – only five.

Meanwhile, Jing Zeqian and Jing Yi were still counting. Not only were the people present tense, but the online viewers were also on edge.

Jing Yi finished counting first, and after a few seconds, Jing Zeqian finished too.

She decided to take the initiative, “How many do you have?”

Jing Zeqian, not willing to give in, held onto his paper slips tightly, “You tell me first!”

“No, you first!”

“…How about we say it together?” Jing Zejun worried that if they kept this up, they might not even make it to dinner.

They both nodded in agreement, and Jing Zejun started the countdown.

Three, two, one…

“28!”

“25!”

Jing Yi happily raised both hands, cheering, “Yay! I won! Jing Zejun, I won!”

Jing Zeyou came downstairs to see the two girls holding hands and cheering, while Jing Zeqian was staring at the paper slips in his hand in disbelief.

It seemed his brother would have to drink that health tea, Jing Zeyou quickly concluded.

Jing Yi’s almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents as she personally handed the health tea to Jing Zeqian, “Second brother, here you go!”

Jing Zeqian hadn’t expected to encounter this health tea again so soon.

His hand trembled slightly as he held the cup, “If I drink this, I might not be able to continue filming the variety show…”

Jing Yi glared at him, “How can it be that bad?! This is health tea, not poison!”

He felt it wasn’t an exaggeration at all. If he wasn’t mistaken, he was probably the only one in the family who had drunk this stuff before.

A bet’s a bet!

Jing Zeqian pinched his nose and gulped it down in one go.

“Water!”

Jing Zeyou had already prepared water and handed it to Jing Zeqian.

Seeing Jing Zeqian’s expression, he felt somewhat relieved that he had come home a bit late.

[Hahaha, Jing Zeqian is absolutely hilarious!]

[The CEO must have tried that tea before, otherwise he wouldn’t be so sympathetic!]

[Help, I could watch them play cards forever, I’m dying of laughter.]

As night fell, the Jing family began to busy themselves with dinner preparations.

The task of washing vegetables was still assigned to Jing Zeqian, while Jing Zeyou was responsible for handling the meat dishes. For Jing Zeyou, this was quite a novel experience.

Then there was Jing Yi in charge of cooking and Jing Zejun responsible for plating. For a while, the kitchen was filled with a warm, familial atmosphere.

Jing Zeyou finally got his wish to eat dinner prepared by Jing Yi.