Chapter 035: Kidney x Doting Wife x Love-Struck Brain (5) + (6)

Chapter 035: Kidney x Doting Wife x Love-Struck Brain (5) + (6)

Mr. Zhou's Little Cat hasn't updated for a whole week, and the netizens are getting worried.

Although everyone reads his posts on the daily life of his doting wife as bathroom humor while cursing him, they still don’t want anything fatal to happen, leading to irreparable consequences.

"Did he really go to the hospital?"

"He mentioned planning to be hospitalized in his last post. Save him! Anyone else would have run away with the money by now, but he’s actually going through with the kidney donation?!"

"A few legal bloggers were alarmed and made it clear that selling organs is illegal, regardless of consent. This situation has never been about freedom or choice—it’s simply not allowed!"

Soon, the abundant information in the text was thoroughly digested, and the clues in the pictures were scrutinized by the netizens like under a magnifying glass.

Shi Cunyu didn’t delete his past life traces, which included photos of places he visited and where he lived long-term, making it easy to pinpoint the general area and possibly which university his husband worked at.

"The blogger being brainless is one thing, but what about his cheating husband who’s also involved in organ fraud?!"

"Exactly! Neither the scumbag nor the organ scammer should get away!"

"Expose them! They must be exposed! How can such scoundrels teach and educate others? Just thinking about it gives me chills. Marrying a student is already abnormal; even after graduation, it’s disgusting!"

"Blogger, are you still alive? If you’re kidnapped, blink. If you’re being threatened, wear black in your next post so we can see it!"

System: "Wow, they really found out which university Zhou Guanghe might work at. How did they figure this out?"

Keding: "Good job! Keep digging, I love it!"

System: "How far do you plan to take this? Ruin his reputation, make him lose his position, and give him a hard fall?"

Keding: "Let me think."

In the original story, Shi Cunyu was unwilling to ‘donate’ his kidney and cried, begging them to find another way.

Zhou Guanghe remained expressionless and used Cunyu’s adoptive parents as leverage, threatening his safety in the future.

Shi Cunyu, like a parasitic dodder flower, had been living off the Zhou family for years, with his job arranged by his husband, leaving him with little autonomy.

If he refused the surgery, his property, his life, and the temporarily suppressed family pressure would engulf him, leaving nothing behind.

Cornered, he eventually lay on the operating table, allowing the cold scalpel to cut into his body.

He then ‘voluntarily’ donated a healthy kidney as a twenty-sixth birthday gift for Bai Li.

"Zhou Guanghe is ruthless, making the original owner live a life worse than death."

After much thought, Keding finally decided: "A simple fall is too easy for him. Better to turn him into dog poop."

The private jet arrived in Las Vegas on March 16th.

Without waiting for the Zhou family’s arrangements, business partners had already arranged for dedicated personnel to provide close service from the moment they landed, with exclusive car transfers and everything taken care of.

The presidential suite at the Bellagio Hotel offered a panoramic view of the city’s magnificent night skyline. The gallery inside showcased genuine masterpieces by Picasso, Monet, Renoir, and others, while the casino was decorated in classical opulence, aiming for the utmost perfection.

On the first day, they watched a show; on the second day, they went shopping and took photos. Shi Cunyu was having a great time, while Zhou Guanghe showed little interest, occasionally checking company emails and messages from Bai Li.

Having traveled extensively since his youth, Bai Li had long lost interest in traveling.

Keding was genuinely enjoying himself.

"This is my first time on a plane!!"

"Oh oh oh, we’re taking off! We’re flying, flying, flying!!"

"The airplane food is delicious! What’s an entry form? Ah, I haven’t passed my Level Six English test yet!"

System: "The buffets in the gambling city are famous. You can eat until your belly is round."

"Eat!! Must eat a big portion!!"

By the end of the second day, Zhou Guanghe brought him back to the Bellagio Hotel.

Whether in Macau or Las Vegas, casinos are everywhere, almost inseparable from luxury hotels, designed to convert all tourists into gamblers.

Once you step into that realm, there are free drinks and snacks, complimentary casino chips, and even the air is carefully perfumed to heighten emotions, making everyone more engrossed.

System glanced inside and said, "Do you feel especially comfortable when you approach that direction?"

Keding: "Because of the scent of money?"

"Of course not," the System laughed. "The oxygen level inside is 30% higher than outdoors."

Keding: "Ah? They pump extra oxygen in there?"

"Probably to keep the gamblers excited," the System explained. "Sometimes, the human body is naturally weak."

Seeing Shi Cunyu looking in that direction, Zhou Guanghe stopped and casually asked, "Want to go in and play?"

"I’m too stupid to learn," Shi Cunyu smiled shyly. "Even though I’m your student, I seem to lack the knack for numbers."

Zhou Guanghe found this pleasing and, without showing emotion, took his hand and led him towards the casino.

"It’s simple, I’ll teach you."

The ground floor retained an American classical style from the 1980s. The enclosed and spacious corridor square was bathed in golden-blue light, with hundreds of screens displaying real-time game changes, but no clocks or mirrors were visible.

Time and self-awareness were erased here.

Foreigners with red, yellow, and black hair came and went from different directions. Dealers wore masks, performing repetitive mechanical actions, and the turquoise tiles were adorned with brilliant flowers.

Zhou Guanghe asked, "Which game do you want to play?"

Shi Cunyu was still timid. "It seems illegal; I don't dare to."

"Here in Las Vegas, you can rest assured."

Zhou Guanghe glanced casually behind him, and the accompanying staff immediately presented a suitcase, speaking respectfully. "President Huang sent you a million dollars worth of chips, saying you can spend them freely as his small token of appreciation."

Zhou Guanghe casually grabbed a handful and placed them in Shi Cunyu's hands, reviving the pleasure of teaching a student.

"It's very simple," the man said softly. "Everything is about probability and numbers. Set your expectations right, and you can win without losing."

System: "He's starting to show off! He can't wait to flaunt his skills!"

Keding: "I was nervous before coming here, afraid he wouldn't fall for it."

System: "I think I get it!! You plan to turn him into a legendary gambler, making him famous and rich, so we'll have endless money and infuriate him!!"

Keding looked at the dazzling slot machines and poker tables, the chips in his hand making a slight sound.

"Gambler gods only exist in movies."

"In reality, those who gamble only have one path—the dead end."

Shi Cunyu still acted with a hint of timidity.

When placing bets, he was hesitant, not daring to go big, and even seemed overwhelmed by the different sections of the table, uncertain of what to do.

After two rounds, Shi Cunyu barely won seven hundred dollars, apologizing slightly. "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for teaching me. Unfortunately, my English isn't good enough, so I couldn't follow what the dealer was saying."

At this point, he had barely spent half of his chips.

Zhou Guanghe said indifferently, "Give me the chips."

Taking the chips, he sat down at the Baccarat table and pushed all of them out, betting on the Banker.

"ALL IN."

The dealer, unfazed, asked others for their bets.

This game is simple—bet on the Banker, Player, or Tie. It can be crudely understood as two turtles racing, with guests using chips to guess which one will win.

Seeing Zhou Guanghe bet all his chips on the Banker, more people bet against him, while some hesitantly followed.

The result revealed the Banker won.

A mix of curses and laughter filled the air as the dealer smiled and congratulated him, returning double the chips.

System: "Holy crap, he just made sixteen thousand dollars in one go."

Keding: "Hmm, no rush."

Zhou Guanghe saw the admiring and envious look in Shi Cunyu's eyes and asked softly, "Did you understand?"

Shi Cunyu smiled. "Mr. Zhou, you're really lucky."

"Little fool." Zhou Guanghe chuckled softly. "True, the night before our probability exam retake, we were on a date."

Memories of youthful romance resurfaced, and many people sighed at his winnings, greatly satisfying the man's ego.

He remained elegant and unhurried, signaling his assistant to bring more chips.

While gently explaining the rules of the game, he held Shi Cunyu's hand, guiding him to place larger bets.

The young man's eyelashes fluttered. "Are you not afraid I'll lose everything?"

"No fear," the man's voice was low and husky. "I am your backup."

System: "If this weren't a kidney-seller story, I'd almost believe he's a charmingly overbearing professor."

Keding remained focused, unusually silent.

As the cards were revealed, the dealer showed surprise, congratulating him again.

"Six hundred and seventy thousand!!" The Malaysians nearby couldn't hide their jealousy. "You won another six hundred and seventy thousand! Damn! I should have bet with you!"

"Again, quickly!"

Third round. Won one million three hundred thousand.

Fifth round. Won four hundred and twenty thousand.

Ninth round. Won two million nine hundred and fifty thousand.

At this moment, Zhou Guanghe seemed like the true master of Las Vegas. It was as if he could control every card's number and suit with his mind, achieving whatever outcome he desired.

Numbers, probabilities—all were precisely manipulated until the chips piled up like a small mountain, nearly blocking the dealer's face.

Initially, there were only four or five casual players at the table. As the exclamations grew louder and the announcements kept congratulating him, nearly thirty people crowded around, eager to challenge the Chinese tourists.

Seeing Keding's silence, the system remained quiet for over half an hour before finally speaking.

"Do you hope he wins or loses?"

"Win."

Keding said, "And I hope he wins as much as possible."

System: "Honey, remember your mission, right? You're not falling for him, are you?"

"No."

"Then what you're hoping for now... is to see him go up in flames?"

Keding didn't even blink. "I hope he gets addicted."

In the eleventh round, Zhou Guanghe thought for a long time before personally signaling Shi Cunyu to bet on the player.

"How much?"

"All of it."

When Keding heard these two words, his taut nerves finally relaxed abruptly, and he let out a long breath in relief.

He took deep breaths of the oxygen mixed with cigarette smoke in the hall, feeling hunger in his stomach.

"Now, this mission is completely secure."

The system said, "The result isn't out yet."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Keding said. "From this moment on, Zhou Guanghe has already lost his life."

System: "What!"

"Play some music in my head!" Keding took a deep breath. "I want to play the theme song from Yu-Gi-Oh!, 'Fervent Duelist' by Shinji Kousaka!"

No one can defeat me with the Yu-Gi-Oh! BGM playing!

It's my turn—commentary!!

At that moment, the crowd around the gambling table was in an uproar, and Zhou Guanghe had become the center of attention.

Keding stared into his eyes and spoke amidst the intense music playing in his mind. "The moment he picked up the chips, his brain began to change."

"The casino never fears you winning money; they don't care if you lose money either."

"What they fear most is that you stop playing."

His mind automatically played abstract PPT images, with the layers of the occipital lobe highlighted, accompanied by a powerful narration.

"His visual cortex is being strongly activated. Now, the bright lights, advertisements, and chip colors are all transforming his neurons, further solidifying his intense focus."

The primitive instincts in his brain were fully awakened, making his body and mind engage in animal-like gambling and hunting.

Before the dealer could react, a black spectator had already shouted, raising his chips and slamming them down on the opposite side.

Someone loudly asked Zhou Guanghe how he calculated to keep winning, while others urged everyone to finish betting quickly, eager to see the results.

The music's drumbeats were strong and lively, the hall filled with fragrances, and even the oxygen seemed to carry a sense of intoxication.

Keding watched intently, speaking calmly and firmly.

"Every second now, his brain's reward circuitry is doubling the release of dopamine, activating every part of his brain with excitement and pleasure."

"That surpasses the pleasure of food, sex, and any conventional entertainment, with strong anticipation and reward."

The VTA area of the reward circuitry, the insular cortex responsible for sensory perception, and the cingulate gyrus linked to physiological instincts—all their fine structures were being mobilized and modified, becoming slaves to pleasure.

Shi Cunyu lightly touched the chips but then withdrew his hand. "Too much, I dare not."

The crowd grew even more agitated, speculating about the upcoming outcome, fully immersed in the moment.

"Hurry up and bet on the banker! He's going to lose everything!"

"I'll bet on the banker too! After winning so much, you're going to lose it all this time!"

"Motherfucker! How can it still be the player? Do you know anything about this game, bro!"

Zhou Guanghe raised an eyebrow at him, stood up calmly, and pushed the mountain of chips in front of the dealer.

"Right now, norepinephrine is also skyrocketing."

Keding looked through the man's appearance, recalling each page of the anatomy textbook, as if narrating a documentary.

"The dorsolateral prefrontal cortex, DLPFC, related to cognition, rationality, and focusing on benefits, is undergoing uncontrollable passive changes."

"The orbitofrontal cortex, OFC, regulating impulses and drive, the brake pads are wearing down, and will be hard to repair in the future."

At this point, his tone had a hint of pity.

"Every piece of the brain is delicate and fragile, unable to withstand such intense shocks."

The system, hearing this, was completely baffled.

"Is it really that scary to mess with a medical student?"

"Quite shameful," Keding said. "Just a bit of rudimentary neuroscience."

In the extremely tense atmosphere, the dealer revealed the cards, and the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

"He won—he won!"

"Five point eight million! This guy won five point eight million dollars!!"

"Incredible, my God! This must be magic!"

"Are you going to continue? If not, can I take your seat? I want to win money too!!"

The highest denomination chips were clattering loudly, each token stamped with golden foil, shimmering brilliantly at this moment.

Zhou Guanghe smiled at Shi Cunyu, gently stroking his hair.

"We won."

Shi Cunyu held the chips up to him as if they were thousands of diamonds, wearing a childlike expression of joy.

The man no longer lingered at the gambling table, signaling his assistant to collect the chips and exchange them for cash, returning twice the amount of the friend's earlier hospitality.

"Let's go, tonight ends here."

Shi Cunyu followed behind him, like a beautiful and docile pet.

System: "Are you sure it's okay?"

"This kid is ruthless when he needs to be and doesn't hesitate to leave when it's time. Ke Bao, look, he won so much money!"

In just a few hours, Zhou Guanghe had won over forty million yuan.

Even after returning double the amount of the friend's chips, he still made a pure profit of twenty-seven million seven hundred and thirty thousand yuan, without any personal investment.

That equates to an apartment in the center of Shanghai, a brand new Lamborghini, or an unimaginable income that billions of people can never dream of!

With every step out, Keding felt more settled, his steps steadier.

"It's too late to leave the casino now."

"Do you think, after all this tonight, he'll really not recall this moment when he returns home?"

No, absolutely not.

Once there's a first time, there will be a second, a third, countless times.

Cheers, high stakes, the thrill of turning hundreds of thousands into millions—it's all etched deep into the brain.

Can you still be content writing papers and evaluating titles after making three million in a few hours?

Can you still stand on a podium for hours of hard work to earn the respect and awe of ordinary people?

The system recalled Zhou Guanghe's words earlier and his eleven consecutive wins tonight, feeling uneasy.

"He knows probability theory, and his math seems excellent..."

"Bullshit," Keding said coldly. "After eleven rounds, did you see any reaction from the dealer?"

The spectators screamed, the opponents cursed, but the dealer remained numb and mechanical, barely changing his expression.

If there can be eleven consecutive wins, there can also be thirty consecutive losses.

In a casino where daily turnover reaches tens of billions of dollars, every scene is cliché.

Zhou Guanghe, your good days are ahead.