A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

34: You make me happy

After the quarrel ended, everyone settled down to watch the show.

The guests let out one burst of laughter after another.

The old Duke's haggard face slowly began to smile. The script written by his son was really splendid. His literary attainments weren't at all inferior to his skill in martial arts. He could do anything.

Cassia's laughter was the sharpest and drew the most attention. When the plot reached its climax, she even made weird "ee ee ee" noises when she laughed after running out of breath.

She clenched her fists and pounded the table or slapped her thighs, rocking backwards and forwards with laughter. No woman in the room was so uninhibited.

She'd completely forgotten how hard she worked to maintain a cold and elegant persona.

If even she was so absorbed, forget about everyone else.

The play was an amazing success. It ranked among Gloria's finest comedies of all time.

Only Jian Qiao was immune to this jovial feast. Although he watched the stage intently, his misty eyes seemed to see nothing. All the noise, all the laughter, all the cheer had nothing to do with him.

His body was present but his soul was far away.

Rege could sense he wasn't happy.

Jian Qiao couldn't seem to fit himself into this joyful atmosphere or allow himself a moment of amusement, no matter what. His heart was trapped somehow.

Rege, who was originally in the best of spirits, gradually grew silent and somber as well. He glanced at Jian Qiao again and again, and his brow grew tighter and tighter. He no longer saw the performance on stage or heard the laughter from the audience. He only wanted to know why Jian Qiao wasn't happy.

Where exactly was his heart?

Why was he always so melancholy?

What could he do to make him smile?

These questions gave Rege a headache.

The guests who surrounded him continued to exclaim with admiration, "Ray, what a wonderful play you've written!"

"Ray, this is the best comedy I've ever seen!"

But in Rege's opinion, the performance was a failure! It hadn't achieved its intended goal at all! It wasn't even funny!

Rege's face was strained, and he only applauded once or twice, like someone owed him a lot of gold coins.

Jian Qiao thought he was still upset with the old Duke, so he didn't think much of it.

The old Duke, who had a smile on his face, slowly became uneasy.

In this bizarre atmosphere, the performance concluded. Prince Andrew came over, tossed a heavy cloth bag onto the table, and looked gloomily at Cassia, whose cheeks were red with laughter. He grunted coldly and strode away.

Another nobleman approached, holding a ring in his palm. "Ray, you won. Now it's back to its rightful owner."

They were here to pay off the bet.

"I wasn't trying to win anything, I just wanted you to see a damn good show!"

Rege tried to explain to this group of people, but their pride was hurt so badly they didn't want to hear it, and they went away.

The performance on stage broke up, the cheerful laughter subsided, the heated atmosphere returned to calm. All that remained of the evening's entertainment was the lingering fragrance of perfume and wine.