Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 188 A Billionaire Helper At Mahjong Table

Hiram hugged Rachel from behind and kissed her on the cheek. Rachel could feel his heart pounding

on her back.

"Okay, here you go. Everyone's waiting for you at the dinner table, go and get changed! My mom and

Emma want to play mahjong after dinner, but they still need one more player, and I don't know how to

play, " Rachel said sweetly.

Hiram frowned at her. Had he heard her wrong? She wanted him to play mahjong with three old ladies?

"Fine, I could, but I want you to do something for me too, " Hiram said, smiling seductively.

He looked at Rachel with bright eyes and whispered in her ear, "I have a plan for tonight..."

"Stop, stop talking! You've never been satisfied, have you?" Rachel asked, interrupting him abruptly.

She couldn't even remember how many times they had made love last night. She had thought they'd

take a break tonight at least.

"Fine, but you're asking me to play mahjong with three old ladies. Since I'm the president of Streams

Company, and the future master of the Rong family, I'm afraid my reputation will be ruined if people get

to know this."

Hiram looked sideways at Rachel and curled his lips.

Rachel stared back at him with her chin raised defiantly. "Wash your hands and have dinner! It's just

mahjong. I bet I could manage it myself."

After they finished having dinner, Fannie told all of them that she'd been bored recently, since she

couldn't go out to dance at the square with the other elders or walk for a long time outside. Besides,

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She asked Emma to prepare the mahjong table, and the four of them, Emma, Tracy, Rachel and

herself sat around it. After a while of playing the game, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Rachel, please don't tell people you're my daughter. I reminded you several times to be alert and not

put down the pieces other people need on the table. Look at you, you've been making other people win

the whole time. You're ticking me off!"

Fannie shook her head again and again. She knew for a fact that Rachel was smart, so she couldn't

understand why Rachel was so bad at playing mahjong.

Rachel had initially planned to let them win since losing some money wasn't such a big deal, but now it

seemed that money wasn't the only thing she was losing, but also her temper. She felt her temper

rising, because she didn't know what was happening in the game except that she had to keep giving

her money away.

Soon, another round was over.

Rachel couldn't wait anymore. She ran upstairs for help.

"Hiram, are you there? Come with me please. I think I need you to come and play the next round.

Please!" begged Rachel.

Hiram, who was reading a book in his study, glanced at Rachel when she came in before shifting his

eyes back to the book. "I distinctly remember you saying that you could manage it yourself. Did I hear

you wrong?"

"No, I was wrong. I thought it would be easy to learn, but it turned out I overestimated myself. I used to

think Luke sucked at playing games, but now I realize that I am no better than him without your help.

Come down with me, please!" Rachel continued begging. She came over and took the English novel

he was reading out of his hands.

Hiram was in no hurry. He gazed at Rachel with interest as he rested his chin on his hands. "So, you

agree to my plan for tonight?"

Rachel gazed back at him and bit her lips with hesitation before slightly nodding her head.

"Fine, as you like, but just for once, " she bargained.

Since Hiram had gotten what he wanted, he decided to put an end to her bargaining. He got up from

his chair, placed his hand on her shoulder and said pleasantly, "Deal. A promise is a promise!"

When they went back to the table, Hiram didn't join the game, but sat beside Rachel and instructed her

on how to play.

"My dear, I don't think you could do any better even if you have your husband here, " Fannie teased her

daughter cheerfully, seeing that she had somehow dragged Hiram downstairs for the game.

Rachel stared at Fannie incredulously. "Mom, look at you! I know you're the biggest winner here

tonight!"

Hiram smiled as he watched Rachel bicker with her mom, which was a scene that never happened in

his family. His parents and him were always courteous to each other, like hosts and their guests.

Rachel looked at the pieces she had and picked one of them randomly, but Hiram stopped her before

she could put it on the table. He picked another one for her, and murmured to her, "Take a good look at

what you're picking. This one is the useless one."

Rachel won this round by her own draw, and she started to feel like mahjong wasn't as hard as she had

thought it was.

"Hiram, you're always busy with work and going on trips. When did you get the time to learn to play

this?"

Rachel asked curiously. She had come to notice that Hiram seemed to know everything, as if he was a

walking encyclopedia.

"Yeah, I really have no time for learning games, but you must have more faith in your husband. I'll

become a master in any game as long as I watch one round of it being played, " Hiram said, and

indeed, he was gifted with an extraordinary retentive memory.

Rachel was speechless. The saying that intelligence trumped everything was true after all. She was

seeing it in real life with her own eyes.

She won the next two rounds too, which made Fannie lose her patience and suggest that they all go to

bed.

Rachel stood up and stretched. It was over finally, and time to sleep! But when she turned around as

she wanted to walk up the stairs, she saw Hiram's smiling face.

"A promise is a promise, honey, " Hiram reminded her. "I'll be waiting for you upstairs, and you'd better

show up in your bedroom in ten minutes."

Rachel stood still where she was. What exactly had she promised him?

If Hiram knew what would happen later, he would drag Rachel upstairs right now.

Ten minutes later, Hiram was lying on the bed after a quick shower, and he glanced at the clock

expectantly. The ten minutes were up, and he was expecting Rachel to show up any second. Right as

he started to wonder where she was, the door was opened.

He stared greedily at the woman at the door. But why was her face so rosy? Was she too shy to come

in?

She looked quite different tonight, more attractive than usual. Her eyes were glittering like a pair of

black pearls, her face was flushed as if she was drunk, and she bit her lips as she walked to the bed.

"I took a shower this afternoon, so I'm going to bed now without shower, okay?" she said hastily before

taking off her clothes.

Hiram nodded in surprise, wondering what Rachel was going to do next, but the next second, he

frowned. "Wait. Did you drink?"

Only ten minutes had passed since he came upstairs, but Rachel smelled like she had swum in wine.

How many glasses had she drunk?

"People always say that alcohol makes you brave. You told me you'd be waiting for me here, and I

thought, since you're always saying that I hold back in bed, why not drink some wine to..." She stopped

talking and burped. She'd drunk the wine too quickly without any idea about the effect it would have on

her besides the heat on her face.

Hiram leaned back and laughed. Yes, he was enjoying Rachel's initiative, but he had never said that

she was holding back in bed.

They had only been married for three months, and they had just begun exploring the secrets of a man

and a woman. He didn't think it was the time to look for things to excite them yet.

He was still thinking about how Rachel had misunderstood him when she suddenly leaned in and

kissed him violently. She tasted like wine.

Any misgivings Hiram had disappeared immediately, and he began to think that wine was really a good

thing. Rachel was more attractive to him than usual.

He was thoroughly enjoying the moment when he suddenly felt something heavy falling down on his

shoulders.

"What the hell... Honey?"

Hiram frowned and exhaled, then realized that his wife had fallen asleep in the middle of kissing him. It

was like she'd been kicked on the head by the wine she'd drunk.

Had God sent her here just to torture him? He wondered about this as he struggled to fall asleep.

The next morning, Rachel woke up with a heavy headache, and she sat up abruptly when she saw

what time it was. Damn Hiram, why hadn't he woken her up?

She'd already asked for a day off the first day she returned. She couldn't take leave on the next day,

too.

She quickly got up and got dressed. By the time she rushed into her office, everyone around her was

already plunged into work as usual.

Seeing Rachel dash into the office at this time of day, Daniel asked with surprise, "What makes you

show up here? I thought you asked for another day off."

Rachel retrieved several files from the cabinet and put them on her desk before turning to Daniel.

"Pardon? You mean the man up in the CEO office asked for another day off for me?"