101: Chapter 101 describes the use of three trump cards, which is called strategic deterrence.

On the television, the two Spring Festival Gala hosts, dressed in festive attire, were shouting at the top of their lungs about "making dumplings," and the background music made the windows buzz.

On the coffee table, a pile of melon seed shells looked like a miniature version of the Five Finger Mountain.

Lu Li was sunken into the old sofa, his posture even lazier than Ge You's, looking just like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

He leisurely peeled a sugar mandarin orange, picked off all the white strings, and casually stuffed it into Su Qingxue's mouth beside him.

"Is it sweet?"

Su Qingxue's cheeks were puffed out like a hamster hoarding food, and she nodded vaguely.

She was clutching a handful of playing cards, her brow furrowed into a " river" shape, staring intensely at her hand—the level of concentration was higher than when she signed merger contracts worth hundreds of millions.

"Stop looking. You won't see any flowers blooming from them no matter how long you stare."

Lu Li propped his legs on the edge of the coffee table, dangling his cotton slippers: "Second Aunt's husband already played a pair of 3s; you should beat that."

Su Qingxue hesitated, pulled out two Kings of Hearts, stuffed them back in, then pulled out two 4s of Diamonds, her fingers struggling with the decision.

"I... I can't beat it, can I?"

She turned her head to ask for help, those eyes that were usually decisive in the business world and made competitors fear her, now revealing a kind of "clear-eyed stupidity."

"Why can't you beat it?"

Lu Li leaned over, resting his chin on her shoulder, pointing at her terrible hand and giving bad advice: "Play this, Joker Bomb! Crush him! You absolutely cannot lose in terms of momentum! What is this called? This is called bloodline suppression!"

"Huh?"

Su Qingxue was stunned: "They played a pair of 3s, and I play a Joker Bomb?"

"This is called a dimensionality reduction strike."

Lu Li spouted nonsense with a straight face: "Think about it, when you're doing business, if an opponent presents a small proposal worth a few million, don't you just throw a Joker Bomb of a merger deal right at them? The logic is the same, open up your perspective!"

Su Qingxue felt something was wrong, but she also felt her husband made so much sense that she couldn't even refute him.

And so.

"Slap!"

The Big and Small Jokers were slapped onto the table by her with heroic spirit, making the teacups jump.

The air went quiet for three seconds.

The ash from the cigarette held by Second Aunt's husband, who was sitting opposite, fell off in a large chunk, burning him and making him shiver, his face twisted as if he were constipated: "Niece-in-law... you... you aren't playing by the rules, are you? I just played a pair of 3s to test the waters, and you gave me a nuclear strike?"

Second Aunt, watching from the side, laughed until she slapped her thigh, tears welling up: "Oh my, the way Qingxue played that card is incredibly domineering! It's just like Lu Li when he was little—chasing wolves with his bare butt—bold as can be!"

Su Qingxue's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and she shrank her neck, muttering softly: "Lu Li told me to play it..."

"Blaming me?"

Lu Li tossed a peanut into his mouth, crunching it loudly: "I am the strategist; the decision-making power is in your hands. Besides, this is called strategic deterrence, understand? It's all about psychological warfare."

Another burst of laughter erupted at the table.

This game of "Run Fast" with bets of just a few yuan was played with the intensity of a multi-million dollar high-stakes gamble.

Although Su Qingxue was losing miserably and the pile of small change in front of her was about to run out, she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

There were no insincere compliments, no calculating probes.

Only the warmth of a household and these elders who genuinely treated her like family.

This feeling was more intoxicating than earning a hundred million—it was absolutely amazing.

On the other side, on the living room carpet.

Wang Peng was lying on the carpet, roaring at his phone screen.

"Go! Heal me! Do you even know how to play?!"

Beside him, a pink dorami was sitting cross-legged, connected to a tablet.

On the screen, the game character moved with flair, instantly reaping a Penta Kill.

"Penta Kill!" The impassioned game sound effect exploded.

Wang Peng threw his phone aside and lunged to hug dorami's leg: "Adoptive mother! Accept your child's bow! Carry me in rank and let me fly!"

dorami's electronic eyes blinked twice, emitting a sweet mechanical voice: "Basic operation, don't 666 me. However, I suggest you go see an ophthalmologist. In that last team fight, were you delivering packages to the other side?"

"Pfft—" Lu Yaoguang, who was drinking water, sprayed it out instantly.

"Pengpeng, you are so bad at playing Honor of Kings that even the Robot despises you! This is an official roast!"

Wang Peng's face flushed: "Sis! This is tactical coordination! Coordination, get it?!"

The house was full of warmth, and firecrackers sounded outside the window.

On Lu Li's side, the game ended, and Su Qingxue had, without suspense, lost her last five yuan.

She turned her head pitifully, spreading her empty palms in front of Lu Li like a kitten begging for food.

"Hubby, I'm out of money."

That "Hubby" carried three parts grievance and seven parts coquettishness.

Lu Li felt his bones go soft.

He pulled a handful of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and dumped them into her hands like a nouveau riche: "Take it! Our family has plenty of money; lose! Go ahead and lose! If you run out, I'll have dorami exchange more cash for you."

dorami, who was accepting Wang Peng's worship, suddenly stiffened, her electronic eyes turning into two big "X"s, and she silently shrank into the corner, as if saying: I have it too hard; after accompanying the kid, I still have to run errands.

The heating in the room was very strong, and a thick layer of frost had formed on the window glass.

Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers could be heard from outside, making this New Year's Eve feel even more peaceful.

Lu Li looked at all the smiling faces in the room.

He watched Su Qingxue arguing with Second Aunt's husband over a few yuan, watched Wang Peng hugging the Robot's leg and calling it "Daddy," and watched his parents' backs as they busied themselves in the kitchen boiling dumplings.

A smile played on his lips.

This is the beauty of life.

"Dinner is ready! Dumplings are here!" Mother Lu walked out of the kitchen carrying two large plates of steaming dumplings, and the scent of fragrant vinegar and chili oil instantly whetted everyone's appetite.

"Stop playing! Everyone go wash your hands!" Father Lu followed behind, holding two bottles of Maotai that had been treasured for many years, his face glowing.

Everyone got up and crowded towards the bathroom in a lively manner.

Su Qingxue just stood up, her legs a bit numb, and she swayed.

Lu Li reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist: "Did you lose so much money that your legs went weak?"

"It's all because of your bad advice!" Su Qingxue pinched the soft flesh on his waist lightly, her eyes sparkling: "I could have clearly won that hand, but you insisted I play the bomb."

"That's called show effect." Lu Li chuckled and took the opportunity to steal a kiss on her face: "If you lose, it's on me; if you win, it's yours. If that doesn't work, you can pay me back with your body tonight."

Su Qingxue's ears turned red, and she pushed him: "Mom and Dad are right there!"

The two of them flirted as they walked to the dining table.

Wang Peng, that kid, was the most eager, already waiting at the table with chopsticks, drool almost dripping down.

But he didn't dare touch the chopsticks. Although the kid was mischievous, he had good manners; he didn't dare eat before the elders.

Only his eyes would glance at the phone on the coffee table from time to time. Since the game was paused halfway through, he was still thinking about that Penta Kill replay.

"Sit, everyone sit." Father Lu invited everyone to be seated and poured wine for the men. A table full of sumptuous dishes made everyone's mouth water.

Braised pork belly, steamed sea bass, soy-sauce duck, cheese lobster, stir-fried sea cucumber... all kinds of dishes, many of which had been prepared in advance by hotel chefs.

Lu Li picked up his wine glass, preparing to say a few polite words. Suddenly.

"Holy crap!!!"

A scream shattered the cozy atmosphere. Wang Peng, as if he had springs in his butt, launched himself off the chair, causing a loud crash as he and the chair went flying.

Clutching his phone, his face was deathly pale, as if he had seen Sadako crawling out of the screen.

"What's wrong? Why are you acting so jumpy!" Second Aunt smacked him impatiently: "It's the New Year! Why are you screaming like a ghost! Who are you trying to scare to death?"

"N-no..." Wang Peng held up the phone, trembling, his voice shaking—it was the loss of voice that follows extreme terror.

"Bro... look at this... something huge has happened..."

Lu Li raised an eyebrow, put down his wine glass, and took the phone. On the screen was a short video interface.

The striking title was like a bloody knife, stabbing straight into his eyes, glaringly red.

**[Guanghui Technology's Shocking Scam: Doraemon Self-Destructs on the Street! Suspected C4 Bomb! Is this the Pride of Domestic Goods you all praise?]**

The video played automatically. That blue fatty was reduced to ashes in the flames, surrounded by terrified screams.

In the comment section, malicious reviews flooded in; tens of thousands of insults were like a black blizzard, overwhelming and all-encompassing.

"Scammers, may your whole family die!"

"Murderers! Keeping this thing at home is like a ticking time bomb!"

"Trash company! Refund! Refund!"

"This kind of black-hearted merchant should be executed!"

Lu Li's finger hovered over the screen for a moment.

The relaxed, playful expression on his face faded away bit by bit.