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âAlright, round two! Shuffle the cards!â
Mu Xiaoxiao didnât want to play any longer but had no choice but to endure it and play on. After everyone else had picked a card, she did so too under the urging of the crowd.
She took a casual look at her card and saw the three of diamonds. She froze.
âAlright alright, lay down your cards!â everyone hollered.
Mu Xiaoxiao sighed and revealed her hand. Her card was undoubtedly the smallest.
However, she had never imagined that the âkingâ of this round would be Han Yunâer.
Han Yunâerâs lips curled up into a smile, and she looked at Mu Xiaoxiao with malicious intent.
Mu Xiaoxiaoâs face was a little frozen. She felt that this woman was constantly out for her. With such a good chance now, why wasnât she quickly doing something?
Han Yunâer saw the uneasiness on Mu Xiaoxiaoâs face and was pleased. Letâs see how I mess with you, you slut!
âAlright, as king, Iâll order you toâ¦â
Before she could finish her sentence, Mu Xiaoxiao swooped up a glass in her hand first and downed it.
Luckily, the glass wasnât the large kind. However, the way she downed it almost made her spout it out. She had to force it in and swallow it.
âAlright, I drank it.â She turned the glass over to show them.
Han Yunâerâs expression was a little dark, and she glared at Mu Xiaoxiao.
The crowd whooped and clapped. âNo wonder sheâs Young Master Jieâs woman. What an impressive attitude!â
âThen let the next round begin!â
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced askance at Han Yunâer. Sure enough, the latter looked furious. She gloated with glee internally. Trying to plot against me? Iâm not giving you a chance; Iâll stifle your efforts to death!
The next round began. With her fighting spirit aroused, Mu Xiaoxiao really wanted to be king so that she could strike back at Han Yunâer.
However, this game was too reliant on luck. Mu Xiaoxiao wasnât king but was lucky enough to not be the slave either. She hadnât imagined that the unlucky one would be Han Yunâer again, while the position of the king went to another rich young master.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYunâer, why is it you again? Iâll not put you in a spot, so how about this: do a pole dance on stage; how about that?â the rich young master said with amusement.
Han Yunâer radiated shyness but still went up onto the stage. Grabbing onto the shoulders of a boy, she did a sexy little dance.
The atmosphere in the room heated up. The boys whooped.
Han Yunâer swayed her hips as she strolled back, wearing an embarrassed look on her face. She then exchanged a look with the person beside her.
Mu Xiaoxiao was the slave in the next round.
Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that it was weird that although there were only two girls, her and Han Yunâer, in the game, they were the ones who always lost. This was too coincidental.
However, she wasnât a sore loser, but not wanting to be tricked into doing things, she had no choice but to drink.
The crowd saw her drink again and was disappointed. However, no one dared to say anything because she was Young Master Jieâs woman.
In the next few games, Mu Xiaoxiao was the one who lost more.
Mu Xiaoxiao hiccuped on her sixth drink, her senses fuzzy. She shook her hand and said, âI canât take it. I canât drink anymore⦠Iâm going to vomit.â
Beside her, Han Yunâer looked on with a smile on her face. She exchanged a glance with the rich young master beside her, their eyes communicating a plot.
If Young Master Jie sees you like this, he will feel so sorry for you. But isnât it weird that he hasnât come back even after such a long time? How about I take you up to the room upstairs to rest? When Young Master Jie is back, Iâll tell him to go upstairs to look for you.â