Chapter 1959 - 1960: The Terrifying Power of Gentle Betrayal
Chapter 1959: Chapter 1960: The Terrifying Power of Gentle Betrayal
Li Shengxiao wrapped his arm around Rong Yan’s waist, slowly set down his wine glass, and his lips, stained with wine, looked like petals touched by cinnabar, red and sexy. His thin lips parted, and his deep eyes rested on Rong Yan, "Your health isn’t good, mom told you to drink less. Next time if you want to drink, let me do it for you. Yanyan, be good~"
Oh my god.
Rong Yan’s legs went soft, nearly failing to hold herself up.
What, what, what does he actually want! If you want to kill or torture, just say it directly. This sudden gentle blow is too terrifying!
Leng Feng’s face turned black, glaring silently at Li Shengxiao with a solemn expression. But when he saw Rong Yan looking up at the man beside her the whole time, his hands clenched tightly.
No one dared to breathe loudly, but Gu Linxi remained calm, saying, "Why are you guys here?"
Cui Jiangjing smirked insincerely, "If I don’t come, I might as well let the sheep graze on my head!"
A large expanse of green grass growing above me, it’s making me anxious!
Fu Yi chuckled softly and greeted everyone in the private room with a gentle elegance, "Don’t mind us, continue playing. We’re just here to join the fun."
He wasn’t the least bit courteous, directly finding a spot to sit down, smiling as he beckoned to the manager of Meizu, "This bit of booze isn’t enough, have someone bring a few more bottles over. I remember I stored some wine here, just use mine."
The manager of Meizu looked at him in surprise and then quickly lowered his head, "Alright, okay, Mr. Fu."
After ordering the drinks, he acted as if he were the host, turning his head with a smile to call out to the others, "Why are you standing? Sit down."
"Alright, okay."
Others, like Zhu Zhu and the like, sat down.
His gaze shifted, landing on Leng Feng, who was staring aggressively at Rong Yan and the others. Silently curling up his lips, Fu Yi suddenly suggested, "Were you playing the King’s Game? This game is pretty dull with so many people, not very exciting. Only one person gets to play each round, how about we switch to dice? What do you say?"
"How do you play?" Zhu Zhu, perhaps feeling he was approachable, courageously replied.
Fu Yi raised an eyebrow, seemingly unintentionally glancing at Leng Feng, "It’s simple. We play with numbers. Each person gets 6 dice, you can call any number. The next person must call a number that’s one higher. If you think the number is too high and can’t raise it, you can call a reveal. The loser drinks a glass."
Zhu Zhu listened, half-understanding, nodding, "Oh, seems easy enough..."
Fu Yi smiled slightly, "It’s supposed to be easy. Let’s try a round, you can learn as we go."
He looked up and said to Li Shengxiao, who had drunk two glasses of foreign wine, "Shengxiao, your stomach isn’t good, you shouldn’t play."
Leng Feng’s brows twitched, his eyes seemed to flicker towards the proud and noble man.
Rong Yan remembered this too, chiming in, "Yeah, you shouldn’t play."
Cui Jiangjing interrupted at this point, speaking in a laid-back manner, "Little Yan Rong, that’s not right. Everyone’s playing, if he doesn’t come, and just sits there watching us, how boring is that."
"But..."
"It’s decided, then." Cui Jiangjing made an immediate decision.
While Rong Yan wasn’t looking, he exchanged a cunning glance with Fu Yi.
Then Fu Yi asked the manager to bring out a row of strong liquor, arranging them in a line on the table, grinning at everyone, "Those who can’t handle strong drinks, raise your hand first, I’ll explain the game rules again. It’s simple, no turning back once you’re in! If you start, you’ve got to play all the way through, no backing out mid-game after a couple of drinks. When all the bottles are empty, the game’s over. OK?"