Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the middle of all the fun, Yin Shaojie’s phone rang. He held it up to see who was calling but hung up on the person without a word.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him curiously. “Who called?”
Yin Shaojie didn’t reply. The phone started ringing again not a few seconds later.
“I’m going out to get a call,” he said. He released her hand, which he had been holding; stood up; and left.
The crowd took this chance to gather around Mu Xiaoxiao.
“How did you meet Young Master Jie? Are you really his wife? How are you really related?”
Seeing that she looked affable, these people peppered her with questions bluntly.
However, Mu Xiaoxiao only smiled mysteriously and replied, “If you want to know, then ask him yourself!
Ask Young Master Jie? Who would dare to do that!
Just then, a few rich scions came forward, making the crowd disperse as they surrounded Mu Xiaoxiao.
“Hey babe, want to play a game?” A rich young master holding Han Yun’er asked.
No one knew Mu Xiaoxiao’s name because Yin Shaojie hadn’t introduced her.
A charming Han Yun’er, who was nested into that scion’s chest, said to Mu Xiaoxiao, “Are you afraid? Don’t be scared; we’re only playing a little game. It’s harmless.”
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled. “It’s only a game! What’s there to be afraid of? Let’s play!”
Han Yun’er emerged from that young master’s arms and sat beside Mu Xiaoxiao.
“The game is simple. We’re going to play poker. Whoever gets the biggest card will be the king, and whoever gets the smallest card will become the slave. The slave has to obey the orders of the king, and whatever the king wants the slave to do, he must do it.”
“What if the slave doesn’t want to?” Mu Xiaoxiao asked.
Just then, someone carried a whole lot of glasses over. Placing them in the middle of the table, he filled all the glasses to the brim.
The young master beside Mu Xiaoxiao smiled deviously. “If you don’t obey, then you’ll have to drink a glass of beer,” he said.
Mu Xiaoxiao frowned. She regretted agreeing to play this game a little.
She didn’t like to drink and couldn’t really hold her liquor.
Internally, Han Yun’er sneered. Externally, she put on a facade of amiability as she said, “Don’t worry. The orders will be simple and won’t really inconvenience you. How about playing a test round?”
“Oh yeah! A test round!”
The rest whooped. After taking the poker cards out and shuffling them, they spread them onto the table.
“Start picking your cards. Ladies first,” said the rich young master beside Mu Xiaoxiao to her gentlemanly.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn’t see a problem with this. This game was all about luck anyway, and she thought that her luck wasn’t too bad.
With no notion of suspicion, she picked out a card.
Everyone else picked out a card too and revealed their hands all at once. The largest card belonged to the young master who was holding Han Yun’er, but the smallest one belonged to Han Yun’er.
Han Yun’er pouted and shot a coquettish glare at that young master.
“Give the order! Give the order!” the surrounding crowd hollered.
Han Yun’er looked like a willing loser unafraid to do anything as she cast a sidelong glance at that young master.
That young master reached out and pulled her in. Smiling suggestively, he commanded, “Then… Give me a kiss.”
He made a kissy face.
Han Yun’er put on an air of shyness before leaning forward and kissing him. The both of them even started to french kiss.
The crowd shrieked with titillation.
Mu Xiaoxiao furrowed her brow in discomfort, her heart weirdly uneasy. These people were too wild, and she didn’t like it.
Nervous with worry, she looked at the door using the corner of her eyes.
Who was Yin Shaojie talking to on the phone, and why wasn’t he back yet?