Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the middle of all the fun, Yin Shaojieâs 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. âWho called?â
Yin Shaojie didnât reply. The phone started ringing again not a few seconds later.
âIâm going out to get a call,â 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.
âHow did you meet Young Master Jie? Are you really his wife? How are you really related?â
Seeing that she looked affable, these people peppered her with questions bluntly.
However, Mu Xiaoxiao only smiled mysteriously and replied, âIf 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.
âHey babe, want to play a game?â A rich young master holding Han Yunâer asked.
No one knew Mu Xiaoxiaoâs name because Yin Shaojie hadnât introduced her.
A charming Han Yunâer, who was nested into that scionâs chest, said to Mu Xiaoxiao, âAre you afraid? Donât be scared; weâre only playing a little game. Itâs harmless.â
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled. âItâs only a game! Whatâs there to be afraid of? Letâs play!â
Han Yunâer emerged from that young masterâs arms and sat beside Mu Xiaoxiao.
âThe game is simple. Weâre 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.â
âWhat if the slave doesnât want to?â 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. âIf you donât obey, then youâll have to drink a glass of beer,â he said.
Mu Xiaoxiao frowned. She regretted agreeing to play this game a little.
She didnât like to drink and couldnât really hold her liquor.
Internally, Han Yunâer sneered. Externally, she put on a facade of amiability as she said, âDonât worry. The orders will be simple and wonât really inconvenience you. How about playing a test round?â
âOh yeah! A test round!â
The rest whooped. After taking the poker cards out and shuffling them, they spread them onto the table.
âStart picking your cards. Ladies first,â said the rich young master beside Mu Xiaoxiao to her gentlemanly.
Mu Xiaoxiao didnât see a problem with this. This game was all about luck anyway, and she thought that her luck wasnât 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 Yunâer, but the smallest one belonged to Han Yunâer.
Han Yunâer pouted and shot a coquettish glare at that young master.
âGive the order! Give the order!â the surrounding crowd hollered.
Han Yunâer 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, âThen⦠Give me a kiss.â
He made a kissy face.
Han Yunâer 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 didnât 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 wasnât he back yet?