Chapter 12: Three Rounds Two Wins. Who Won?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

One dice was at three and the other was at four. There was a total of seven points.

Han Qianqian showed a satisfied smile.

“Slap!” She took her dice cup and started shaking it furiously. After shaking it many times, she placed it down gently and took a deep breath. Then she lifted the cup with trembling fingers. When she saw the dies inside the cup, her smile disappeared slowly.

“Five points in total. Young Miss Han, you lost!” Li Qianze looked at her and sniggered.

Han Qianqian turned around and glared angrily at Li Qianze. “Who said I lost? Three rounds, two wins. Don’t you know the rules?”

She took the bottle of cognac on the table and poured a full cup for herself. She finished it in one gulp and even burped after she was done. “This round, I lost. Let’s continue! This time, I’ll shake first!”

She put down her cup and started shaking her dice cup.

Song Qinghuan felt a little fearful. There were mixed emotions in her heart. She glanced at Shi Yuhan who was beside her.

He was leaning against his chair lazily and holding a shining white wine glass with his slender and fair fingers. He shook the golden liquid in the glass occasionally as he glanced at her indifferently from the corners of his eyes. There was a lethal aura of danger around him. He seemed to be warning and teasing her.

Aside from wanting to curse, Song Qinghuan only had one other thought in her mind. She wanted to end this quickly so that she could leave as soon as possible.

Han Qianqian shook the dice cup a few times and placed them on the table. She gritted her teeth and lifted the cup. The dice made her exclaim excitedly, “Haha, eleven points!”

Song Qinghuan glanced at her and picked up her dice cup. She started shaking it lightly. She thought it was alright to lose one round since she had another chance.

She really lost. She rolled eight points. She started looking down on herself. Why was she so negative? She shouldn’t have given up at the start. She must win the last round!

Han Qianqian laughed heartily. “Haha, I won. Quickly finish this drink and let’s continue the third round!”

She felt that her luck was coming as she poured a full cup of alcohol for Song Qinghuan and placed it in front of her.

Song Qinghuan furrowed her brows violently. She couldn’t drink and her alcohol tolerance wasn’t high. She didn’t want to drink it.

She bit her lips and wanted to turn it down. Suddenly, a slightly warm hand wrapped tightly around her wrist.

Song Qinghuan’s body froze. She didn’t need to look down to know who was holding her hand. She turned and looked at Shi Yuhan. Her face turned red in anger.

She really wanted to slap the table and punch him. She wanted to shout “I’m not doing this anymore!”

However, she couldn’t. She had to join the Era Group.

She took a few deep breaths and decided to compromise. She took the wine glass with her other hand.

She looked at the murky liquid in the glass and smelled how strong the alcohol was. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to finish the drink.

The alcohol stabbed into her throat like tiny needles. It flowed into her body like a hot liquid and she felt that her stomach was burning with pain as though someone poured acid on her.

After she put down the glass, the alcohol had spread throughout her body. Her cheeks were as red as wine.