My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 846: Digging a Deadly Pit and Leaving No Burial

Ling Xue believed she had done her utmost duty. The nine business tycoons headed by Tang Jian’an wanted to use this opportunity to teach the Chu Group a harsh lesson, but she had already warned them. Although she could temporarily set aside her dignity and the reputation of the Gambling God lineage, the Chu Group was determined to act tough. Thus, she had no choice but to compete.

The title of Little Gambling God was not for nothing, and she intended to restore the lost face of the Gambling God lineage while making a name for herself.

After exchanging pleasantries with Tang Jian’an and the other nine, Ling Xue moved aside to let Ling Xue and Ye Fan face off.

"I’ll give you one last chance. Are you really not going to concede?" Ling Xue approached Ye Fan, her eyes sharp, saying, "Rather than suffering a heavy loss at my hands, it’s better to admit defeat straightforwardly. Losing to me is not disgraceful, but if you’re blindly arrogant, you will regret it."

"How do you want to compete? Please outline the rules," Ye Fan said indifferently. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Stubborn. Let’s see how you handle this later," Ling Xue said, noncommittal.

After pondering for a moment, she glanced at the various gambling methods on-site, both Western and Chinese. Finally, she settled on dice and said softly, "Let’s roll the dice, best two out of three wins. Dice rolling has a long history and deep roots. As a Huaxia person, you should know it well, so there’s no need for me to explain the simple rules."

"I know a bit," Ye Fan replied casually.

Ling Xue was secretly annoyed; Ye Fan’s calmness especially frustrated her. In her heart, she complained, "Arrogant fool, you’ll get what’s coming to you. You don’t even consider who I am or weigh yourself before acting so arrogant, with that certainty of victory look. It’s infuriating."

In her view, Ye Fan was sure to lose, and his current unrepentant attitude seemed habitual. She decided to give Ye Fan a hard lesson to show him the consequences of underestimating her.

Without any sympathy, she walked straight to the gambling table and quickly said, "According to the rules, you’re the challenged party, so you should roll first. After you roll, it’s my turn. The highest score wins. Is that okay?"

"No problem," Ye Fan replied casually.

"Let’s see how long you can keep this up," Ling Xue muttered inwardly, though maintaining a serious expression as she loudly said, "Alright, you should check the dice now."

Having said that, Ling Xue gently pushed the dice cup towards Ye Fan. It skated quickly across the table like a stone on ice with no resistance, and even the dice inside made no sound.

This small gesture revealed the extent of Ling Xue’s gambling skills.

"Wow, as expected of the Little Gambling God, a disciple of the Gambling God. That one move was indeed smooth and pleasing to watch," someone exclaimed in admiration.

Tang Jian’an and the nine tycoons exchanged meaningful glances, each with a knowing smile.

The dice cup swiftly flew towards Ye Fan. He hurriedly reached out to catch it, but upon touching it, the dice cup and its contents burst apart, scattering in all directions.

"What?"

"Haha, hahahaha, haha..."

"He can’t even hold a dice cup, yet he dares to compete with the Little Gambling God? Isn’t this just ridiculous?"

The onlookers burst into laughter. They were well-mannered and wouldn’t usually laugh in such a setting, but they couldn’t hold it in. Watching Ye Fan’s clumsy handling felt like hearing the funniest joke ever, activating all their laugh sensors.

In essence, it was because Ye Fan’s identity and status were extraordinary. His solemn, icy demeanor made competing with the Little Gambling God seem like pure arrogance. Failing so spectacularly backfired, making everyone secretly delighted.

At this point, Mengyao blushed and turned her head slightly, muttering in a voice only audible to mosquitos, "Embarrassing?"

Her expression and voice unmistakably showed her disdain for Ye Fan. In such a grand occasion, Ye Fan couldn’t even manage a basic move, really tarnishing their reputation.

Anxious looks flashed in the eyes of Qiu Wen and the other women, but they could do nothing but fret.

Only Song Meimei’s mind was puzzled, thinking, "This doesn’t make sense, given Ye Fan and Mengyao’s assured tones and confident attitudes, they didn’t seem to even consider Little Gambling God. So what’s really going on? Could it be he’s completely clueless about gambling?"

Song Meimei pondered nervously, then had a eureka moment, thinking, "Could it be that Ye Fan and Mengyao are acting, just to lull the opponent and achieve their own goals? If that’s the case, then Ye Fan and Mengyao are quite devious, setting such a big trap for everyone, incredibly clever."

The more she thought about it, the more likely she found this scenario. She stopped considering Ling Xue’s gambling prowess and instead assured herself, "Ye Fan and Mengyao’s tactics, truly bury people alive with laughter, but it’s really thrilling. I still think Ye Fan’s acting is superior to Mengyao’s. How nice would it be if I were Mengyao right now?"

And sure enough, Song Meimei guessed correctly.

The series of reactions displayed by Ye Fan and Mengyao were all part of their premeditated plan.

A look of surprise flashed across the faces of Tang Jian’an and his entourage, followed by wider smiles.

"So this esteemed Mr. Ye Fan is just like this? Though formidable in strength, he is a total novice in gambling," Tang Jian’an looked meaningfully at the other tycoons and whispered, "I’ve decided to increase our original plan tenfold."

"Exactly what I thought," Guo Xiong answered eagerly.

"Good, good, good," the others chimed in with laughter.

Initially, while Ye Fan was gambling with Little Gambling God, the plan of Tang Jian’an and the nine tycoons was to stake a substantial amount, forcing the Chu Group to wager with them. Their original plan was for each tycoon to contribute one billion as a single round’s stake.

But now, seeing Ye Fan unable to even hold a dice cup, they were overjoyed.

The stakes were increased tenfold, from one billion to ten billion.

Every one of Tang Jian’an’s nine companions put up nine billion, totaling ninety billion. If they could compete in three rounds, it would amount to two hundred seventy billion.

This enormous sum was indeed astonishing wealth.