My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 848: Stubborn as a Dead Duck

Tang Jian’an and his eight companions were full of smiles. In their view, they had provoked President Chu into having to follow their wishes, not realizing that this played right into the hands of Mengyao, Ye Fan, and the others.

Mengyao hesitated and looked at Ye Fan, clearly asking if he had the confidence to win. After a brief thought, she withdrew her gaze with a slightly difficult expression. To Tang Jian’an and the others, this only meant that President Chu was clinging to unrealistic fantasies that Ye Fan might win, and felt disappointed when the courage slipped away from her eyes. This realization made them even happier because it meant they had pushed President Chu to even abandon the idea of last-minute reliance.

Ling Xue looked at Tang Jian’an and his group calmly and warned, "If I lose, it’s not my fault."

"Little Gambling God, rest assured, we are all willing participants. There’s no reason to blame anyone else. Win or lose, we are grateful to you," Tang Jian’an said meaningfully.

Ling Xue ignored Tang Jian’an and his crafty friends.

The nine bigwigs didn’t worry for a second that Ling Xue might deliberately throw the game, because from any perspective, that’s impossible. Whether for the dignity of the gambling lineage or her own dignity, there’s no way Ling Xue would let the Chu Group win just like that.

Ling Xue held exactly this mindset—it was an unalterable condition that she couldn’t let the others win.

Moreover, she had a wager with the Chu Group: if she lost, she would have to strip and run circles around the group. With such stakes, how could she afford to be careless? How could she even consider giving Ye Fan a chance to win? Naturally, she would go all out.

Had Tang Jian’an and his group known about the wager, they would have been even more confident.

Ling Xue no longer paid attention to external matters, focusing all her attention on the gaming table.

Ye Fan appeared casual on the surface, but in reality, he was extremely cautious.

He picked up the dice cup with full concentration and shook it vigorously, listening attentively with his ears, mind, and spirit all in harmony. The track of the dice’s collision, along with the track of the dice hitting the cup walls, were all changing at certain frequencies. And this change was due to the dice being squeezed out of shape, sending out false signals. His task was to ensure that the movement rhythm didn’t deviate in the slightest from what it was before they were deformed. Achieving this required a unique level of skill, so there couldn’t be any carelessness or negligence.

Ye Fan’s highly focused attention halted the shaking motion as he pressed the dice cup down with the palm of his hand.

"4, 5, 5," Ye Fan murmured in his heart, silently reciting the outcome of his dice roll.

A total of fourteen points, quite a significant number considering the maximum for three dice is eighteen.

This fourteen, however, was a number Ye Fan had purposely concocted after much thought.

Ye Fan knew internally that, with Ling Xue’s gambling skills, she also heard what numbers he rolled.

This was the number he intentionally let Ling Xue hear; otherwise, he would have manipulated the dice to move irregularly according to their new deformation. If Ling Xue couldn’t even discern something this simple, then Ye Fan’s efforts would have been in vain.

"4, 5, 5." As expected, Ling Xue’s inner voice spoke, "What luck, getting this number. Against an inexperienced person, there’s a chance to win, but face someone skilled, and defeat is certain. In the hands of a master like me, there’s no doubt it’s a loss."

No one knew Ling Xue’s thoughts, as Guo Xiong eagerly urged, "Open it, I want to see how many points you got by guesswork!"

To them, Ye Fan was purely an amateur, a non-entity in the gambling world. Therefore, they were less interested in how many points Ye Fan rolled and more excited about how many points he could guess, wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

Without hesitation, Ye Fan opened the dice cup. Seeing the number, many sucked in their breath; even Ye Fan himself was unexpectedly delighted. "What great luck."

Ling Xue didn’t even glance at the dice points throughout, as she had confidently guessed the number already, with no room for any doubt, naturally, without any expectation.

"Child’s play." This was Ling Xue’s attitude, confident and smug.

"This luck is extraordinary, to casually shake out a fourteen; it’s impressive. However, if it were us, there could still be a chance of losing. With the Little Gambling God’s hand? It’s a guaranteed win." Tang Jian’an and the others didn’t believe Ye Fan had any winning chance, noting that his luck, while good, was nothing compared to the Little Gambling God’s skill.

"Luckily, the number isn’t too small, there’s still a chance of winning," Mengyao said happily.

"Win? You think this is just guesswork? If any random person went up and guessed, they would likely lose to Mr. Ye, given that luck can’t always be as extraordinary as Ye Fan’s. Getting this kind of luck through blind guessing is astonishing, but with the Little Gambling God’s move? A hundred Ye’s wouldn’t suffice." Guo Xiong immediately countered Mengyao’s intentional remark.

"A bunch of fools!" Qiu Wen looked at Tang Jian’an and his companions’ smug faces, feeling a sense of ridicule in her heart.

Ye Fan rolled a fourteen on purpose after careful consideration. He planned not to roll three sixes, a strategy he had planned all along. In the first round, he didn’t aim to win, intending to use his full power in the second and third rounds to make Ling Xue lose. By showing weakness first, then overpowering, he aimed to win more checks.

As for whether Ling Xue could win with this number depended on her luck.

Honestly, the dice were already flawed; what’s heard and felt might generate errors, even messing with one’s mind. The only reliance would be the sixth sense. Although not scientifically proven, a woman’s intuition can sometimes be quite accurate and certainly a reference factor.

After closing the dice cup, Ye Fan pushed it towards Ling Xue, the motion slow and a bit clumsy.

"Your turn," Ye Fan said indifferently.

"You’re bound to lose. I told you to admit defeat earlier, but you insisted on being stubborn. I can’t wait to see your face when you have to concede," Ling Xue earnestly declared.

"It’s not certain who will win or lose," Ye Fan’s tone was so calm it could frustrate anyone.

"Stubborn as a mule," Ling Xue remarked while picking up the dice cup to shake. Despite her considerable emotional swings, her heart was as calm as still water upon touching the dice cup.

Yet, her heart soon rippled with waves.

Then surged with overwhelming tides.

Finally, even her hand holding the dice cup began to tremble.