My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 851: Outsmarted by One’s Own Cleverness
Ling Xue smiled as she pushed the dice cup in front of Ye Fan. She didn’t gloat about Ye Fan about to lose, but maintained her unique calmness and a faint expectation of redeeming her humiliation.
Ye Fan was as calm as could be. This scene in Ling Xue’s eyes seemed like he was putting on an act. She couldn’t help but think: "Can’t he survive without acting? Always with that face begging for a beating, as if others owe him something. I guess, beneath that expression that looks like it’s on the verge of defeat, he’s actually worried about losing to me. Let’s see how I uncover your facade, you hypocrite."
Ye Fan had no time to worry about what Ling Xue thought. He grabbed the dice cup and started shaking it quickly.
"Something’s off. Why do I feel like there’s one less die in the cup, or maybe not? What’s going on? Is my hearing going bad?" Ling Xue’s eyes widened, her mind tangled in confusion.
Actually, Ling Xue’s feelings weren’t wrong. At the moment, there indeed was one less die in the dice cup. When Ye Fan picked up the cup and started shaking it, his pinky and thumb swiftly pinched a die between them and slipped it into his palm. Naturally, his intention was to rig the dice again, just like last time.
Ling Xue initially noticed something was off inside the cup, but as the dice moved rapidly, she doubted her judgment.
Ye Fan’s dice shaking skills were extremely advanced, and apart from the initial doubt, Ling Xue soon got confused.
When Ye Fan finished shaking and set down the dice cup, as he lifted the lid, the die that had been in his palm mysteriously appeared inside the cup, as well as in everyone’s view.
His fingers moved so fast that no one noticed he was cheating, not even Ling Xue, let alone anyone else.
Seeing the prominent three dice, each showing six blue dots, caused an uproar.
"How is that possible? In the first round, I could still tell the dice points, but in the second, I just couldn’t figure it out?" Ling Xue frowned, as if a question lingered in her mind, almost forming but still elusive.
"This?"
"I would rather believe I’ve been screwed over than believe his luck is this good."
"How can this be? A game we were destined to lose ends in a draw?"
The onlookers were deeply shocked; the schadenfreude expressions that had been on their faces were replaced by disbelief. They blinked hard, trying to make sense of the chaos, but they were left clueless.
"Things are not simple. We foolishly believed that Mr. Ye knows nothing about gambling, which is a ridiculous joke. If we say Mr. Ye’s luck was extraordinary in the first round, and Little Gambling God’s inexplicable loss was acceptable, then the draw in the second round is intriguing. Things are definitely not as simple as they appear. If we still think Mr. Ye is clueless about gambling now, then we’re the fools," Tang Jian’an said, pressing his heart.
"Yeah, with President Chu’s ability, she knew long ago we were trying to trap her, yet she still jumped into the trap without hesitation. I have a feeling that the ones trapped are us," Song Tianba’s face was extremely gloomy.
"All signs indicate that we’re the ones lost in our own scheme. On the surface, we thought forcing Chu Group into one trap after another was pushing them, but I’m pessimistic. It seems like Chu Group is using strategy against strategy, and we’re like clowns jumping around. Chu Group has been clear-headed from the start, just toying with us," Guo Xiong said with a helpless smile.
"Impossible. We’ve bet heavily. No way we lose terribly. I think we’re overthinking, exaggerating Chu Group’s power. With President Chu and Ye Fan’s skills, how could they lead us around by the nose? It must be Mr. Ye’s dumb luck. It must be. Until the end, I won’t believe we’re the ones being fooled," Wang Jingwei couldn’t stay calm, and though he spoke like this, his anxiety was no less than anyone else’s.
"What should we do? Are we just going to sit and wait to be slaughtered?" Lu Binwang asked impatiently.
"We can only let things run their course. Doing anything now is useless and will just make us a joke," Tang Jian’an sighed deeply.
The nine big shots had lost their previous grand flair, only to be replaced with defeat.
"Please," Ye Fan, with a touch of courtesy, slightly bowed as he pushed the dice cup towards Ling Xue.
"Your luck is really good," Ling Xue commented bizarrely. Although Tang Jian’an and the other nine had realized something unusual, she didn’t feel the same. She hadn’t heard the dice points Ye Fan rolled in the second round and attributed it to Ye Fan randomly shaking the dice. She, being the Little Gambling God, was fully aware of her own exceptional gambling skills; she didn’t think Ye Fan stood a chance at beating her, nor did she believe that if Ye Fan were really cheating, he could hide it from her eyes.
Due to her firm belief in her gambling skills, she felt so confident and didn’t take Ye Fan seriously.
"My luck has always been especially good," Ye Fan said lightly.
"Hmph!" Ling Xue snorted unhappily, then grabbed the dice and started shaking.
When she placed the dice cup back on the gambling table, she murmured confidently: "Three sixes. I don’t believe he can roll the same numbers."
But then, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she thought of something and uncertainly thought: "Something’s wrong. One of the dice seems like it’s a five, or maybe a six."
This kind of situation rarely happened to the Little Gambling God, but now the uncertainty occurred.
Why did she have this reaction?
Because a sudden insight flashed in her mind, one die seemed to deviate from the number she intended to roll, which turned into an unexpected number.
Ling Xue’s heart trembled as she stared at the dice cup. Due to the many strange occurrences, she genuinely feared something unforeseen would happen. She never worried about losing, but for the first time, she felt such anxiety.
"Impossible," Ling Xue muttered as she uncovered the dice cup, her head spinning, nearly fainting.
Her fingers trembled, her eyes suddenly glaring at Ye Fan, incredulously thinking: "Too bizarre, really too bizarre. Once the dice go through his hands, their movement pattern doesn’t follow my judgment anymore, but deviates slightly. And this tiny deviation can determine the outcome of a game."
