My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 852: Two out of Three Victory

The dice numbers thrown by Ling Xue were exactly what she had expected as the bad result. Sure enough, two sixes and one five, the win or loss was clear.

Looking at the numbers on the three dice, Ling Xue was dumbfounded.

"Something’s not right; it’s definitely not right. I’ve been dealing with dice for too long; I can feel it. There’s something wrong with the dice; it must be the dice." Ling Xue identified the root of the problem but couldn’t figure out the specific issue. She was sure that Ye Fan tampered with them; otherwise, this result couldn’t have happened.

"Could it be that this guy is pretending to be a pig while eating a tiger, playing dumb while he’s actually an expert? So skilled that I can’t see through him? Otherwise, how could he manipulate them right under my nose without me noticing?" The deeper Ling Xue thought, the more she felt this possibility was huge. Shocked, she mused, "What kind of strange character is he? When the dice passed through his hands, they deviated in mine. I could hear the numbers he rolled, and he could roll the numbers I couldn’t hear when I shouldn’t. It’s still when the dice have a problem; he still possesses such an extraordinary technique. It’s truly baffling."

"Little Gambling God lost?"

"Just like that, Little Gambling God lost?!"

"How could it be possible?"

"For nearly seven years since debuting, Little Gambling God has never had a record of failure, but now he’s utterly defeated."

"An expert? Is he really an expert? He doesn’t seem like one at all."

The crowd was tongue-tied, looking from Ye Fan to the Little Gambling God, their expressions were quite remarkable.

Tang Jian’an and the other nine were dumbfounded; all the speculations and bad premonitions had happened, pushing them to the brink of frustration.

"Now that we lost, we truly lost both the bride and the soldiers," Tang Jian’an muttered helplessly. "Who could have thought that a guaranteed win situation suddenly changed so greatly? We were too conceited, only thinking of laying a trap for the Chu Group, not realizing we’d fall into the trap ourselves."

"Thirty billion! My thirty billion!" Song Tianba mumbled painfully, no longer possessing the high spirits of calling it petty cash in front of President Chu. Now he regretted beyond belief, initially aiming to humiliate and cause substantial damage to the Chu Group, it backfired, causing harm instead, and no one could take the blame. They could only fault themselves for being too arrogant."

"It’s possible to lose money, but we can’t lose face," Guo Xiong raised his voice.

Wang Jingwei unreservedly struck back, "Stop swelling your face to make it look bigger. We’ve not only lost money but also face. Nine old geeks failed to deal with a little girl, and instead, we were miserably trapped. If this gets out, where can we put our old faces? Face? What face do we have left? It’s already humiliating enough for us, as seniors, to target a little girl, and now the shame has been taken to a new level."

"Just swallow your pride and endure it," Lu Binwang spoke, laughing yet crying.

Now, the choice before the nine big shots was indeed about swallowing it and moving on.

Regret came too late, this was the price for bullying, and they tasted the bitterness of being bullied.

The crowd quieted down, even fools could see the nine big shots didn’t look good, so naturally they wouldn’t create more trouble.

The wager between Ye Fan and Ling Xue ended in Ling Xue’s miserable defeat in a two-out-of-three match, the final victory was settled.

Mengyao also changed her demeanor, now full of mockery towards the nine big shots, "I’ll gladly accept your small change, and I appreciate your generosity in sending it over. I’ll remember your lavishness."

"It really is small change, isn’t it? Small gambling for pleasure, isn’t it?" Tang Jian’an sneered, trying his best to maintain the demeanor a big shot should have, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t hide the pain of losing thirty billion.

The more he emphasized his indifference, the more it hurt.

"Indeed, small gambling for pleasure. I feel rather good right now, even happier than winning, seeing your awkward expressions," Mengyao said earnestly.

This infuriated Tang Jian’an and the others, nearly making them cough up blood, and almost suffocating them from anger. Privately, they cursed President Chu for being a little girl and a petty schemer, oblivious to their earlier cocky and arrogant behavior in front of her.

"Chu Mengyao, you little brat, don’t be a jerk just because you’ve taken advantage. You and Mr. Ye played off each other so well, making fools out of all of us with your skills. Such scheming is truly impressive," Guo Xiong erupted, glaring angrily at President Chu, no longer holding back his discomfort and pretending to be indifferent.

Despite this, Guo Xiong couldn’t help but address Ye Fan as Mr. Ye amid his anger. Their seniority allowed them to speak boastfully in Mengyao’s presence, but their wariness of Ye Fan didn’t permit them to call him randomly.

A strong Human Body Limit master, anyone who insults him shall die.

Regardless of the relationship, the respect towards Ye Fan was inevitable, even if only for show.

Among the factions led by the nine big shots, naturally, each had a Human Body Limit master, each being a transcendent existence within their forces.

"I wonder who was plotting against us step by step, ruthlessly pressing on? What, can’t afford to lose and want to renege?" Mengyao nonchalantly mocked, "You can default if you want, just as you said, if my Chu Group lost, you’d give back the lost funds to my Chu Group, right? I can offer the same words to you, the Chu Group can actually give you a small stipend."

After saying this, Qiu Wen cooperatively took out a check and nonchalantly handed it to Tang Jian’an and the others.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated, you jerk..." Guo Xiong turned red with rage, about to curse, but was quickly stopped by the other big shots.

"Isn’t this embarrassment enough? How much longer will it continue?" A fellow big shot who was close to Guo Xiong chided with a blush.

Speechless, Guo Xiong’s face was as red as a monkey’s behind.

The nine big shots indeed went too far, now that President Chu had won, continuing to berate her would not only show petty behavior but also bring ridicule upon them.

"Congratulations, President Chu. You’ve reaped both fame and fortune this time, truly enviable," Tang Jian’an smilingly remarked.

"Not notorious, Patriarch of the Tang Family, you must be disappointed, right?" Mengyao retorted bluntly.

"Cough cough..." Tang Jian’an coughed lightly, hiding his embarrassment, then walked away in a manner fitting his status, not daring to confront President Chu head-on anymore.