My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 853: Strip for Me

Accompanying Ye Fan’s roll of three sixes once again, the crowd abandoned any unrealistic fantasies. Everyone now firmly believed that Ye Fan was a master gambler who hid his skills well.

Despite her countless frustrations and confusions, Ling Xue was genuinely convinced of her defeat.

The hearts of Tang Jian’an and the other nine big shots grew heavier.

"His gambling skills are certainly above those of the Little Gambling God." This was the unanimous consensus among the crowd.

Understanding this, they became angry. Ye Fan and Mengyao had played them all for fools, and this humiliation was something they couldn’t tolerate.

Everyone’s attention was focused on Ye Fan and Ling Xue.

"In the future, stop showing off in front of me; your advantages are no match for me," Ye Fan said, pushing the dice cup toward Ling Xue with such force that it sped toward her like an iron ball on ice.

With quick reflexes, Ling Xue snatched at the dice cup as if threading a needle.

With a crash, the dice cup struck Ling Xue’s fingers, scattering the cup and dice everywhere.

It was reminiscent of the start of the gamble when Ling Xue displayed her skills, now met with the same fate.

Ling Xue’s face burned with shame, as the saying goes, those who humiliate others will themselves be humiliated.

Ling Xue felt her pride shattering like the scattered dice and cup.

"You hid yourself well," Ling Xue said, swallowing her anger and shame through gritted teeth. "I admit your gambling skills far surpass mine. Even if you cheat, I can’t see through it. But what puzzles me is that such a figure doesn’t exist in the gambling world. Why are your gambling skills so abnormal?"

"You’ve heard of the saying, ’there’s always someone better,’ right?" Ye Fan lectured. "Besides, you should always believe that there’s a master hidden among commoners. If not for my generosity, your arrogant challenge would have ended very badly for you."

Ling Xue was defiant but had to swallow her pride.

Ye Fan turned to leave.

"Wait!" Ling Xue called urgently.

"What? Do you want to gamble again?" Ye Fan teased.

"No gambling. I know I’m not your opponent," Ling Xue shook her head. Having lost so miserably, she knew she wasn’t a match for Ye Fan, and gambling again would only add to her humiliation. She took a deep breath and, with a resigned attitude, said, "Don’t forget our bet. If you lost, Chu Group would publicly apologize to the lineage of the Gambling God. If I lost, I’d strip and run a lap around everyone. It’s time to fulfill our bet. No witness can leave."

"A bet is just a joke; you don’t have to take it seriously," Ye Fan said lightly.

"Don’t pretend to be a good guy," Ling Xue shouted, angry as a dog biting Lv Dongbin, then proudly declared, "A promise is a promise. Do you expect me to go back on my word?"

"Ungrateful," Ye Fan said indifferently.

"Kindness? You think you’re kind? You’ve harbored ill intentions from start to finish," Ling Xue was extremely angry. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Ye Fan scratched his nose awkwardly, feeling no guilt towards Ling Xue. After all, she sent the provocative challenge in her arrogance, but he wasn’t responsible for Qiu Wen’s joke of a bet, so he was indifferent.

"What? The Little Gambling God is going to strip and run a lap?" The crowd was so shocked they nearly dropped their jaws, wiping away nonexistent cold sweat as they looked at the nine big shots. They didn’t know whether to stay or follow Tang Jian’an’s lead.

Watching the Little Gambling God strip and run a lap? They didn’t have the guts to see that.

Nor did they dare leave, since they couldn’t act without directives from Tang Jian’an and the others.

"Let’s go quickly."

"Yeah, let’s hurry out."

"We can’t witness the Little Gambling God making a fool of himself, or we’re in trouble if the Gambling God holds us responsible."

"Who would’ve thought there’d be such a bet?"

"The Chu Group’s people are so shameless. They set us up and now want to set up the Little Gambling God too. Truly shameless."

Tang Jian’an and the nine looked at each other, exchanged whispers, then dashed away like mice spotting a cat.

The crowd got the signal and dispersed at once.

Tang Jian’an and his group fled in one direction, while everyone else scattered in different directions until not a soul was left.

"Don’t go, stay!" Ling Xue shouted angrily at Tang Jian’an and his group, knowing that stopping them would turn the situation around, but they acted as if they hadn’t heard her.

At this moment, Ling Xue was deeply conflicted. She was too ashamed to do something so embarrassing, but if she didn’t fulfill the bet, it would weigh heavily on her.

Stuck in a dilemma, she had nothing left but to push forward with a self-sacrificing determination—even if it meant total humiliation.

In a flash, Tang Jian’an and his cohort were gone, leaving only the Chu Group’s people, Ling Xue, and Song Meimei.

"To think such an evil bet could be made," Song Meimei said, half-crying, half-laughing.

Ling Xue, resolved, had placed her hands on her chest, ready to tear her clothes, but what happened next left her stunned.

"You don’t even have an ounce of meat on you. Who are you stripping for? We have no interest whatsoever. If you start crying, causing a fuss, or resorting to extremes, you’ll end up blaming us," Ye Fan said coldly.

"Ye, what are you saying? Wasn’t this bet your idea? Now you say such words? Shameless!" Ling Xue was on the verge of tears.

"If you want to cry, do it after we leave, lest people think we bullied you," Ye Fan said, then walked over to Mengyao, saying softly, "Everything’s settled, let’s go."

"What a fruitful end," Mengyao murmured softly, then left with Ye Fan.

Du Xueqi and the others followed suit and left.

Qiu Wen stayed behind.

In an instant, the large hall was left with only Qiu Wen, Ling Xue, and Song Meimei.

"I was the one who proposed the bet that you should strip. Since nobody’s interested in seeing you nude, I guess it’ll be up to me to take a look. Come on, girl, strip for me. To make you feel better and not break the bet, I might as well take on the task," Qiu Wen ordered, looking amused.

Ling Xue’s eyes blazed with anger.

Song Meimei helplessly held her forehead.