Chapter 68: Play A Game

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Fu Yu looked at the crowd. “Why don’t… we play a game of dice. Guess the number, and the person who guesses the number has to drink.”

“CEO Fu, Dr. Song doesn’t drink,” Lin Yun reminded him.

“Then those who don’t wish to drink can do a dare, how about that?” Fu Yu spread his arms. His hands had some small calluses.

Boss Feng and the others agreed quickly, and Zhan Mingwei also nodded faintly.

Song Chuyi seemed to be unable to reject and could only nod his head.

There was an even number of 10 people playing dice—five men and five women.

When everyone was seated, Zhan Mingwei suddenly beckoned Changqing. “Come, sit here.”

Fu Yu’s hand, which was holding the dice, paused. Seeing this made Boss Feng shudder inside. Didn’t he just tell the chief a few days ago that Fu Yu had his eyes set on Yan Changqing? What was the chief up to now?

Guan Ying also looked at Fu Yu. He lowered his head as though he hadn’t heard it and was studying the dice.

Changqing walked over, sitting nicely between Zhan Mingwei and Song Chuyi. Her shoulder was close to Song Chuyi and she could smell the fresh scent from his body. He smelled like grapefruit.

“Start guessing.” Over at the other side, Fu Yu was done shaking the dice, reminding everyone with a smile: “Be careful not to guess the correct number.”

Changqing counted her position. He had two dice and there were just 10 people. The later people who guessed had a higher risk and she was the next to third last person. Her risk was 70%.

She glanced at Song Chuyi. He was sipping coffee calmly.

She then looked at Guan Ying, who was forcing a smile on her face, not knowing what she was thinking about.

“Drink or do a dare.”

The table started to stir. Changqing came back to her senses and realized Boss Feng hit the jackpot.

“I’m fine.” Boss Feng saw the interest on Fu Yu’s face and quickly smiled. “CEO Fu, up to you.”

Fu Yu took a puff at the side, smiling. “Drink then, the baijiu.”

Boss Feng took a mouthful.

It was Boss Feng’s turn to shake the dice on the second round. This time, it was Guan Ying’s turn. Boss Feng smiled mischievously, saying, “Why don’t you just give our CEO Fu a kiss?”

Fu Yu’s face sank and Boss Feng suddenly became aware, changing his mind. “It’s better if you drink.”

Zhan Mingwei flicked away some cigarette ashes. “It isn’t nice to make a woman drink such a large glass of baijiu; the women should drink red wine.”

“Thank you for your consideration, Chief Zhan.” Guan Ying looked at Fu Yu staying silent at the side and could only force a smile and nod.

They then played another seven to eight rounds and many started to hit jackpot successfully. When it was Zhan Mingwei’s turn to shake the dice, Song Chuyi, unfortunately, guessed it.

“Dr. Song cannot drink. Looks like it has to be a dare.” Fu Yu smiled in high spirits.

The corners of Zhan Mingwei’s lips turned up. He used a toothpick to pick up a mango on a plate. “How about we have Miss Yan use her mouth to feed you this piece of mango?”

The noisy little suite was suddenly silent.

Almost everyone’s faces were frozen, especially Fu Yu. His smile stiffened in his eyes. Guan Ying had an astonished expression.

That piece of mango in Zhan Mingwei’s hand was pitifully small. If it was fed by mouth, there was a high chance their two lips would touch. Even if they didn’t, it would be inevitable for their breaths to mix.

Changqing blushed in disbelief. “It was Dr. Song who lost. It’s his dare; surely this should have nothing to do with me.”

“Yeah, Chief Zhan. That’s a little unreasonable,” Fu Yu quickly said in a deep voice.

Boss Feng also started making passes at Chief Zhan urgently but the latter seemed to have not noticed, saying with interest, “Just now, Chief Editor Cao even kissed Miss Chi. Why did it become unreasonable when it’s our Dr. Song and Miss Yan? Chuyi, what do you think?”

He looked sideways at the cold man beside him.

Changqing’s heart was raised, staring intently at his side profile.