A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1751 - 393: Timely Help in the Snow, Self-Proclaimed Cleverness (Part 2)

Formerly, there was Liang Hong in the business realm and the Yan Family in the political sphere, but now both are ineffective. She’s truly holding back a mouthful of old blood.

It seems relying on Liang Hong is out of the question; she can only hope for some progress from Yan’er.

"I admire Miss Yi’s courage. None of us here could have done such a thing," said Tian Yan with a smile, though her eyes carried a hint of resentment, which she herself might not be aware of.

Yi Peilan raised her chin and smiled, "After all, you must accept the outcome when gambling. My greatest virtue is fulfilling promises. Actually, that Young Master Liang wasn’t bad..." She raised her hand to touch her lips, seemingly savoring the kiss.

Tian Yan took a deep breath.

"It’s a pity that Mr. Liang and Miss Tian were childhood friends; Miss Yi is bound to be disappointed," spoke the irritating Miss Zhao again. Yi Peilan coldly glared at her, thinking, "Speaking less would keep you from being treated like a mute."

"Miss Zhao, watch your words. Mr. Liang and I are just ordinary friends," Tian Yan glanced at Miss Zhao.

"Yes, yes... friends..." Miss Zhao pursed her lips. No one buys that.

"Alright, let’s continue the game. I’ll pose the next question," Yi Peilan snickered, glancing at Miss Zhao, who suddenly felt uneasy.

Yi Peilan wrote something and tossed it into the box. Tian Yan frowned and said, "No more questions that cross the line."

"Don’t worry, I’m mindful of the limits," Yi Peilan smiled as she scanned the room, and everyone who was glanced at lowered their heads.

"Next, I’ll be the judge. Ladies, shall we begin?"

Yi Peilan took the cards and walked in front of each person, letting them draw based on their intuition. When it was Miss Zhao’s turn, Yi Peilan smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, wish you luck."

The way she smiled instinctively made Miss Zhao uneasy. Did Yi Peilan find out she wrote that note?

Miss Zhao drew a card, instinctively glanced at Yi Peilan, and saw a glimmer of joy in her eyes. Foolishly thinking she had drawn the King, she hurriedly swapped the card, but Yi Peilan’s expression became even more joyous, leaving Miss Zhao puzzled. As she touched each card, there was only one that made her frown, sparking joy in her heart - this was the one.

She quickly decided to draw the card, and saw Yi Peilan raise an eyebrow and ask, "Are you sure?"

Thinking perhaps she was trying to make her regret it. Foolish logic.

"I’m sure," declared Miss Zhao decisively.

"Alright then, as I said, good luck," Yi Peilan sighed and moved on to the next person.

Miss Zhao was secretly overjoyed. Trying to bait her, but she’s not that gullible.

When it came time to reveal the cards, it was just her and Tian Yan. She glanced at Tian Yan, showing a hint of triumph.

This time, Tian Yan is sure to lose.

"Alright, you two, flip the cards," Yi Peilan said.

Both flipped their cards simultaneously, but when Miss Zhao saw the face of her card, her triumphant expression instantly turned to shock. She shook her head in disbelief, "How could this happen?"

"What luck you have, Miss Zhao. The King. Will you choose truth or dare?"

Yi Peilan asked with a smile, her eyes facing away from the crowd, but Miss Zhao saw a sinister gleam within them.

"I... I’ll choose truth," she stammered. After all, whether she tells the truth or lies, no one would know. But if she chooses dare, it might force her to do something outrageous, which would be truly embarrassing.

"Truth then, alright," Yi Peilan placed the box in front of her, "Go ahead."

Miss Zhao hesitated for a moment, reached in, stirred, and finally pulled out a slip of paper.

"Miss Zhao, open it and see what the question is?"

When Miss Zhao saw the words, her pupils suddenly constricted, and she quickly closed the paper, "Can I choose again?"

Yi Peilan showed ample patience with her, smiling as she said, "Since it’s Miss Zhao’s first time playing the game, I’ll give you another chance, but to keep things fair, you should choose a dare now."

Miss Zhao clenched her teeth, "Dare it is then."

Mo Pianpian was curious about what was written on the note that made Miss Zhao choose dare over revealing it.

Yi Peilan placed the dare box in front of her, "Go ahead."

This time, Miss Zhao took longer, and under the impatient urging of those around her, she finally pulled out a note.

When she opened it, she nearly fainted.

"Who wrote this?" Her face turned pale with anger.

Yi Peilan raised her brow and snatched the note from her hand, opening it with amusement.

"Perform a striptease, just for entertainment."

The handwriting was beautiful, stylish yet free and easy, indicating the owner had a lot of talent. Yi Peilan had seen Yun Ya’s live broadcast, where she showcased her calligraphy. The handwriting was somewhat similar to this. Anyone who knew her well realized Ji Yunya hadn’t concealed her identity.

Yi Peilan curled her lips, thinking, "This woman looks gentle and kind, but is actually very cunning and vengeful. I really do like her more and more, hahaha."

"Striptease?" Instantly there was a buzz, "That’s not appropriate. We had said earlier not to go overboard. After all, Miss Zhao is a socialite, not a nightclub dancer. It’s really not right...." Someone defended Miss Zhao.

Yi Peilan smiled and looked at Zhao Ping, "Miss Zhao, you must accept the outcome when gambling. Surely, you won’t lack the courage?"

Zhao Ping gritted her teeth and glared at her, "Who wrote this?"

"I did," a calm voice quietly sounded, akin to a stone thrown into a tranquil lake, immediately causing ripples.

Everyone turned to the speaker, seeing the young woman with picturesque features, calm and gentle, serene and graceful in the colorful evening breeze.

She appeared so divine and beautiful, it was hard to believe she could write something so frivolous.

Yun Ya smiled and said, "It was just written for fun; I didn’t expect Miss Zhao to have such bad luck to pick it out. It’s too much to ask Miss Zhao to do this, so it’s better to let it go."

"You..." Zhao Ping’s finger pointed angrily at her brow, almost poking Yun Ya’s nose. Yun Ya remained composed, raising her gaze with a gentle smile, "Miss Zhao, no need to be vexed. If you don’t like it, let’s void it."

"But we can’t set this precedent, or it wouldn’t be fair to the next people. Plus, Miss Zhao has already been given one chance," said Yi Peilan with a smile, "Although it may be a bit unfair to you, we must accept the outcome when gambling. I’m sure Miss Zhao isn’t the kind of person who’d lose and then cheat, right? Otherwise, how would it reflect on your reputation? How would your parents, grandparents feel? If not, whenever you go out, people would point fingers at your family’s backbone, accusing you of being untrustworthy...."

Yi Peilan glanced at Zhao Ping’s furious expression and snorted coldly.

You little wretch, whether you dance or not, you’ll dance for me tonight.