novelraw Chapter 1752 - 394: Capture the Leader, Control the Game
Chapter 1752 - 394: Capture the Leader, Control the Game
Yi Peilan stared at Zhao Ping’s furious face, letting out a cold snort.
"Little b*tch, today you must jump if I say so."
"I won’t jump." Zhao Ping gritted her teeth, thinking she’d rather die.
"Oh, are you getting feisty now?"
"Originally, I didn’t want to make things difficult for you, a young girl, we have no enmity, but your attitude is just wrong. No one has ever been so defiant in front of me, Yi Peilan. Today, you must jump whether you want to or not." Yi Peilan’s gaze was domineering, her expression arrogant and domineering.
"You... you’re bullying me." Zhao Ping glared angrily.
"So what if I am?"
"Alright, you two stop arguing." Tian Yan stepped in, standing between them, "It’s just a game, why make it so stiff, how about both of you take a step back, Miss Zhao performs a dance? The bright moon is just right tonight, it would be elegant and wouldn’t harm the harmony or damage Miss Zhao’s reputation."
"Hmph... isn’t that too easy on her?" Yi Peilan lifted her chin: "Before the game started, we agreed that if you wanted to play, you had to be willing to lose. Miss Tian, you’re doing a really good job as a peacemaker here."
Tian Yan’s expression froze for a moment; Yi Peilan truly speaks unreservedly, "Must Miss Yi be so aggressive? Even if it’s for my sake...."
"How much is your face worth?" Yi Peilan mocked: "I’m aggressive? Let me show you what real aggressiveness is." Her sharp gaze swept towards Zhao Ping, coldly commanding: "Strip."
Zhao Ping was startled, staring blankly at Yi Peilan, too shocked to move.
"Miss Yi." Tian Yan’s voice sank, "This is my family’s party, I hope Miss Yi can show some restraint."
Yi Peilan snorted softly, "Originally, it was Miss Tian who suggested playing the game, and we all played along, but you don’t follow the rules; what’s the meaning of playing the game? Who knows if we look like monkeys dancing to Miss Tian’s tune?"
Tian Yan’s hands trembled with anger; at first, she was somewhat fond of Yi Peilan, thinking the girl was candid and direct, but now she’s nothing but a spoiled, willful brat who disregards others. She didn’t want to admit that she was feeling a bit bitter inside.
"Miss Yi’s words have gone too far; a game is just for entertainment, it’s okay to stop when it’s enough, why be so calculating? Do you need to calculate Miss Zhao’s reputation before you are satisfied, Miss Yi?"
Both sides argued their points relentlessly.
The others watched, not daring to breathe, only feeling that when Miss Yi threw a fit, she was indeed difficult to deal with, even Miss Tian couldn’t handle her.
"Am I being calculating? Miss Tian, that accusation is unfair to me. I simply want to adhere to the game’s rules, is that wrong? If Miss Tian thinks Miss Zhao is wronged, sure, you can dance for her, I won’t mind, does anyone else?"
Yi Peilan’s gaze swept around, no one dared to meet her eyes, except Ji Yunya.
"You...." Tian Yan, initially flustered, quickly calmed down. Yi Peilan’s personality is arrogant and domineering; the more you quarrel with her, the more excited she becomes. She is undeterred because she has the confidence and backing, but Tian Yan doesn’t. Her task today was not to become enemies with Yi Peilan. Realizing this, Tian Yan snapped to attention and calmed herself.
"Miss Yi, I was too impulsive earlier, and my tone was inappropriate, I hope Miss Yi can forgive me. Can we discuss Miss Zhao’s issue further? After all, today is my birthday party, even if not out of respect for me, perhaps for Miss Ji’s sake, could Miss Yi show some mercy and spare Miss Zhao?"
Bringing up Yun Ya’s name, Yun Ya smiled slightly.
"Why are you degrading yourself like this? She even snatched your man, and you’re still being polite? I won’t be so spineless." Zhao Ping coldly retorted.
Tian Yan tightly gritted her teeth, her fists clenched.
"Fine then, if you’re so principled, be willing to lose. If you can’t afford to lose, then don’t babble on." Yi Peilan scoffed.
"Shut up!" Zhao Ping was itching to tear Peilan’s mouth apart, glaring fiercely at her, her companion pulling her back just in time: "Forget it, just endure it for now...."
Zhao Ping’s impulsive thoughts were ignited by those words; she had long had enough of this woman who deliberately caused her trouble, "Who do you think you are? Why are you so insolent? Yi Peilan, let me tell you, I’d rather die today than dance, keep dreaming!"