Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As Han Yun’er was talking, she reached her hand to hold onto Mu Xiaoxiao’s arm, gesturing to take her up.
“Who are you?” Mu Xiaoxiao looked confused at her, attempting to make out her face. Her delicate face moved closer, almost touching Han Yun’er’s.
Upon smelling Han Yun’er’s perfume, she wrinkled her nose and pushed her away in disgust. “You stink! Get away from me!”
Han Yun’er’s face turned grim. This slut has the nerve to say that I stink!
She felt a great urge to slap Mu Xiaoxiao in the face. But with so many onlookers, she couldn’t do it. She had no choice but to maintain her forced smiles.
“It’s me, Yun’er. You’re drunk. Let me take you up to rest, alright?”
Watching Mu Xiaoxiao’s tipsy red face, which accentuated her allure, Han Yun’er grew more resentful. She thought about taking her into the empty room, where she could use the opportunity to deal her a few slaps.
She was happy just thinking about it.
Han Yun’er’s smile appeared very natural. She then took great effort to support Mu Xiaoxiao.
Initially, the other men had wanted to help. But seeing that Han Yun’er was putting in a lot of effort and that Mu Xiaoxiao was Young Master Jie’s woman, they dared not touch her, so no one came to help.
Han Yun’er saw that Mu Xiaoxiao was not struggling, and she wanted to take the chance to take her up.
She had it all planned out. She would set up a man in the room. Then, she would let Young Master Jie catch the adulterous couple on the bed. Ha ha. When that happens, we’ll see if Young Master Jie will still like to keep this little slut!
Upon smelling the perfume on her body, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but retch.
“I’m going to vomit…”
Han Yun’er’s face turned pale. “You’d better not vomit on me!”
She was so frightened that she threw Mu Xiaoxiao back onto the sofa. It was then that the door to the booth opened. Yin Shaojie pushed the door and entered only to see that sight, and he made a severe expression.
“Han Yun’er, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
Han Yun’er didn’t think that he would be back so soon, and she couldn’t care that her plan was foiled. She frantically apologized, “I… I didn’t do anything. Young Master Jie, you misunderstand. I saw that she was drunk and wanted to take her up to the room to rest and wait for you. I really didn’t do anything!”
“Drunk?” Yin Shaojie raised his eyebrows and walked up to take a look. Mu Xiaoxiao, that little wretch, was laying on the sofa, and her face was flushed. She’s really drunk.
“How did she get drunk?”
He didn’t recall that the wretch liked to drink. Could it be that she picked up the habit in America?
But upon seeing the poker cards and the bottles of alcohol on the table, he understood.
He looked around at the heirs at the scene and coldly snorted.
He walked over to Mu Xiaoxiao’s side and pulled her up as his long arms supported her slender waist. Just as he was about to carry her, Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly struggled and threw herself onto him.
Yin Shaojie only wanted to prevent her from getting hurt. Unexpectedly, the two’s lips came into contact, though it was only for a second. Mu Xiaoxiao then dug her head into his shoulders as if she had found her safe harbor.
But at the same time, Yin Shaojie was stunned. The sensation from the touch seemed to linger on his slender lips. It was a touch softer than pudding, and it was accompanied with the scent of a young woman.
The other men witnessed such a rare sight and just stared blankly at the two.
Yin Shaojie coughed unnaturally and carried Mu Xiaoxiao. He said to the others, “You guys continue playing. I’m taking off.”
As he said that, he carried Mu Xiaoxiao and left, leaving the crowd staring at each other, at a loss at what to do.