"Fuck...." Fan Ying was somewhat dumbfounded. It was actually the queen of spades. Luo Yuan pouted in dissatisfaction. Zhao Qianqian smiled and said, "Congratulations to the King’s birth." Then she frowned, "It’s not certain yet, there are still the jokers to go." As she finished speaking, she looked towards the quiet Yun Ya: "Miss Ji, it’s your turn." Yun Ya smiled lightly, her slender fingers gently revealing the card on the table, drawing everyone’s attention to her hand, which was as exquisite as white jade, absolutely drool-worthy. Yun Ya’s lips curled into a light smile, "Not bad," she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Miss Zhang was truly about to cry this time. Zhao Qianqian smiled at her: "Don’t worry, it’s still my turn." With all eyes on her, she flipped her card. The three of diamonds. Zhao Qianqian patted her chest: "That was close, I almost got it." Miss Zhang’s face was ashen. "A bet is a bet, Miss Zhang, you have no objections, right?" Miss Zhang was reluctant but not a sore loser; she looked up at Fan Ying across from her: "Fan Ying sister, please be gentle." Fan Ying curved her lips: "Sure thing." Touching her chin and her eyes rolling around, Luo Yuan suggested: "See that man over there? He’s the young owner of Wu Yang Electronics, and I heard he’s still single. If you confess to him, you’d pass this challenge and maybe even start a beautiful relationship." Although the man was rich, he was far too ugly for Miss Zhang’s taste; her expression immediately soured. Moreover, having her, a lady of high status, confess to a strange man in a game others were not aware of would just make her look desperate. If word got out, where would she put her face? She felt a touch of resentment towards Luo Yuan in her heart. But Yun Ya suggested: "I’ve heard Miss Zhang’s voice is beautiful; surely her singing is lovely. Why not sing a song for us?" Miss Zhang immediately looked gratefully at Yun Ya; singing was far better than confessing to a man. Fan Ying didn’t like Luo Yuan’s suggestion either, as it was too embarrassing for a girl: "Right, singing it is." She was the King, and no matter what others suggested, the final call was hers. Miss Zhang sang "Because of Love" acapella; her voice was crisp, truly expressing the poignant love, mesmerizing the audience. Fan Ying led the applause: "Good, I didn’t expect you to sing so well; it’s a pity not to become a singer." Miss Zhang bashfully cast her eyes down, stealing a glance at Yun Ya, feeling quite thankful in her heart. Not only had Yun Ya helped her out of a jam, but she had also allowed her to showcase her singing, which drew many men over with her performance. Ye Xiaoxiao frowned and exchanged a glance with Zhao Qianqian, who averted her gaze. The second round began, with Luo Yuan as the King, and the unfortunate one was Zhao Qianqian. Zhao Qianqian wore a desolate expression, while Luo Yuan touched her chin and smiled: "Miss Zhao, how about you dance in front of everyone?" Zhao Qianqian was already a dancer by training, so dancing was second nature to her; she performed a classical dance on the spot, drawing the gazes of the young men. Zhao Qianqian was enchanting and her demeanor classical as she danced gracefully, compelling some young men to even whistle. She finished with a split, head slightly raised, hands forming a lotus above her head, exuding grace and charm. Standing up with a slight pant, Fan Ying was always the most supportive: "That dance was fabulous." Zhao Qianqian smiled modestly: "I’m flattered you enjoyed it." Yun Ya watched, thinking to herself how talented these socialites were. She considered her own abilities: no good at singing, worse at dancing. What could she do? Performing surgery? If she demonstrated a live dissection right there, she feared these people would call the cops to lock her up in an asylum. Thinking this, Yun Ya’s lips curled into a small smile. Seeing her smile, Luo Yuan inquired: "Miss Ji, what are you thinking about? Smiling so cheerfully. Do you think you can dance better than Miss Zhao?" Immediately, everyone’s gaze settled on her. Yun Ya shook her head: "Miss Zhao has a profound foundation and is a natural dancer; I’m far inferior." Luo Yuan curled her lips: "At least you know your limits." Soon, the game had drawn the attention of many young guests who stood watching from the periphery. Kang Jinxian and He An sat in a corner, with Kang Jinxian still in a daze, unable to shake off the shock from Bai Ran’s news. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fıre·net Bai Ran had actually divorced Yun Shen. Ever since she knew her sister was pregnant, Kang Jinxian understood this day would come but didn’t expect it so soon, surprising and delighting her unexpectedly. Yet, right after, Bai Ran was proposed to by Fourth Master Ning, which unsettled her deeply, almost as if her brother had been betrayed. She suddenly remembered a banquet ten years ago, when someone attempted to assassinate Ning Zijin. At that time, Ning Qinglin took a knife for Zijin, but in the end, it was Bai Ran who lunged to take the hit for Ning Qinglin.