My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 118 - 117: Drain Water

Chapter 118: Chapter 117: Drain Water

Wen Qiao propped her cheek in her palm, resembling a gentle senior sister, "How about this, we play dice. If you win, you can ask me a question. If you lose, you drink."

"Sure."

Zhou Ruixian agreed readily. He’d dominated drinking parties for years without a single defeat.

Seeing his agreement, Wen Qiao raised her hand and snapped her fingers, summoning the waiter. In no time, the bar in front of them was lined up with drinks, with a smaller cup stacked on top of the larger ones. Wen Qiao gently flicked the first small cup, causing the rest to fall into the larger glasses below.

The glasses clinked crisply, foam spilling over. Wen Qiao pushed the dice in front of Zhou Ruixian.

Both shook the dice and then came to a stop.

Wen Qiao lifted her chin slightly, "You first."

"No, ladies first."

Wen Qiao couldn’t be bothered to argue and, without even glancing at her own dice, she blurted out, "Three ones."

Hearing this, Zhou Ruixian raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Senior sister, do you even know how to play? Starting off so big."

Wen Qiao’s index finger rhythmically tapped her cheek, complaining indignantly, "Of course I do, don’t underestimate me."

Zhou Ruixian looked at her, his eyes gleaming with disbelief. In the bars, the more someone tried to show off, the bigger the loser they were.

Seeing that she didn’t look at her dice, he decided not to look at his either and lifted his hand, "Add one."

"Open."

Wen Qiao uncovered the lid on her dice, revealing only two of the five dice showing the one-dot side up.

"If I don’t have any here," Zhou Ruixian drawled as he slowly moved the cover, "Senior sister, you’ll have to drink—"

Wen Qiao glanced down, and as the light above flickered for a moment, she clearly saw the points on Zhou Ruixian’s dice and picked up a glass from the table.

Before Zhou Ruixian had a chance to see his own dice, he saw Wen Qiao picking up the drink, gloating, "See, I told you you didn’t know how to play, trying to act all—"

He didn’t finish his sentence before seeing the cup in Wen Qiao’s hand extended toward him.

Zhou Ruixian looked down at his dice, finding exactly one showing the one-dot side up.

"Sorry about that." Wen Qiao pushed the drink a bit closer, "I guess I’m just luckier."

His smirk drooped as he took the glass and downed it in one go, "Another round!"

He refused to believe Wen Qiao’s luck could hold.

Then, the next fifteen minutes served him a harsh lesson in reality.

The whole row of drinks on the shelf ended up in Zhou Ruixian’s belly, and just as the second row was queuing up to enter, Wen Qiao interrupted.

"Ha! I told you your luck couldn’t always be that good." Zhou Ruixian clapped his hands and cheered as if he found money.

Wen Qiao glanced at Zhou Ruixian as if he were a fool, then tilted her head back and swallowed her drink, "I was a bit thirsty, thank you."

Thank you, his male dignity felt provoked.

"Another round!" Zhou Ruixian clenched his fist and vowed, "If I don’t win until you’re utterly convinced today, I’m not a Chinese!"

"That’s really not necessary to swear such a fierce oath," Wen Qiao tried to persuade.

"Let’s start!"

Wen Qiao looked at him deeply and decided it was best to throw the game, or else he would really need to change his nationality.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Qiao looked at Zhou Ruixian, who was unconscious on the table, at a loss for words.

She swore.

She had genuinely tried to go easy.

But the man in front of her clearly couldn’t handle it.

That wasn’t her fault.

Really.

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