Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 255 - 190. The Bet

Chapter 255: 190. The Bet

It was absolutely beyond the norm.

If Yu Qingyue had a chance to choose again knowing her future,

she really wasn’t sure whether she would make such a bold decision.

Playing games was one thing; familiarity, drinks, and merry-making were all acceptable.

But how could...

the King be...

Amidst the surreal dreams of the prolonged night, nothing could compete with the reality between the lights and shadows of the luxurious KTV private room.

Before closing her eyes, Yu Qingyue could vividly recall Lu Jincheng’s gaze.

It was fiery, admiring, and somewhat tender.

"Just endure it a little."

Laughter from her friends filled her ears, along with intentionally loud background music and Mr. Lu’s deep and magnetic voice.

It was pleasing to hear.

She understood that this was just how the game was played.

But merely thinking of the game’s "implications" and "fun" caused a tingling confusion below her belly.

So cold...

Yet so hot...

Her eyes tightly shut, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she took deep breaths with all her might, struggling to suppress any peculiar sounds.

That man’s fingers, as graceful and emotionally intelligent as he was, never favored one side over the other.

His fingertips gently moved downward from her shoulder, the lines of her collarbone guiding him, soon reaching the other end.

Clockwise on the left, counterclockwise on the right.

Circling.

His movements were gentle and soft.

That peculiar sensation starting at her waist spread all over her body from the point where their skins touched.

He... he was incredibly skilled.

From the very first second of contact.

Mr. Lu, through his actions, his delicate movements, measured touches, carefree kneading, skilled pace, even using the most direct body language, told her.

Told her an undeniable fact.

This pair was born to be played with!

Her eyes narrowed, her mind in disarray.

"Mmm..."

Yu Qingyue couldn’t hold it in anymore, a nasal groan escaping her.

In just a short half-minute, Mr. Lu had immersed her in the experience; she began breathing heavily, involuntarily dropping her guard.

His wrist was turning.

His tongue was turning too.

The glow in his eyes brightened, causing the nearby skin to spiral.

The angle grew larger and larger; Yu Qingyue’s shoulders trembled continuously, and the sympathetic sensation transmitted by her nerves grew increasingly intense.

How strange...

Mou Keyan was watching, Ji Shu was watching, and Liu Yutong and Yang Wenjing were watching too...

Everyone was watching her...

This complex feeling magnified all her sensations.

"Ah..."

Another moan, as if laced with seduction down to her bones, and some things completely slipped beyond her control.

Yu Qingyue’s shoulders shook repeatedly, she instinctively held onto Lu Jincheng’s head, squeezing her legs tightly.

She forgot the time and even to call a halt, encircling him by the neck, mushy as a puddle.

...

Upon coming to her senses, Yu Qingyue appeared as if blood dripped from her cheeks; she grabbed her skirt and rushed to the bathroom in quick, small steps.

"Ji Shu, isn’t it a bit like bullying Qingyue?" Yang Wenjing raised an eyebrow, unable to refrain from speaking out in defense of her friend.

"Bullying? Are you serious?"

Ji Shu was merciless with her words, staring back with a mocking smile, "You sports students lack the discerning eye to really understand her."

"And you know?"

Yang Wenjing straightened her back, showing defiance.

"Qingyue is a reserved contrast queen, filled with bizarre sexual fantasies, longing deep inside, but surrounded by studious people on and off, hardly getting the chance normally, so on the surface, she’s all proper."

Ji Shu squinted lazily, still in her languid posture, casually lighting a cigarette while lounging on the sofa.

"Cut the crap, you’re just exploiting the fact that she’s too embarrassed to refuse."

"You don’t believe it? Just wait for her to come out, she’ll join the next game just the same."

"And after this step, any scale goes."

Yang Wenjing’s delicate brows furrowed, snorting coldly, "I really don’t believe it."

In her eyes, Yu Qingyue was beautiful and shapely, the most brilliant for acing all subjects, even scoring an exaggerated 627 in Level 6 English, truly shining bright.

In the group, besides Mou Keyan, Yang Wenjing’s favorite was her.

How could such a girl be the contrast queen Ji Shu described?

"Then let’s make a bet? Bet she will continue to play and play even bigger, a thousand dollars."

Ji Shu’s tone was nonchalant.

"Deal! We’ll pick her if we draw the King! I bet she won’t, a thousand dollars, who’s in?"

Yang Wenjing turned around, surveying..

"This... I have no objections, I won’t join the bet, but if we draw the King we can choose Qingyue, it’d be fun to watch."

Jiang Yu, knowing such opportunities were slim, nodded along.

"Sure."

Mou Keyan grinned, nodding with her arms crossed.

"I’m fine with it."

Liu Yutong was noncommittal.

"I’ll stay out of this, but the bet sounds fun, whoever wins this thousand dollars can treat it as a bonus, sponsored by the company."

As the one who had personally handled the matter, Lu Jincheng could guess from the temperature and reactions, his heart telling him he was almost certainly on the right track with the answer.

But he didn’t say it out loud, just gave a supportive smile.

Shortly after his words, the restroom door in the private room opened, and Yu Qingyue came out looking refreshed, shaking off the water droplets between her hands, still with that pure and eager look in her eyes.

"Didn’t you guys continue playing? Were you all waiting for me?"

"Yes, quickly, quickly."

"Hahaha, okay!"

Seven, eight, nine, it was seven, eight, nine over and over again.

It seemed everyone had come to an unspoken understanding, mustering their energy to see whose house the bet would land on, uninterested in any dice other than those of the King.

Finally, it was Yang Wenjing’s turn.

Two ones.

"Qingyue! How about another game with Mr. Lu?"

"Huh? Again, again... me?"

What’s happening?

Why choose me again?

Yu Qingyue stood frozen, her watery eyes blinking several times, she pursed her lips and looked around, feeling a bit strange.

"What game is it..."

Yang Wenjing was still pondering, Liu Yutong saw through her hesitation and whispered a term in her ear.

"Let’s go with the jukebox!"

Shit.

When Lu Jincheng heard this, he almost couldn’t hold himself together, his mind filled with a big question mark.

Women will stop at nothing just to win a bet.

The jukebox game, as the name implies, is inseparable from singing.

But the main premise here is that two people embrace naked, spinning in circles, and manage to sing a song smoothly.

Isn’t this a bit too much?

Mr. Lu quickly extended his hand, pulling Mou Keyan aside and whispering a few words of caution.

Yu Qingyue stood up, still with confusion in her eyes.

What is the jukebox?

Are we going to sing?

This doesn’t seem like a very difficult game.

But my singing is just so-so...

"The jukebox means we take these, these, and those off, and then you hug Mr. Lu and sing."

The instigator leaned in close to Yu Qingyue and once again began explaining.

"Ah?"

Yu Qingyue was visibly shaken, her pupils dilated, her lips tightly pursed.

I knew it, it couldn’t be as simple as I thought!

But...

Completely naked...

How could that be okay...

"No, this kind of game is a bit unfair, it’s like Mr. Lu is also making a sacrifice, I don’t agree."

Mou Keyan crossed her arms, flipped her lush curls, and her presence filled the room effortlessly.

"Here’s what we’ll do, Qingyue. If you can handle the length of a song, let them all go out, and I’ll supervise you."

"That’s not good, right? Fair play..."

"Shut up."

Mou Keyan let out a cold snort, waved her hand, and was not interested in hearing any dissent.

The jukebox is a good game.

But letting the boss be observed by everyone like a male model in a play, now that’s not acceptable.

What would that look like!

She had to step in.

"Qingyue, it’s okay to refuse, we can stop here. It’s pretty late today."

Mou Keyan walked up to Yu Qingyue, put her arm around her shoulders, and spoke gently.

"Eh..."

Yu Qingyue bit her lip, unsure what to say.

Ji Shu and Yang Wenjing watched her reaction intently.

The stakes of the bet hadn’t yet been settled!

It was fine for the others to be away, but if Yu Qingyue expressed her stance at this moment, it meant someone was going to get the prize money.

Money wasn’t the objective, it was all about the spirit!

Who says they can’t read people?

Thinking everyone is as hypocritically manipulative as you?

"Well... okay, if Sister Miao Miao is here, I think I can do it."

Her face flushed, she imperceptibly nodded her head, her eyes mysteriously filled with a hint of expectation and joy.

Following this, the girls in the room exchanged glances, each with a different look, most of them suggestive.

"Shit!"

Yang Wenjing couldn’t believe her ears, her expression one of shock.

She turned around, leaving behind a clear tone, and was the first to walk out of the private room, striding arm-in-arm.

Liu Yutong and the others followed suit by themselves.

"What’s wrong?"

Yu Qingyue asked.

"It’s nothing, darling, sing well, this song is meant for you."

The last to leave was Ji Shu, she smiled sweetly at Yu Qingyue, made a heart shape with her hands, and pushing open the door of the private room.

She’d won.

This flawless sweetheart from "Hua Ke," with a "freshman face" and a score of 627 in the sixth level, had just gone to the restroom alone.

Had anyone been with her, they would have discovered the little secret in the middle of her clothes.

Her body reacted dramatically, her voice subdued.

It was indeed...

the epitome of contrast.