Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 501 - 402: The Beauty Trap_3

Chapter 501: 402: The Beauty Trap_3

During the singing break, Cheng Zhu, the KTV mic hog, didn’t choose any cheerful songs; he insisted on singing those bitter love songs.

For instance, Zhou Jielun’s song for Chen Xiaochun, "The Person I Love."

This jerk belted out the song, and every climax line stabbed Zhang Sixing right in the heart.

"The person I love is not my lover.

Every inch of her heart belongs to someone else.

She is truly happy, happy in such a cruel way..."

It was bad enough that the lyrics were so fitting, but the last line of section A of the song was even:

"It’s like hearing the eternal mockery of love."

Damn it, Zhang Sixing felt as if the invisible cuckold’s cap on his head was about to materialize through the song.

A man in his thirties, he was about to cry!

When handling the divorce, Zhang Sixing found out his wife actually despised him.

She liked a thrilling life, but he was so boringly dull.

After Cheng Zhu finished the song, he picked up his glass and clinked it with Zhang Sixing’s forcefully.

Under the dual influence of alcohol and emotions, Zhang quickly felt a bit tipsy.

Seeing this, Zhu Youwei exchanged a glance with Cheng Zhu, then immediately proposed, "There are nine people here, let’s split into three groups for drinking. To be fair, let’s divide into groups of one man and two women."

This smart aleck had noticed that Zhang Sixing’s gaze lingered on the internet celebrity named Susu several times, so he directly arranged for her to sit next to him.

After dividing into groups, they played a drinking card game called Fantasy Bluff.

The first round had Cheng Zhu as the dealer.

Zhu Youwei’s group and Zhang Sixing’s group could call out how many drinks they were wagering based on their own cards.

Cheng Zhu could choose to compare with just one or both groups.

This game was all about bluffing, for instance, if you had weak cards, you could still bet a lot of drinks to scare the dealer from revealing your cards.

Although Zhang Sixing was taciturn, his IQ was definitely very high and he grasped the essence of the game after two rounds.

During the third round, their cards were very strong.

The girl named Susu leaned in close to his ear, her breath as sweet as orchids, and in a very soft voice suggested, "Bet big!"

Zhang Sixing felt an itch in his ear, palpably sensing her presence.

He had been paying attention to Susu because her eyes and brows resembled a girl he had a crush on in high school, yet she was prettier and had a better figure.

Especially when she smiled, her eyes crinkled.

For a boy, having a crush during adolescence is quite normal.

Why is the beauty trap sometimes so effective?

Why do many high-ranking or wealthy men, who really shouldn’t lack for women, still fall for it?

The reason is simple.

What you think of as a beauty trap: just send any pretty girl to seduce you, posing and preening in front of you.

The actual beauty trap: either it’s your unattainable moonlight crush, or the cinnabar mole in your heart, or your soulmate.

The former is just like sending a warm bed servant, not at all deserving of the phrase "beauty trap."

After Susu’s suggestion, seeing Zhang Sixing looking at her, she smiled mischievously and softly said, "Just listen to me this round."

Zhang Sixing nodded.

Actually, in his mind, when you have good cards in this kind of game, you shouldn’t get too greedy and bet too many drinks, scaring others from calling your bluff.

But since the girl had said so, the honest and straightforward guy just went along.

"How many drinks?" Cheng Zhu, as the dealer, looked at Zhang.

Susu subtly shifted closer to Zhang Sixing, then leaned over pretending to check the cards on the table again.

This small move made him even more nervous and brought back his old stuttering habit.

"I... we’ll go for, uh, six... six drinks!"

After his stuttering, his face, already flushed from the alcohol, turned even redder.

Cheng Zhu saw right through him, but still loudly declared, "So nervous? I’m opening yours! Six drinks, right? Show your cards!"

He slapped down his flush on the table, displaying his high card strength.

However, Zhang Sixing had a straight flush.

That bastard acted frustrated, cursing, "What an act! Fine, fine!"

Susu immediately let out a victorious cheer.

Then, she turned to look at Zhang Sixing, who had just been stuttering, and said something.

This fairly decent girl didn’t say something like "You were amazing just now."

For such an honest and straightforward guy, compliments like "You’re so amazing," "You’re so smart" might not work well; they aren’t special.

But a two-character adjective might make a man feel overwhelmed by the compliment, especially older men, who might just be baffled on the spot, stunned and unable to believe someone would describe him that way.

With a smile in her eyes, Susu said:

"You were just so cute."

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(ps: Celebrating the festival is over, and the places that needed revision in the previous texts have been corrected. It seems like the blocked Chapters were also sorted out by the readers in the group. We should be able to return to regular updates tomorrow. This year has been somewhat awful, tiring.

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