Chapter 78: His phone page shows that the vote for Zhu Yuan has been cast successfully

Yuan Fengye looked at the hands he had used for over twenty years in disbelief.

It wasn't as if he hadn't played dice with Yu Ge before; while he wouldn't say he lost miserably, he had never once won against Yu Ge!

What was going on today?

He had actually made Yu Ge lose every single round?

Yu Ge didn't seem like he was that bad, did he?

Could it be that his luck was exceptionally good today because it was his birthday?

Yes, that must be it.

At first, he had felt like dying, but he hadn't expected Yu Ge to be so magnanimous and not take it to heart at all, so he started to get a bit carried away.

He turned and leaned against the back of his chair, sitting in a sprawling manner, "What are you all still standing there for? Yu Ge has spoken; those of you who need to vote, vote, and go to the family group chats to send messages telling your friends and family to vote too—hurry up and get moving."

Everyone hurriedly took out their phones.

The large-scale clubbing scene had turned into a dedicated voting session, the atmosphere becoming both serious and absurd.

He turned his head to look at Sheng Yu, who was drinking, with an expression that said he wasn't being a good sport, "Yu Ge, a bet is a bet, why aren't you voting?"

"I'll vote when I go back," the man said indifferently.

The more Yuan Fengye spoke, the more carried away he got, "Are you thinking of going back to secretly vote for Ning Chu?"

"Brother, you can't be like that!"

"That's enough out of you," Qi Jing kicked Yuan Fengye.

Sheng Yu picked up his wine glass; in his peripheral vision, Yuan Fengye was staring at him with a resentful expression, clearly intending to keep staring until he voted.

He even resorted to moral blackmail, "It's my birthday today."

Qi Jing covered his forehead, unable to bear watching.

Sheng Yu set down his wine glass, took his phone out of his casual jacket, and swiped the screen open with one hand.

Just as Yuan Fengye leaned over, he saw the phone page display that the vote for Zhu Yuan had already been cast successfully.

"So fast?" Yuan Fengye muttered under his breath.

He hadn't even seen clearly how Yu Ge operated it, so how had he already voted?

Was Yu Ge's hand speed really that fast?

……

Ning Chu felt like the sky had collapsed when she woke up.

Overnight, Zhu Yuan's vote count had caught up by a large margin; the gap between the two had originally been threefold, but now it was less than double!

She wanted to leave Zhu Yuan far behind, to use the voting results to slap Zhu Yuan in the face and humiliate her.

But now the gap was closing; could it be that Zhu Yuan had also bought internet trolls?

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong—"

She had just opened WeChat, wanting to ask what those people in the group were playing at and how they could let the vote gap narrow.

But in an instant, her phone vibrated non-stop, and countless messages bombarded her.

There were messages about people leaving the group.

Messages about the group being disbanded.

And many, many private messages.

【Ning Chu, I'm sorry, I can't vote for you anymore.】

【This really isn't my fault, I'm just following orders.】

【Yu Ge lost to Yuan Ge, we have no choice but to vote for Zhu Yuan.】

Ning Chu stared, bewildered—what Yu Ge, what Yuan Ge?

Why did they have to vote for Zhu Yuan?

She got out of bed in a fit of rage, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and dialed a number.

As soon as the call connected, the person on the other end said guiltily, "Ning Chu."

"What exactly is going on?" Ning Chu asked with her hands on her hips.

The person recounted what had happened at the party in the early hours of the morning.

Today was Yuan Fengye's birthday, and he had held a party on a cruise ship at midnight; Ning Chu had originally been invited, but she had something come up yesterday and couldn't go.

"What did you say, Yu Ge lost?"

And he lost every single round?

She clearly remembered that Yu Ge was very skilled!

"How could he be that bad..." Ning Chu realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly shut her mouth, but feeling too angry to let it go, she hung up the phone in a rage and threw it!

Afterwards, she ran over to pick up the phone, dialed a number, and cried, "Dad, you have to help me!"

While Ning Chu was too angry to eat breakfast, on the other side, Ji Xiang was munching on a large meat bun, drinking soy milk, humming a tune, and refreshing her page, bobbing her head.

The eyes of the masses were sharp after all!

She apologized for calling them blind yesterday.

As soon as she saw Zhu Yuan arrive, she ran over and said with a grin, "Xiao Fengzheng!"

"In such a good mood today, did you win the lottery?" Zhu Yuan put down her bag.

"It's about the same as winning the lottery." Ji Xiang took out her phone to show her, "I guarantee that you'll be able to overtake Ning Chu before the last day."

Zhu Yuan had already seen it on her way over.

Although she hadn't been refreshing the voting situation as frequently as Ji Xiang, she still took the time to check it every now and then.

Her dancing was better than Ning Chu's; that was a fact.

But Ning Chu having money to buy internet trolls was something she couldn't control, though she hadn't expected her vote count to catch up by so much overnight.

The two of them went to the dressing room together, and before they even got close, they heard the sound of Ning Chu's makeup artist crying.

"You can't even do this little thing right! You trash! I'm going to fire you!"

Zhu Yuan and Ji Xiang walked in and saw Ning Chu sweep an entire table of cosmetics onto the floor.

Her makeup artist was kneeling on the ground, covering her reddened, slapped face and weeping.

As soon as she saw them enter, Ning Chu sneered, "Zhu Yuan, don't get cocky too soon. It's not time to decide the winner yet, we'll see!"

Zhu Yuan gave her a look as if she were watching a lunatic.

This made Ning Chu furious, and she stomped over the cosmetics on the floor, "What kind of look is that!"

"This is a public space, not your personal dressing room. You've made a mess of this place and are affecting everyone's work. You can keep making a scene, but when the troupe leader comes later, even if you are the second young lady of the Ning Family, I'd like to see how you explain yourself if you affect the performance schedule."

Ning Chu was wearing high heels and was a bit taller than Zhu Yuan, but as Zhu Yuan spoke, her aura clearly overwhelmed her, making her unable to save face.

"Don't you dare try to pressure me with the troupe leader; if that bald man dares to say a single word to me..."

At this moment, a cold and languid voice interrupted her.

"He cannot, but I can."

This voice.

Zhu Yuan's heart gave a jolt, and she subconsciously turned her head.

At the doorway, the troupe leader was waiting respectfully beside a man; his shiny, mirror-like head seemed to provide lighting for the man's face, adding a few more layers of depth to a face that was already enough to captivate thousands of young girls.

She had vaguely overheard what Situ and Sheng Yu said last time, only then realizing that the big boss behind the Drama Troupe was the Pei Family.

"Pei... Second Master Pei." The words Ning Chu was forced to swallow back choked her until her face turned bright red, leaving her speechless.

A young girl's feelings cannot be hidden; no matter how arrogant and domineering she was, she still had to reveal her true colors in the face of love.

Zhu Yuan took a glance.

It was different from the shy admiration she showed when facing Sheng Yu; this was the infatuation of a young girl.

Oh my, so she likes this King of Hell, Pei Ling?

It was likely that Ning Chu targeting her so much also had to do with the scandal between her and Pei Ling a while back.

She really didn't know what kind of sin she had committed; one after another, the heavens just had to mess with her like this!

Ling Bing is one, and Ning Chu is another!

When she sensed Pei Ling walking toward this side, Zhu Yuan prayed in her heart for him not to come near her, please don't come near her.

Ning Chu already disliked her; if Pei Ling walked toward her and said some random things to her, wouldn't Ning Chu tear her limb from limb?

Yet, Pei Ling walked to her side, looked at her face, and asked in a tone that sounded to others like they were acquaintances, "Someone bullied you, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhu Yuan pretended not to hear, and even wanted to slip away.

How could she not tell that Pei Ling was doing it on purpose?

But the next second, Pei Ling pulled on her ear, "Are you deaf?"