Chapter 425 - Shen Qianshu and Ye Ling’s Gamble (1/2)
Boss Qian smiled brightly and said, “I see that Mr. Ye has really kept to his promise. He did not tell Master Qian in advance about today’s competition. Since Master Qian is also this year’s King of Gambling, let’s have another round and have the King of Gambling compete against Mr. Ye Ling!”
Shen Qianshu was speechless.
What the heck?
Ye Ling grabbed onto Shen Qianshu’s collar and pointed at the bunch of bewitched young men. A flicker of darkness flashed past his eyes, and he declared his sovereignty. “This is my man. Those who don’t want to die should stay away from him!”
Everyone was speechless…
Su Nancheng’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Ah Ling really likes a man?
Oh my god, I’m suddenly very worried for Jinghuan’s innocence!
The group of heartbroken young men all stared longingly at Master Qian, unable to tear their gaze away. They wanted Master Qian to make a decision. The person in question was standing beside an extremely calm empress—a violent one too.
Master Qian, the emperor, seemed to be a little henpecked.
“Master, my love for you is like the endless flow of water in the sky and the never-ending streams in the river. In heaven, we shall be birds flying side by side. On the earth, we shall be flowering sprigs on the same branch. I want to hold your hand, and with you, I will grow old. One day of us apart seems like three years to me.” Shen Qianshu recited those touching lines that were not heartfelt at all. She affectionately ended it off. “I will never love anyone else.”
Everyone was speechless…
“Master Qian, are you still the Master Qian we know?”
“The Master Qian we know is fake. What happened to his dominance? What happened to having three thousand concubines? You even touched my face before!”
“You even touched my little hands and promised to have a drink with me on Christmas day.”
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The flirtatious Master Qian was expressionless. Are you guys wishing for me to die? Have you all already prepared a crystal coffin for me?
Ye Ling’s expression was very dark, and it became extremely nasty. With every remark they made, his expression got darker.