The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 264

Chapter 264: I might understand women a bit better than you
In this game, no matter how much you focus on strategy or think you’re the smartest player, it ultimately comes down to a bit of luck.

After all, these girls, despite their supernatural abilities, can’t use them in such situations. And since neither the player before nor after you will cooperate, you can’t accurately predict the cards others hold.

So Angel’s smugness was short-lived. Soon, with Sophie’s meticulous calculations, she managed to turn the game around.

Sophie found some advantage and made Angel lose the round with six cards in her hand. If it was four cards per drink, then Angel just lost a drink and a half.

Now it was Sophie’s turn to gloat. “See? I told you relying on luck wouldn’t last. It’s all about intelligence, about using your brain.”

Sam noticed Sophie’s cheeks were flushed as she smiled broadly. Her eyes slightly narrowed, she looked like a proud champion… annoyingly similar to Angel, wasn’t she?

Well, that’s nonsense.

Actually, she was quite adorable, just like Angel.

“Slap.” Angel slammed six cards down on the table, clearly frustrated, and glared coldly at Sophie. “What brain? It was just your luck this round… damn, just my bad luck.”

Blaming it on luck was typical of Angel.

“Oh? Just bad luck? You’re not going to welch on the bet, are you? No way, no way, the Heiress can’t handle losing?”

“Who said I can’t handle losing? Did I say I wouldn’t drink? Just you wait!” With that, Angel picked up her glass and downed it in one go. She tilted her head back and finished the drink in front of everyone, then reached for the second glass.

Sam couldn’t help but look at her. “Drinking that fast, can you handle it?”

He wasn’t sure about Angel’s alcohol tolerance. But he knew enough that with beer, drinking slowly was fine, but speeding up could quickly go to your head. And alcohol tends to cloud judgment more and more until the effects fully hit, which is why those who are drunk never admit they’ve had too much.

And if Angel drank too much… would she turn into a cat wanting only to sleep, or a devil stirring up trouble?

Angel gave a light snort. “My tolerance is better than you think… don’t worry.” Although she was displeased, she didn’t take it out on Sam.

Under the table, Sam took her hand and whispered softly, “Drink slower.”

Angel paused, her movements slowing slightly.

Sophie seemed to notice this subtle change and frowned. “Hey! Sam, what are you two up to? Trying to cheat?”

Angel looked back at Sophie and gave a slight smile. Then she tilted her head back and finished the remaining half glass. She didn’t look at Sophie again but turned to Sam. “I remember you’re quite lucky, right?”

Sam thought for a moment. “Seems like it’s always been pretty good.”

Indeed, surviving up to now required not just a strong mental state and continuously improved skills but also a good dose of luck.

“Then, as your girlfriend, it’s okay if I borrow some of that luck, right?” Angel asked.

Sam was momentarily stunned. “Of course, it’s okay… but how do you borrow that kind of thing?”

“Bang.” Suddenly, Angel pounced on Sam, lowering her head. In front of Sophie’s wide eyes and Isabella’s surprised gaze, she kissed him deeply.

Their lips and tongues intertwined tightly, and Sam could even taste the alcohol she had just drunk.

Sam could hear the shouts and exclamations around them.

“What the hell!! That’s not fair! What are you doing!”

“Are you going to be indecent in public! I’ll call the police!”

“Stop kissing, damn it!!”

It wasn’t until five minutes later that Angel finally returned to her seat. She sat down gracefully, facing Sophie’s embarrassed and angry gaze, and smiled slightly.

“I know you’re eager, but hold on. Next, I’m going to crush you.”

Sophie couldn’t pinpoint exactly what ignited the flame within her. The moment she saw this woman brazenly kissing Sam in front of everyone, it was as if her blood began to boil.

Perhaps it was the alcohol quickly entering her bloodstream that catalyzed certain reactions and emotions.

But now, she desperately wanted to see this woman drink herself into a stupor, slumped over the table, waving a white flag, admitting she couldn’t drink anymore.

And it had to be her own doing. She even outright refused the offer of help from her sister, insisting on handling it herself.

Absolutely, it had to be her!

“Alright then, let’s see who will be the one to fall!” The battle seemed to ignite fiercely.

Sam and Isabella exchanged glances.

Isabella gave an awkward smile, her eyes seeming to say: Ah, there’s no helping it, that’s just how people are when they drink… but no worries, it won’t get out of control. Really, it wouldn’t, right?

In the third round, Angel seemed to regain her good luck, almost dominating the game. She forced Sophie to drink two more glasses.

Sophie didn’t need anyone’s help, and even Sam was curious when this girl had developed such a high tolerance.

Could it be… was this also a kind of superpower? Super drinking ability?

The more Sophie drank, the brighter her smile seemed to become. “Good, keep playing with that kind of luck, I hope your life relies solely on luck, and that everything you do depends on it.”

Angel responded with a cold laugh. “I’d rather have a life filled with luck than a life filled with tragedies. Isn’t it great to achieve what others can only dream of without any effort?”

“Bring it on!”

“Let’s do this!”

“Hey, hey, hey… isn’t that too much? Should we slow down a bit?”

“Who are you? Step aside!”

Well, that escalated quickly.

Even Sam, who tried to intervene, was briskly pushed aside.

Maybe he should just leave them to it and head home?

Just kidding, the way these two girls were drinking was completely unpredictable. If they both ended up passing out, there was no way Sam could just stand by.

He looked at Isabella, who was also caught up in the game, having had her fair share of drinks. At this point, she seemed completely oblivious to anything else but whether the game could continue.

No other choice then. Sam decided it was time to intervene in the game’s progress. After all, if both of them got too drunk, he would be the one in trouble, the one who would have to deal with the consequences. And adding Isabella to that mix was simply unimaginable.

So… [X-ray Vision] activated!

As the new game began, Sam started his plan.

It seemed simple enough: although the two girls appeared to be fiercely competitive, using every trick in the book, even resorting to sly tactics, it was futile. Sam was about to show them that in this card game, he was the ultimate deity!

“What’s this… you lost nine cards?” Angel looked disdainfully at Sam.

Sophie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Are you really that bad? If you’re this terrible, maybe you shouldn’t play at all?”

Sam just shrugged. “Can’t help it… bad luck is just that. Why not play? It’s a game meant for everyone to enjoy together. If you two want to go head-to-head, maybe you should just duel it out privately some other time… It’s my turn to deal, let’s start~”

That’s right. Sam’s method was simple. Not to use X-ray Vision to win, but to use it to distribute the drinks as evenly as possible among the girls, keeping the amounts small. Of course, the winner could occasionally be Angel, sometimes Sophie, or even Isabella.

As long as he was the one losing the most, that was fine. After all, there were only so many cards, and if he lost eight or nine cards each round, the most anyone else could drink was half a glass, never a full one.

Leveraging his X-ray Vision, Sam kept playing his worst cards, ensuring he played the least and lost the most.

He wouldn’t get drunk anyway. Not just a case of beer, even several more wouldn’t faze him.

At first, it might seem like Sam was just bad at the game, but soon everyone started to notice that his luck was extraordinarily off. It was as if his luck had been siphoned away—utterly absurd.

Could any normal person play at such a disastrous level? They had seen bad players, but never this bad!

Before long, how many bottles had he downed? It seemed too many to count.

But there was no stopping Sam from participating in the game, so the outcome became quite clear.

Before Angel and Sophie got too drunk, there was a sudden snap.

“I’m done. This isn’t fun,” Angel said, clearly annoyed.

Sophie snorted coldly. “It’s because your boyfriend is so terrible… he’s drunk all the booze.”

Seizing the moment, Sam decided to use this opportunity to end this risky drinking session, at least before it spiraled out of control.

He draped an arm around Angel’s shoulders, leaning on her, and feigned drunkenness. “My skills are just too pathetic…”

Angel slapped his cheek lightly, unamused. “Boring.”

Sophie sat there, watching their sickeningly sweet display, and turned her head away.

“If that’s the case… can we end this now?” asked Sam.

“Have you all had enough?” Isabella asked with a smile.

The others looked at her somewhat blankly.

Isabella continued with a grin, “It seems like you haven’t had enough. We don’t have class tomorrow, let’s indulge a bit more and go sing karaoke!”

“…”

Sam was on the verge of tears. What the hell, Isabella!

“Ah… I’ve had a bit too much… and if we go sing, there’ll be more drinking. Getting home would be a problem, right?” Sam tried to intervene.

Unexpectedly, Angel immediately responded, “Actually, I haven’t had enough… I know a great place where we can drink and then sleep. There are plenty of rooms, and it’s very safe. I’m just worried some people can’t handle their liquor.”

Sophie immediately activated her defensive mode, tilting her head back, her face flushed as she looked at Angel.

“Who says I can’t drink? Come on, keep drinking, I dare you to give up!”

Sophie seized the rare opportunity to put the haughty heiress in her place—how could she let it slip by? She agreed to continue drinking without a second thought.

It didn’t seem like she was provoked at all.

This made Sam wonder if something had been mixed into the drinks.

So, without waiting for Sam’s opinion—or rather, in this club, Sam’s opinion didn’t seem to count—the group decided to head out immediately.

The determination of those who had drunk too much was astonishing.

Sam, who appeared to be drunk, still needed to support Angel. It seemed his efforts were in vain.

He wanted to confront Isabella about what exactly she was planning.

But Isabella was busy supporting Sophie, who was still pretending to be strong and talking tough, leaving no chance for Sam to catch her eye.

Just like that, they arrived at a building resembling a luxury hotel.

It looked like a hotel, but once the attendant led them into a private room, it was clear this was more like an upscale nightclub. However, it wasn’t chaotic at all; there were no other people around, making the large private room feel exceptionally spacious and free.

The decor was luxurious, the sofas large.

Drinks and ice were already prepared, even fruits and snacks were available.

The karaoke screen was impressively large, and the sound system seemed of high quality.

Crucially, the private room also had several small bedrooms, all meant for sleeping, complete with bathrooms and a dedicated shower area.

Is this really karaoke? It was more like a high-end private banquet hall.

Isabella couldn’t help but marvel, “So places like this exist, I’ve never seen one before.”

Angel gave a slight smile, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, looking exceptionally delicate and charming.

“Of course you haven’t seen it, this place isn’t open to the general public. Feel free to use it, stay the night if you drink too much. Without actively calling for a waiter, no one will disturb you here, and there are no cameras. Don’t worry about embarrassing yourself, especially someone in particular.”

Sophie snorted coldly.

“Does having money make you great? Can money make up for your lack of drinking ability?”

“Drinking ability? I haven’t lost yet. What are you talking about, Sophie? You must be drunk already.”

“Drunk? Then let’s drink! Let’s see who ends up drunk!”

Just entered and already competing in drinking? Typical of you two.

Sam quickly stood up, wedging himself between the two, like a natural barrier between two armies.

“This is ultimately a place for singing, right? How about we sing a song first?”

“Who’s going to sing?”

“Senior sister should sing, after all, it was her suggestion.”

Sam pointedly targeted Isabella.

After all, this woman always managed to throw him into these unexpected situations.

Unexpectedly, Isabella seemed not to mind at all.

“Alright, I’ll go first then!”

Sam was momentarily stunned.

Isabella queued up “Shake It Off,”

Surprisingly, Isabella sang quite well, perfectly matching the melody of the song.

Although Sam felt a bit embarrassed listening, he had to admit that Isabella’s singing temporarily eased the tense atmosphere between the two girls.

When Isabella finished singing, Sam couldn’t help but give her enthusiastic applause.

Isabella seemed very pleased. “It looks like everyone’s in a good mood!”

“Then let’s toast to the success of this club event in advance, cheers!”

Sam never expected that he would be the last one to raise his glass.

Even Sophie and Angel had lifted their glasses.

It was the first time he saw such a harmonious and unified scene,

leaving Sam somewhat dazed.

“What are you spacing out for? Drink up,” Angel urged, clearly annoyed.

Sophie also looked disdainfully at Sam.

“A big guy like you can’t be that bad at drinking, right?”

Well, this is how it’s going to be, huh?

Fine.

Whatever!

Drink however you like; there’s a place to rest here anyway, I don’t care!

Sam, without any more reservations, instantly picked up his glass.

“Who said I couldn’t drink? I was just amazed at how well senior sister sang.”

Isabella still looked bashfully pleased.

“Oh, it was just okay, I just enjoy singing. Cheers!”

“Clang!”

The glasses collided, and the flames of enthusiasm were ignited.

“Now that we’re all here to sing, who’s up next?”

Sam began to take control of the atmosphere. Although he might not have clout in terms of wealth or power, he was great at setting the mood.

Sophie didn’t even think before refusing. “I don’t like singing.”

Angel was even more straightforward. “Why should I sing for them?”

Sam then proactively picked up the microphone. “Then you’ll just have to listen to me!”

“Sam can sing too?” Isabella asked curiously.

Sam smiled in response. “Just average.”

What song to choose?

Oh, this one.

When “Someone Like You” appeared on the screen, Sam felt a familiar sensation return.

Yes.

This song.

It’s moving—that’s all there is to it!

Sam didn’t know if his singing voice would be influenced by his charm, but he sang how he wanted, expressing his inner frustrations to the extreme.

By the end of the song, Sam was sweating.

“Applause!”

Isabella clapped vigorously, her eyes seemingly sparkling.

“I didn’t expect Sam to sing so well, the emotion, the voice, it’s practically professional!”

Sophie’s cheeks were still flushed, seemingly struggling to stay awake as her last act of defiance. “It’s just okay… Why do you make such twisted faces when you sing?”

Sam replied calmly, “That’s called being expressive, not twisted. Do you understand?”

However, the next moment, Angel grabbed Sam by the ear.

“Why did you choose that song? Did I do something to upset you?”

Sam immediately grimaced and raised his glass.

“Ah… well, let’s drink to the here and now, and if you can’t drink, don’t. Cheers!!”

As soon as Sam mentioned that those who can’t drink shouldn’t, Angel instantly raised her glass.

The atmosphere of silent rivalry continued.

Sam then nudged Angel. “Why don’t you sing one too?”

“Why should I sing?” Angel replied without even thinking.

Sam continued to coax her. “I’ve never heard you sing, and I’d like to. Don’t I, as your boyfriend, have at least that much right?”

Angel looked at Sam with a cold smirk. “Seeing as you sang quite well just now, I’ll reward you with a song.”

Angel picked up the microphone and stood up.

But Sam’s attention wasn’t on Angel at all; he instead sat down next to Isabella and asked in a low, annoyed voice. “Senior, what exactly are you playing at?”

Isabella looked genuinely puzzled.

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“Stop playing dumb. You’re still letting them drink, do you want things to get even more chaotic?”

Isabella sighed softly.

“Sam, you might not have heard the saying, ‘Nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards.’ If you think the relationship between the two is irreconcilable, then push it to the limit. Maybe after everything breaks down, there will be a rebirth.”

What kind of terrible plan is this!

Sam gritted his teeth.

“Isn’t that just mutually assured destruction, ending everything in one go?”

Isabella’s face, flushed from the alcohol, was charmingly radiant under the room’s lights, her smile captivating.

“I don’t think that’s likely… let’s just say, I might understand women a bit better than you.”

“…”

“Alright, stop fussing, your girlfriend is starting to sing~”