I Transmigrated Into a Villain and All the Heroines in This Novel Have Systems?

Chapter 13:

Fang Shijing was about to persuade them further when Lin Chuan, already impatient, cut him off. “Elder Fang, since Master Qi refuses to accept the outcome, please announce the results.”

Fang Shijing became anxious. “Young Master Lin…”

“Enough, Elder Fang. I’ve already given you enough face, but some people don’t know what’s good for them. If you keep dragging this out, don’t blame me for being rude,” Lin Chuan said coldly, not leaving any room for negotiation.

This old man was too much of a people-pleaser.

Even when the person he was trying to protect was spitting on his goodwill, he was still desperately trying to defend them.

Wasn’t this just meddling in things that weren’t his business?

Fang Shijing could only shake his head with a wry smile.

Both parties insisted on continuing the match, but in the end, he was the one who ended up looking bad.

“Since both of you insist on continuing, I have nothing more to say.”

Fang Shijing gave Qi Xuan a sharp look before finally making the official announcement.

“I now announce the results of the second round. Lin Chuan’s blue-and-white porcelain bowl has been authenticated as a genuine Ming Dynasty artifact with an estimated value of… three million!”

“Whoosh—”

The once noisy crowd fell into a stunned silence.

Everyone stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Fang Shijing.

“H-How much did you say? Three… Three million?! Did I hear that right?”

“A real Ming Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain piece? Is this real?”

“Doesn’t that mean… Master Qi lost again?”

“It’s best two out of three. If he loses this round, he’s completely done for.”

“If that’s the case… Master Qi is really going to have to eat shit?”

“Master Qi… actually lost to this rich second-generation heir? How is this possible?!”

“What the hell is happening right now?”

The voices of countless discussions overlapped, growing louder and louder until it became an earth-shattering uproar.

Meanwhile, Ning Wenrou was secretly celebrating.

Lin Chuan won the match, which meant she didn’t have to leave the Lin family.

Great!

…Wait a minute.

Wasn’t she desperately trying to escape this guy’s grasp before?

So why was she now relieved to be able to stay by his side?

No, no!

It was only because she needed to stay and complete her tasks so she could rescue her father.

Yes, that must be it!

While some rejoiced, others suffered.

Qi Xuan, at this moment, felt like he had been struck by lightning.

His brain completely shut down.

A genuine Ming Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain piece?

Estimated at three million?

These two facts hit him like a sledgehammer, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

I… lost?

He actually lost?

He had lost in his most specialized field to a rich playboy who knew nothing?

No!

Impossible!

This must have been a setup!

“You! Tell me the truth—did you two plan this together to set me up?”

Overcome with anger, he lashed out at Fang Shijing.

Fang Shijing almost spat out blood in fury.

“You were the one who called me here! How could I possibly be colluding with him? The porcelain bowl is right here—if you doubt my fairness, check it yourself.”

Qi Xuan shoved him aside and rushed to the table.

He grabbed the blue-and-white porcelain bowl and began examining it meticulously.

The glaze? No issues.

The patterns? No issues.

The base and inscriptions? Also no issues…

Each and every detail confirmed one undeniable fact—

It was authentic!

“Ahhh—!”

Overcome with rage, Qi Xuan raised the porcelain bowl, ready to smash it.

“You better think twice,” Lin Chuan’s icy voice rang out.

“This bowl is worth three million. Are you sure you can afford to pay for it?”

His words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly snapping Qi Xuan back to his senses.

He hurriedly placed the porcelain bowl back on the table and took two quick steps back.

He finally understood why Fang Shijing had tried to stop the competition earlier.

The old man had seen his loss coming and was trying to save his reputation.

But he was too stupid to realize it and insisted on revealing the results.

And now?

He had lost completely and utterly.

“Elder Fang, c-can we call this round… a draw?” Desperation filled Qi Xuan’s voice as he pleaded with Fang Shijing.

His eyes were filled with humiliation and despair.

Fang Shijing let out a deep sigh and shook his head.

“I can’t help you. If you want to negotiate, ask Young Master Lin.”

Qi Xuan gritted his teeth and turned to Lin Chuan.

For a renowned antique expert like him, begging a rich playboy for mercy was absolutely humiliating.

But he had no other choice.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to speak. “For this round, can we…”

“No.”

Lin Chuan cut him off before he could finish.

“I never give people a second chance.”

Qi Xuan’s expression twisted with resentment.

“Do you really have to push me into a corner?”

Lin Chuan responded with nothing but a mocking smile.

“Ask yourself this—if you were the one who won, would you let me go?”

Qi Xuan’s confidence wavered.

If the roles were reversed, he definitely wouldn’t have spared Lin Chuan.

Not only that, he would have humiliated him publicly.

Lin Chuan slowly stood up.

“I assume there’s no need for the third round?”

“Master Qi, it’s time to fulfill your promise. The restroom is over there—please, go ahead.”

Qi Xuan turned to look at the public restroom in the distance and couldn’t stop his entire body from trembling.

If he really did this, he would never be able to show his face in the antique world again.

He clenched his teeth and suddenly glared at Lin Chuan.

“Do you dare to raise the stakes again?”

Lin Chuan laughed in amusement.

“I already won. Do you think you’re in any position to bargain with me?”

“Can’t I bet on myself?” Qi Xuan’s fists clenched tightly.

“Let’s have a third round. If I win, all punishments are void.”

“And if you lose?” Lin Chuan asked with interest.

“If I lose again, I’ll not only do all the previous punishments—”

“I’ll also run naked around the antique street three times.”

This time, Qi Xuan had completely snapped.

He threw away all his pride and dignity.

The onlookers were completely stunned.

At the beginning of this match, who could have predicted that this rich playboy would force Master Qi into such a desperate situation?

To the point that he was now betting his own dignity and reputation?

Lin Chuan shook his head and chuckled.

“You’re a man, not a woman. Who the hell would want to see you run around naked?”

“Are you scared?” Qi Xuan taunted, staring at him with burning eyes.

Lin Chuan sighed.

“Since you refuse to give up, I’ll crush your last hope.”

He turned to Fang Shijing.

“Elder Fang, let’s start the third round.”

Fang Shijing let out a long sigh.

If he had known things would get this out of hand, he never would have come in the first place.