"If you do well..." Feng Ze seemed to consider something, then withdrew his hand a moment later. "I'll probably miss you terribly."
Feng Ze's tone was casual when he said it. He didn't even look at Tao Zhiyan.
Precisely because of that, Tao Zhiyan's heart inexplicably skipped into a faster beat.
This time, Feng Ze was different. He wasn't deliberately making a move or saying anything overly flirtatious.
In short, that seemingly offhand answer left Tao Zhiyan feeling a little unable to keep joking with him.
For once, Tao Zhiyan gave it serious thought before saying, "Then I'll try to do well."
Feng Ze chuckled.
Tao Zhiyan rubbed his nose.
The mood was good now. After some thought, Tao Zhiyan asked, "Eldest Young Master, I didn't get a chance to ask you earlier."
"The stakes are thirty million, but what if I lose?" Tao Zhiyan looked puzzled. "What's my punishment if I lose?"
At those words, Feng Ze's gaze visibly changed.
"If you lose..." Feng Ze's voice deepened slightly. "Your punishment is to be the Feng Family's butler for the rest of your life."
"The rest of my life?"
A contract selling myself into servitude!
Tao Zhiyan asked earnestly, "Can I retire when I'm sixty, then?"
He knitted his brows. "You can't expect a sixty-year-old man to keep waiting on you, can you?"
Feng Ze laughed at that. "Yes. We'll retire together."
"That's fine, then." Tao Zhiyan nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Why does it feel like I come out ahead whether I win or lose?"
"Eldest Young Master, why did you take this bet?" Tao Zhiyan looked up, utterly puzzled. "It seems like you lose out either way."
Feng Ze replied, "I don't. I come out way ahead."
At that, Tao Zhiyan gave Feng Ze another thumbs-up.
*A regular