A small gamble wins favor

  An Lan couldn't help but think of the summer six years ago, Yi Shuihan was standing on the slope of the golf course in a white outfit, waving his club and shouting: "An Lan, let's make a bet. If you hit one more stick than me, I'll kiss you once. If I hit one more stick than you, I'll carry you on my back for 100 meters."

  As a result, she played abnormally that day, hitting one or two more strokes in each hole, and finally kissed his entire face and neck all over.

  She happened to apply lip balm on her way out that day, so Yi Shuihan's entire face and even his neck were covered in bright red lip prints. He walked back and forth on the golf course with those bright red lip prints, proudly showing off his spoils of war.

  She was embarrassed beyond words, while he was triumphant as if he had picked up a treasure!

  Ling Yuwei saw An Lan being silent for half a day and couldn't help but say: "Miss Gu, if you think this is unfair, then let's just let the two men compete, we'll just watch the ball."

  An Lan thought of the bet with Yi Shui Han six years ago, and seeing Yi Shui Han standing beside Ling Yu Wei in the same white clothes as before, her eyes involuntarily turned red, and a surge of indignation rose from the bottom of her heart.

  Isn't it just a gamble? Six years ago, she lost to him in a bet. Could it be that six years later, she would lose again to the woman he loves?

  An Lan's heart was seething with anger, but her face was all smiles: "No, I think it's very fair. The two Mr. Yis are both wealthy and arrogant, if they just gamble for a meal, isn't that too petty? Since they've already gambled, why not bet on something more substantial? It's just a small wager to amuse ourselves."

  An Lan's tone was relaxed, with a hint of shyness, her smile slightly red, as if she was a bit embarrassed, then looked at Yi Tianze and asked in a soft voice: "Yi Zong, do you think so?"

  Yi Tianze looked at An Lan, who was standing on the slope with her back to the light. The sunset was setting behind her, casting a golden glow on her slightly flushed cheeks. Her little girl's demeanor was fully displayed, and for an instant, she was stunned.

  An Lan saw Yi Tianze's silence and thought she had offended him, so she quickly apologized and carefully opened her mouth: "Director Yi, don't you think..."

  "Hmm, a real bet is fine too," Yi Tianze said at the right moment, then looked at Yi Shuihan: "No objections from my second brother?"

  Yi Shui Han pursed her lips and glanced at An Lan before responding indifferently, "No opinion, what does Miss Gu want to bet on?"

  An Lan looked at Ling Yuwei and said: "I don't quite understand golf, Miss Ling says how to bet is how to bet."

  Ling Yuwei said, "This Gu Anlan doesn't look like a golfer at all," and then very readily said: "Let's play three holes then. Time is running out. Three holes. If you hit one more stroke than me to get on the green, your side loses 10,000 yuan. If I hit one more stroke than you to get on the green, our side loses 10,000 yuan."

  An Lan sneered, "If we add one more stroke, the loser will lose 10,000 yuan. What's the difference between winning and losing with just three strokes? I'm not particular about it, but I'm afraid you two bosses might find it too dull. Such a small bet, if word gets out, it'll be embarrassing."