"Yang Fei, what the hell were you screaming for?"

"Oh, so now it's my fault? You're the one who yelped first."

Xu Ye wasn't going to waste any more energy on that battle. One look at the therapists' faces told him the two of them had probably lost every last shred of dignity already. He quietly draped a towel over his face. When the foot massage was over, he rolled onto his stomach as the therapist directed and moved on to the back massage.

By the time they came out of the foot spa, it was past nine.

Back in the car, Yang Fei was full of energy. "Gotta say, I feel way lighter after that. Like my blood's finally flowing right."

"It's not that dramatic."

Yang Fei stretched and let out a long breath, grinning. "If I ever get rich, I'm coming every night."

"That's the extent of your ambition?"

"When we get back from this trip, I'm going to start studying for the civil service exam."

Xu Ye blinked. He hadn't expected happy-go-lucky Yang Fei to settle on that road so soon. "You've made up your mind?"

Yang Fei nodded. "I'm not destined to get rich. Might as well take the safest road there is."

"Good for you."

"If I can pass, anyway. My parents want me to stay in Shanghai, but the civil service exam here is brutal."

Xu Ye smiled. "You won't know until you try."

Yang Fei looked out the window and didn't answer.

The truth is, the grown-up world doesn't offer that many choices. After graduation you study for grad school, you take the civil service exam, you get a job, or you go home and take over the family business.

Grad school? Yang Fei was an average student at best. He'd been complaining since freshman year that he'd picked the wrong major.

A job? Yang Fei didn't think he was good enough to earn a big salary. He knew perfectly well that all he had to do was ask, and Xu Ye would put him in Qingye Investment without a second thought. But…