Chapter 11
1162 Words
What the...
What’s with women these days? Flirting at the drop of a hat?
She was indeed quite attractive. After a brief moment of thought, Su Ye nodded.
“Alright.”
Hearing that, the black-haired woman beamed with joy and happily opened the door to let Su Ye in.
Upon entering, Su Ye noticed a yoga mat on the floor. Judging by her tight athletic wear, she must have been exercising at home earlier.
No wonder she had such a stunning figure.
Walking over to the water dispenser, he saw that it was indeed empty. Next to it sat an unopened bottle of water.
Changing the water might be a hassle for most women, but for Su Ye? Easy as pie.
In just a few swift moves, he replaced the bottle.
“All done!”
Su Ye smiled faintly and clapped his hands, ready to leave.
But just as he turned around, the woman stepped forward with a tissue in hand. “Oh no, you’re sweating. Let me wipe it for you!”
With that, she reached out to dab his face.
Su Ye froze, black lines forming in his mind.
What’s going on here?
He didn’t even feel sweaty himself!
The woman’s sudden enthusiasm caught him off guard.
After a quick wipe, she still showed no intention of letting him leave.
“Why don’t you rest for a bit? I’ll get you a glass of water,” she offered with a sweet smile.
This…
With a client being this enthusiastic, how could he refuse?
Just as Su Ye sat down, the woman brought over a disposable cup filled with water, holding it in both hands as she offered it to him.
This level of hospitality left him a little stunned.
Su Ye accepted the cup and took a symbolic sip before saying with a smile, “Well... I still have deliveries to—”
Before he could finish, the woman blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, “You must get really tired delivering packages all day, huh? If you’re ever exhausted and can’t make it home, you’re welcome to rest here anytime!”
What the heck?
This sudden invitation gave him the sense that she might be after something...
Su Ye widened his eyes, speechless.
Could she be... into my body?
Honestly, her figure was pretty top-tier.
The way she was throwing herself at him gave Su Ye a rare sense of being flattered.
Of course, that feeling only lasted a moment.
He wasn’t interested in her at all.
After all, if he compared her to Dilireba, he definitely preferred the latter.
“We’ll see, as long as it’s not too much trouble,” he replied politely.
“No trouble at all!”
The black-haired woman looked ecstatic.
Su Ye: “...”
Half an hour later, under the woman’s reluctant farewell, Su Ye finally made it into the elevator.
Delivering packages nowadays is dangerous, he thought to himself. One wrong move and you might get “targeted” by a female client.
“Ding! Special delivery mission complete. Reward: Rolex +1!”
Suddenly, the system’s notification rang in his ear.
Su Ye was startled and instantly realized what was going on.
No wonder that woman was so persistent—it was a special delivery!
Looking at his wrist, the cheap knockoff watch had been replaced by a brand-new Rolex.
He recognized it immediately—wasn’t that a Rolex Yacht-Master in gold?
Official price: 180,000 yuan!
For a billionaire, that might be nothing.
But on the wrist of a humble delivery guy? That hits different.
Su Ye didn’t really care for luxury goods.
He took a glance at the design, found it decent, and decided to just wear it.
People would be green with envy if they knew.
An 180,000-yuan watch—and he wore it like it was nothing special!
Hopping back onto his tricycle, Su Ye headed toward the next delivery address.
But just as he exited the community gate, a Dongfeng Honda suddenly pulled up and blocked his way.
“Uh...”
Su Ye slammed on the brakes, startled.
What now?
Before he could react, the car door opened and out stepped Wang Zhengyu with several others.
Upon seeing Su Ye, they all let out a sigh of relief.
Finally! They’d found him!
Wang Zhengyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, deeply relieved.
Turns out, after Dilireba gave Su Ye’s phone number to the production team, they hadn’t been able to reach him—either it was busy or he didn’t answer.
Left with no choice, Wang Zhengyu used every means possible—tracking the phone number, contacting every SF Express location—until he found the manager, Zhao Long, and got Su Ye’s delivery route.
Then they followed his trail all the way here.
Finally!
Looking at the group of people, Su Ye was puzzled.
They looked kind of familiar…
But why were they staring at him like he was a rare animal?
“Excuse me, can you move your car?”
Su Ye said calmly.
You can dress like you’re in The Matrix all you want, but don’t get in the way of my deliveries.
Wang Zhengyu blinked, then asked curiously, “Where’s your Bugatti?”
During the interview with Dilireba yesterday, wasn’t this guy delivering packages in a Bugatti?
It was the coolest thing ever!
Now he’s riding a tricycle?
Was his memory failing him?
Did they get the wrong person?
Upon hearing that, Su Ye suddenly remembered.
Weren’t these the director and cameramen from yesterday?
“Oh! Director Wang!”
Su Ye suddenly realized.
When Back to Simple Life aired, Wang Zhengyu had appeared on screen, but his face was always covered by graphics—only his voice was recognizable.
So Su Ye didn’t recognize him at first.
“Left it at home. Can’t fit many packages in that thing. Not practical,” Su Ye said earnestly, his tone casual.
That line left Wang Zhengyu and the others speechless.
A multi-million-yuan Bugatti, and it’s been labeled “not practical”...
“Uh...” Wang Zhengyu paused, then got to the point. “Actually, we’ve been looking for you because we wanted to discuss something.”
“What is it? Mind being quick? I’ve got a lot of packages left to deliver,” Su Ye asked, a bit impatient. His mind was still on his deliveries.
What could possibly be more important than delivering packages?
Wang Zhengyu laughed awkwardly, then said, “The video of you delivering a package to Dilireba has gone viral. The audience really wants to see more of you, so we came to invite you to join our show!”
Wang wasn’t one to beat around the bush.
Su Ye was stunned, his face full of disbelief.
What now?
A delivery guy like him… getting invited to Back to Simple Life?
Wasn’t that show reserved for celebrities and public figures?
Wouldn’t someone like him totally not fit in?
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