TREATING BOYFRIEND AS EX

Chapter 10 In an instant, her temper flared.

Jiao Didi, hearing the doorbell, glanced through the peephole and saw Assistant Chen, Lu Yan's assistant.

Opening the door, she asked, somewhat perplexed, "Assistant Chen, what brings you here?"

With a polite smile, Assistant Chen replied, "Good evening, Miss Jiao. Mr. Lu asked me to deliver something to you."

With that, a group of people entered, each carrying various items and placing them in the living room. Another group followed, adding even more to the pile.

Within minutes, the living room was filled with an assortment of luxury brand clothing, some of which had not even been released yet.

Jiao Didi, utterly baffled, asked, "Why are you sending all this to me?"

Assistant Chen responded simply, "This is Mr. Lu’s order."

Confused, she looked around at the mountain of extravagant goods in her living room, and with no other recourse, she called Lu Yan.

On the other end of the line, Lu Yan's voice came through: "I'm at the door. Open it."

She rushed to the door and opened it. Lu Yan entered and sat confidently on the sofa.

Pointing at the pile of luxury items, she asked, "Why are you sending me all this?"

Lu Yan shrugged nonchalantly, "Didn't Lu Xue take your dress?"

It was only then that Jiao Didi understood. Faced with Lu Yan's lavish display of wealth, she had no words to offer.

She opened her phone’s camera app and handed it to him.

"Please take a picture for me."

She struck an alluring pose amidst the pile of designer goods.

In an instant, Lu Yan understood her intentions, for Jiao Didi had done this many times before.

After taking the photo, he handed her the phone. She admired the picture for a moment.

It was perfect—no need for editing.

"Do you think if I post this on Moments and say it’s from you, your sister will go mad?"

Lu Yan shrugged, "Do as you please."

Not as heartless as Lu Yan, Jiao Didi tinkered with her phone for a while.

Lu Yan leaned in to take a look, then grabbed the phone from her, saying, "Why are you so slow at sending a message?"

Without waiting for a response, he posted the photo to her Moments.

When Jiao Didi snatched her phone back, the post had already gone up, with no caption to accompany the picture.

Unable to contain herself, she muttered, "Steel-hearted man."

Since the photo had already been posted, deleting it and reposting would only make it seem tacky.

Lu Yan ignored her and casually walked into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

Watching him with his relaxed demeanor, Jiao Didi remarked, "Take the stuff away. I don't want it."

Lu Yan frowned. "Why not?"

With a proud tilt of her head, she replied, "I only accept gifts from my husband or boyfriend. I won’t accept gifts from other men."

Lu Yan scoffed, "The things are already yours. Do whatever you like with them."

With that, he left.

Jiao Didi lay on the floor, frowning at the mountain of goods in front of her.

Meanwhile, Lu Xue, who had seen the photo on Jiao Didi's Moments, was livid.

Jiao Didi majored in Business Administration at university, but she had also studied traditional Chinese painting under Ye Weiwen, a master of the art.

Though not widely known for her own works, she was an expert in replicating paintings, able to copy them so perfectly that they appeared indistinguishable from the originals.

Her teacher often shook his head in disappointment, lamenting that she was wasting her talent.

Her friends, aware of her love for painting, gifted her tickets to an exhibition of landscape paintings by the renowned master Zheng Rongshui.

The exhibition, of course, was held in a picturesque mountainous location. Since Jiao Didi couldn't drive, she took a taxi for an hour to get there.

Upon arriving at the exhibition, she saw a handsome young man standing at the entrance, pleading.

"I forgot my ticket. Could you make an exception?"

The security guard looked apologetic. "Sorry, young man. Without a ticket, you can’t get in. The gate only opens with a registered ticket."

Seeing the man standing despondently, Jiao Didi couldn’t help but approach him.

"Hi, I have an extra ticket. Would you like it?"

The young man smiled brightly, "How much is it? I’ll pay you."

"No need for payment. It was a gift from a friend."

She turned and handed the ticket to the security guard, then entered the exhibition.

Afterward, since taxis were hard to come by in the mountains, Jiao Didi had to walk to the base of the mountain to hail one.

The road was quiet, with no pedestrians in sight. After a while, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw a middle-aged man in tattered clothes grinning foolishly at her.

She quickened her pace, and so did he. After half an hour, he remained an arm’s length behind her.

When she stopped, he reached her side, still grinning.

"Why are you following me?" she asked, trying to keep her composure.

With a silly smile, he said, "You’re so beautiful."

Then, he attempted to grab her.

Without thinking, Jiao Didi grabbed a nearby branch and began hitting him.

He staggered away, shouting, "Crazy woman... hitting me... hitting me..."

It was clear he wasn’t right in the head.

Breathing heavily, Jiao Didi stood still.

"Bang... bang..."

A Porsche suddenly pulled up beside her, and when she turned, she saw the young man from earlier, having just finished the exhibition and heading home. He had witnessed the entire incident.

Jiao Didi sat in the passenger seat. After introductions, the young man, Zheng Junjun, smiled at her, revealing two charming dimples.

He was handsome, yet had an endearing quality to him.

Both of them were about the same age, and they chatted happily.

"Why does your Mandarin sound a bit foreign? Did you study abroad when you were younger?"

Jiao Didi asked, her large eyes sparkling.

Zheng Junjun smiled, "I'm of Chinese-Korean descent and grew up in Korea. I came back this time for business."

Jiao Didi nodded in understanding. "I see."

He dropped her off at the bottom of her building. Though they hadn’t exchanged contact information, they parted ways with a friendly wave.

As Jiao Didi stood there, she considered whether she should finally learn to drive.

"Mm, maybe I should take the test," she thought to herself, quietly making a decision.

"Thinking about something? The elevator's here, hurry up."

Turning, she saw Lu Yan standing beside the elevator, dressed casually.

Jiao Didi opened the door and glanced back at him. "What’s going on?"

Lu Yan handed her a receipt from a charity event.

"What’s this?"

She glanced down and responded, "This is the stuff you gave me last time. I donated it."

Lu Yan’s sharp gaze lingered on her. "I recently acquired an ancient painting. I don’t know its era."

This piqued her interest. Aside from shopping, her greatest passion was studying ancient art—especially if she could replicate it.

But Jiao Didi firmly shook her head, resisting the temptation, and resolutely shut the door on Lu Yan.

The following morning, Jiao Didi arrived at the driving school bright and early. She knocked on the desk of the receptionist, who had fallen asleep.

"Ah... Coach, she's back again..."