"You have a car? A beat-up tricycle, huh? Hahaha!" The Toyota guy laughed so hard he bent over, slapping his car in hysteria, barely able to catch his breath.
"Forget him, let's go!"
The shoulder-length short-haired mixed-race beauty stepped forward, took Ye Xuan's hand, and glared at the arrogant man, worried he might trouble Ye Xuan.
In her mind, she thought: Sigh! This delivery guy is so righteous and handsome, my dream man! Too bad he might not be rich. But kindness and a good heart are enough for me. I won't let him be humiliated by this vulgar show-off.
Having seen the world, she was genuinely moved by Ye Xuan's bravery earlier. Of course, his good looks played a big part—after all, when ordinary guys stand up for others, they're just "good Samaritans." But when a handsome guy does it? He's a "knight in shining armor!"
"You think you can just leave?"
The Toyota guy blocked their way, sneering, convinced Ye Xuan had no means to back up his words.
"You threw trash at my car, kicked my door, and now you're running away?"
Ye Xuan, still holding the mixed-race girl's soft hand, felt a bit embarrassed. "I really do have a car," he said.
The girl, convinced Ye Xuan was only standing up for her, scolded him gently: "What car? Don't make things worse."
The Toyota guy smirked, confident he had the upper hand: "A lowly deliveryman dares to show off in front of me? Where's your car? Don't embarrass yourself with a tricycle!"
"A tricycle?" Ye Xuan chuckled lightly and pulled out his car key. With a press of the button—
Beep beep~
Four meters away, the fiery red Pagani Huayra's headlights lit up, dazzling.
Zzzzzzz…
The car doors opened upward, like a phoenix spreading its wings in rebirth.
The Toyota guy froze in shock.
Holy sh—!
He couldn't believe his eyes.
The mixed-race beauty was equally stunned, her jaw practically hitting the floor.
Ye Xuan smiled faintly. "I wasn't lying. I really do have a car."
The Toyota guy was completely dumbfounded.
Being somewhat of a car enthusiast, even if he couldn't identify it as a Pagani Huayra, he could tell this was a top-tier sports car worth tens of millions.
Tens of millions!
What kind of world was this? A deliveryman driving a supercar?
The short-haired beauty was equally flabbergasted. Having seen her fair share of wealth, she still never imagined that Ye Xuan wasn't bluffing—he really owned a supercar!
"This handsome, kind man… and he's humble too? Could he be… a hidden tycoon?"
In her mind, she added a bold new label to Ye Xuan: Low-Key Tycoon.
A god-tier man!
Her large, bright eyes filled with admiration.
Such an amazing man—she couldn't let him slip away!
Ye Xuan glanced at the Toyota guy with a faint smirk. "Be humble, like me. Got it?"
The Toyota guy: "…"
Humble?
You?
Driving a supercar to deliver packages? You're one step away from flying into the heavens!
Without paying him any more attention, Ye Xuan got into his car and prepared to leave.
"Wait!"
The mixed-race beauty chased after him, her glimmering eyes filled with adoration. "My knight, can I have your WeChat?"
"Sure."
Ye Xuan smiled faintly and exchanged contacts.
Sigh.
Mixed-race beauties were just too forward!
Sometimes, having too much charm was a real headache.
Vroom! With a press of the accelerator, the Pagani roared and sped off.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Su Qianqian—the bunny pajama girl who had just received her package—rushed out.
"Hey! Wait a sec!"
After her failed attempt to flirt with Ye Xuan, she just couldn't forget his smile.
Such a handsome delivery guy—she was smitten!
She ran downstairs only to see the Pagani speeding away, leaving behind its sleek and stylish silhouette.
Covering her mouth in shock, Su Qianqian was speechless.
The delivery god drives a supercar to deliver packages?!
Does he have to be this extravagant?!
Both the mixed-race beauty and Su Qianqian were left staring longingly at the perfect figure of the car disappearing into the distance.
"Wait, wait…"
At this moment, the Toyota guy finally snapped back to reality.
Something wasn't right.
He looked at his Toyota and realized the door Ye Xuan had kicked was now visibly deformed.
Toyota's build quality was infamous for this—collide with a bicycle, and the car would dent, let alone taking a solid kick.
"Ahhh! This is a brand-new car! I just bought it on loan!"
"No, I need to make him pay for this!"
He jumped up, determined to demand compensation. But by the time he stepped forward, the Pagani was already long gone.
Frustrated, he kicked his own car in anger, adding another dent to the door.
"Damn it! I'll make him pay. Ah, no! I just kicked my own car! I'm screwed…"
The Toyota guy was fuming, on the verge of exploding with rage.
At the same time, this scene was witnessed by another couple near the parking lot.
The woman had an internet celebrity vibe—sharp chin, likely the result of plastic surgery, with trendy makeup giving her a seductive and modern look, scoring around 80 points. However, she relied heavily on cosmetics; without makeup, her score would barely reach 60.
Every gesture she made was excessively cutesy, enough to give anyone a toothache.
Beside her was a man with a small-time bourgeois air, likely renting a unit in this high-end neighborhood. His behavior screamed "simp"—constantly nodding, bowing, and pandering to the internet celeb, fawning over her every word.
"Rong Rong! Here's the latest YSL face cream you wanted. Limited edition, 10,000 yuan a bottle! I spent half the day getting it for you!"
The man handed her the cream with a sycophantic grin.
"Ugh!" Rong Rong barely glanced at it, her tone sharp as she scolded, "Are you kidding me? This is the regular version! Limited edition? Do you want my friends to laugh at me during afternoon tea?!"
The man paled and stammered, "S-sorry! I'll go get the limited edition right away!"
"Hmph, leave this one here too. I'll give it to a friend. And make sure the next one is the limited edition, got it?"
His face twitched in pain.
The regular version cost over 5,000 yuan, and the limited edition was more than 10,000 yuan. Even with his small-time bourgeois status, he could barely afford it.
But a simp's gotta simp. What else could he do?
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