This was Ye Xuan's first time encountering someone pretending to be a damsel in distress.
What now?
He paused, parked his tricycle, and got off.
Ye Xuan picked up Rong Rong, green tea bitch, in his arms...
Her heart pounded wildly.
He's holding me! This is bliss!
The scent of money was everywhere. Yes, it smelled just like love!
But then...
Ye Xuan smirked and said coldly, "Trying to scam me? No chance!"
He walked over to the side of the road and gently set her down.
Plop!
Rong Rong: "..."
Her mind went completely blank.
How could he just carry such a beautiful woman off the road like that? Doesn't he know how to appreciate beauty?
Ye Xuan, his expression calm, got back on his tricycle and chugged along.
But then he stopped, turned around, and walked back.
Seeing this, Rong Rong's despair turned into fiery hope.
He must have come to his senses!
She was elated.
Missing out on me would've been unforgivable. Sure, you hurt my feelings earlier, but since you've realized your mistake, I'll forgive you.
With your godly looks, how could I not forgive you?
Take me away, please.
But then...
Ye Xuan simply picked her up again, carried her back to where she had been lying, and set her down.
Then he turned and walked off.
Rong Rong: "..."
Ye Xuan hopped back on his tricycle and rode off, leaving her with a single sentence:
"Excuse me, keep doing your thing!"
Rong Rong: "???"
Her eyes welled up with tears.
The Venus Plan... total failure!
He thinks I'm trying to scam him! Godly delivery boy, I wasn't trying to scam you—I just want your body... and maybe your money!
Just then, a speeding truck came barreling down the road.
The driver slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding hitting Rong Rong, who was still lying in the middle of the street.
Rong Rong screamed in terror and scrambled away, losing a shoe in the process.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" the truck driver yelled. "Lying in the middle of the road during the day? You're nuts! Ugly and causing trouble!"
Rong Rong, humiliated and covered in dirt, silently got up and hobbled away.
After leaving Rong Rong behind, Ye Xuan delivered the oversized package to a gated community.
However, he wasn't allowed in.
As he pondered what to do, a mature woman approached from the entrance.
"That package is mine," she said.
Ye Xuan glanced at her and asked, "What's your phone number?"
The woman frowned. "Are you hitting on me?"
Ye Xuan gave her a look as if she were an idiot. "If you don't tell me your phone number, how do I know the package is yours?"
The woman: "..."
Just then, a Honda pulled up nearby, and the driver—a man—noticed Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan!" he called out hesitantly.
Turning around, Ye Xuan recognized him. "Song Siming?"
It was his old college classmate, Song Siming.
"Well, well, it really is you!"
Song Siming, who had always been jealous of Ye Xuan's looks, felt a surge of relief and superiority when he saw Ye Xuan delivering packages on a tricycle.
He got out of the car and struck up a conversation.
"How've you been lately?" Song Siming asked, pretending to be concerned.
"Delivering packages," Ye Xuan replied with a smile.
He wasn't deliberately downplaying his wealth—after all, even with a 90-million Pagani and 10 billion in his account, he was still technically a deliveryman.
Song Siming, however, was deliberately feigning poverty. "Yeah, times are tough. I've just been doing whatever job I can find. The pay's not great, and I'm living a pretty normal life. Thinking about how confident we were back in college... it's rough now."
As he spoke, he thumped his Honda for dramatic effect.
In recent years, the new trend at class reunions was reverse-bragging—pretending to be poor.
Straight-up flaunting wealth could make you a target of resentment, but feigned humility, paired with subtle displays of superiority, left a lasting impression without attracting criticism.
Song Siming was the poster child for this trend, oozing inner smugness while maintaining a friendly facade.
"Oh, by the way," Song Siming added, "we're having a college reunion in three days. You have to come! If you don't, the girls from our class won't come either, and without them, what's the point?"
"A reunion? Sure, sounds fun," Ye Xuan replied. He was curious to see his old classmates again.
Just then, Ye Xuan's phone rang.
"Well, I'll let you get back to work. See you in three days."
"See you then."
Song Siming got back into his Honda, and before driving off, he thumped his car again for good measure.
Ye Xuan chuckled softly.
Interesting.
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