A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

The woman outside the elevator seemed to be taken aback when she saw that there was a man inside. Then her slender eyebrows furrowed, her gaze quickly sweeping over Jiang Ye's face before landing on his rider uniform, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

She didn't say anything, but quickly lowered her head, bent down to pick up the Watsons bag placed at the elevator entrance, and turned to leave decisively.

The whole process only takes a few seconds.

Jiang Ye watched the elevator doors slowly close, glanced down at the photo he had just taken on his phone, and then subconsciously looked at his right hand, which was rough from holding the handlebars for half a year...

We're both men, but other guys' girlfriends are so voluptuous, with amazing curves...

Ours...

Sigh, let's not talk about it.

Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up casually and habitually said, "Hey?"

On the other end of the phone came a soft, slightly questioning snort.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator doors, which were about to close completely, suddenly made a "ding" sound, paused for a moment, and then slowly slid open to both sides.

Jiang Ye was taken aback. He asked, "Hey? Can you hear me?" while peeking outside, but he didn't see anyone.

"What the hell...?"

He muttered as he reached out and pressed the close button: "Feed? My signal might be bad, in a bit..."

Before the words were finished, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached in from the outside and blocked the elevator door from closing!

"Didn't I tell you to put it in the elevator? Why did you come up?"

A cool, clear female voice rang in my ears.

Jiang Ye paused, frozen in place, and slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The woman who had just taken the cosmetics was standing quietly outside the elevator, leaning slightly forward, one hand blocking the door, her clear almond-shaped eyes staring intently at him.

What the hell!

Why did she come back?!

This scene, reminiscent of a horror movie, startled Jiang Ye so much that he took a step back, his back pressing against the elevator car.

Seeing his guilty look, the woman raised an eyebrow:

"I'm asking you. Didn't I tell you to leave it in the elevator? Why did it follow me up?"

Jiang Ye's mind raced, and he quickly came up with an excuse:

"Ah... I was worried it wouldn't be safe to leave the things in the elevator, so I came up to check and make sure you got them before I went down."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced down again.

It's really not his fault, it's just that... he was too conspicuous.

The woman clearly noticed his subtle shift in gaze, gave a soft snort, and didn't dwell on it. Instead, she simply extended her hand, palm open:

"Take out your phone, let me see it."

Jiang Ye was taken aback: "What?"

"cell phone!"

The woman pushed her hand forward again, her tone firm: "Did you take pictures of me without my permission? Give me your phone, I want to check!"

"Check your phone?"

Jiang Ye glanced at the long list of short videos in WeChat File Assistant and decisively shook his head: "Impossible! Who are you? The FBI? What right do you have to check my phone? This is personal privacy!"

Seeing his lack of cooperation, the woman bit her lower lip, withdrew her hand, and said coldly, "You won't take it out, huh? Fine. You followed customers upstairs, your behavior was suspicious, and you were secretly doing strange things! I'm filing a complaint against you!"

Upon hearing the word "complaint," Jiang Ye felt a sense of relief.

If it were two months ago, he might have panicked a bit, after all, it would affect his order data and he would be nagged by the station manager.

But today?

He'll be "ascended the throne" tomorrow! Who cares about that now?

"Complain? Just because I didn't just throw the package in the elevator and leave as you said, but instead responsibly followed up to confirm receipt? Or because I wouldn't let you check my phone? Go ahead and complain! Whatever!"

Jiang Ye rolled his eyes and wagged his index finger: "And another thing! Miss, that word is 'tailing,' not 'following.' You should probably stop playing those lewd games."

"you!"

The woman stood with her hands on her hips, looking him up and down several times, seemingly trying to find a flaw in his face, but Jiang Ye tried his best to maintain an expression of "I'm upright and honest".

She didn't really have any substantial evidence, and it wasn't realistic to forcibly check someone else's phone; she couldn't very well just rob it.

Finally, he could only angrily point at Jiang Ye, say, "You wait!", and turn to leave again.

The elevator doors finally closed smoothly this time and began to descend.

Stepping out of the gate of Building B of Wanda Apartments, a gust of cold wind blew, and Jiang Ye immediately felt much more energetic.

He had just walked towards his electric scooter when the notification sound of a WeChat voice call rang.

When I picked up my phone, it was indeed the man who had asked me for "help" before.

"Feed? Dude! What's going on?"

The other end sounded a bit annoyed: "She just texted me saying some ugly and creepy delivery guy is fantasizing about her. What the hell did you do to her? I'll report you, you believe me?!"

Jiang Ye: "..."

He clicked his tongue, feeling a little confused.

That woman is already so beautiful, and her figure is so... outstanding, what's there to be embarrassed about showing her face?

With those qualities, she could just post a few photos and have a long line of suitors. Why would she need to play mysterious online?

Um......

It's likely that he didn't take this guy seriously at all, treating him like an ATM. He was afraid of being harassed or discovered by people he knew in real life if he showed his face, which is why he refused to video chat.

She might already have a boyfriend in real life, or even... more than one.

This guy is a complete traitor.

Jiang Ye glanced at the 100 yuan red envelope in WeChat, thought for a moment, and decided that since he was being paid to do a good job, he should help this guy put an end to his thoughts, lest he get deeper and deeper into trouble and end up losing both money and his friend.

What good can online dating possibly have? Especially when it's unequal.

Ah!

It's definitely not because of this guy's attitude! And it has absolutely nothing to do with that woman saying I'm ugly and sleazy!

Jiang Ye sighed heavily, and in a tone tinged with lingering fear and helplessness, briefly recounted what had just happened, emphasizing how resourceful he had been and how he had withstood the pressure:

"...Brother, I withstood the immense pressure of being complained about and refused to expose you no matter what, but I really didn't dare to take any photos."

The man opposite him was silent for a moment, seemingly processing the information: "So... what does she look like? Is she pretty?"

"Brother, do you want to hear the truth...?"

"Well......"

"You know Northeast Xiaoyu, right? The two look about the same, it's a tie."

"..."

There was silence on the other end again, but the breathing became noticeably heavier, and the back teeth were clenched: "Then... what about her figure?"

Jiang Ye thought to himself, "Holy crap, this guy..."

Even in this "Northeast drizzle," you're still asking about body shape? Is it true love or just that you're not picky at all?

"Body shape... cough, to be honest with you, your back is flatter than mine, your front isn't as big as mine, your waist-to-hip ratio is 1:1, and those big feet are at least size 46, bro..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sound of clenched teeth came from the other side, and the faint sound of fists pounding on the table could be heard:

"Damn it! No wonder! No wonder they run voice chat rooms! They never turn on video! Liars! They're all liars!"

Voice chat room?

What is that?

Jiang Ye was taken aback; this seemed to be a new term.

Before he could think it through, the other end angrily said, "Fine! That's it!" and hung up the phone.

Jiang Ye scratched his head, not taking it too seriously. He got on his old electric scooter, turned on the throttle, and headed straight for the nearby Wanda Plaza to start his day of slacking off.