A washed-up celebrity on a dating reality show starts by forcibly kissing a young lady from the Beij

Yang Fan couldn't help but ask sourly, "How many orders did you get?"

Chen Feng rested one hand on the car window sill and said casually, "This is the third order, the second one."

Yang Fan, unconvinced, asked again, "Haven't you received any customer complaints?"

Chen Feng chuckled: "Not only did I not receive any, but the first customer even gave me a red envelope."

Yang Fan frowned. "How much in red envelope did I give you?"

Chen Feng said, "Two hundred."

Yang Fan blurted out, "Impossible!"

Chen Feng took his phone off the stand, tapped a few times, and turned the screen towards Yang Fan.

The screen displays the Didi order page, clearly showing "Tip: 200 yuan".

The amount, time, and order number are all clearly stated.

Yang Fan stared at that number for several seconds, his eyes practically glued to the screen.

"Why would he give you so many red envelopes?"

Chen Feng took the phone back.

"Since you insist on asking, I'll tell you! I'll catch him cheating."

Yang Fan was taken aback: "Catching someone cheating? Aren't you a Didi driver? What are you doing elsewhere?"

It was as if he had suddenly found something to hold against him.

"That's breaking the rules!"

Chen Feng chuckled.

"Whether the game rules were violated or not is up to the production team to decide."

He put the SIM card back in the holder and casually added a comment before shifting gears.

"Speaking of which, your reaction suggests you've been complained about by a customer, hasn't it?"

Yang Fan fell silent.

His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, but in the end he said nothing.

Chen Feng smiled and rolled up the car window.

The car smoothly drove out the moment the green light turned on, merged into the traffic, crossed the intersection, and quickly disappeared into the next bend.

Wu Yurong and Yang Fan's electric bikes were still parked in front of the zebra crossing. The shadow of the white car in the rearview mirror grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight after turning the corner.

Yang Fan sat in the back seat, his complexion even worse than before.

He recalled that he had just climbed seven floors, been scolded by customers, and received complaints for exceeding the time limit.

Where is Chen Feng? He's enjoying the air conditioning and listening to music, with Jiang Jingyan in the passenger seat. A customer even gave him a 200 yuan tip.

On what grounds?

The electric car started, and Yang Fan sat in the back seat, silent.

He just couldn't understand how a ride-hailing driver could take on a job catching adulterers.

at the same time.

The two middle-aged and elderly people in the back seat of the Didi car started talking.

The old lady and old man in the back seat were still chatting.

The old lady leaned back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, exuding an arrogant air.

"Let me make this clear beforehand: if you marry me, I will not have a dowry, and I will ask for a million in betrothal gifts."

"Give my son another million; he needs the money to get married."

The old man sat down next to her and slapped his thigh: "Alright, alright! I'll give you as much as you want! What can I do when I'm rich?"

Chen Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

He glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The old lady was in her early sixties, and her hair was permed into small curls.

The old man had gray hair and wore a clean plaid shirt. When he spoke, he looked at the old woman with the same intensity in his eyes as a bull looking at a cow.

"You have to sell your house; it's your premarital property," the old woman continued. "You should buy a new one and put my name on it."

The old man nodded without hesitation: "Okay!"

[Isn't the old lady trying to get something for nothing? That's outrageous!]

This isn't about finding an old man, it's about finding a treacherous child! Old man, don't fall for it!

[A million-yuan bride price, a million-yuan wedding gift for the son, and adding the son's name to the house deed—this isn't a wedding, it's a land expropriation settlement.]

Jiang Jingyan frowned slightly.

The old lady's tone became even more certain.

"I won't live with your daughter, nor will I help take care of her children."

She glanced at the old man.

"But you'll have to take care of my grandchildren in the future."

The old man nodded again: "Okay!"

Jiang Jingyan frowned even more, turned to look out the window, and focused her gaze on the roadside trees that were flying past.

The old lady added, "There's one more thing. Your salary card has to be kept with me. I'll give you 100 yuan a month for spending money, and the remaining 9,900 yuan is mine."

The old man nodded repeatedly: "Okay, you can have all nine thousand nine hundred. I don't need the money."

Is this what love is like in middle and old age? How terrifying!

Why is this old man so foolish? Could he have dementia? Something feels off; he doesn't seem like a fool at all!

[His willingness to agree to all the conditions so readily seems abnormal. Is this old man truly foolish, or does he have ulterior motives?]

Chen Feng glanced at the old man in the rearview mirror again. The old man agreed too readily, each condition more outrageous than the last, and he didn't haggle over a single one, as if he were buying cabbage on the street, every word he said was "okay".

Looking at the old man's cloudy eyes and his slight nodding posture, he felt that the old man was not a fool.

The old lady beamed and said in a lighthearted tone, "And also, you have to buy me a big gold bracelet. Buy it now."

The old man looked at her and said, "Okay, there's a gold shop in the mall ahead."

The old lady sat up straight.

"After we buy the gold bracelet, we'll all go home."

The old man nodded again: "Alright, now that you've bought the gold bracelet, let's all go home."

Oh dear, I thought the next step after buying the gold bracelet was to go to a hotel! This old lady just wants the money!

[Was this old lady a gold digger when she was young? Now she's trying to get something for nothing.]

The old lady lowered her head and began scrolling through the gold shop prices on her phone, muttering, "What's the price of gold now? Is fifty grams enough?"

The old man leaned back in his chair, looked out the window, and smiled.

Chen Feng caught a glimpse of the old man's slight smile in the rearview mirror, and a thought crossed his mind.

He slowed down a little and asked casually, "Sir, what do you do for a living?"

The old man turned his head, glanced at him, and said in a flat tone, "Retired. He used to be a senior executive."

Chen Feng didn't say anything more.

A person who can rise to a senior management position and sit in that position is unlikely to be a major traitor.

Can't he see through the old lady's little scheme?

Did they figure it out, or were they doing it willingly?

Because of love?

Old Deng is over sixty, and his love life is still like this?

"Let's stop at the gold shop up ahead," the old man said.

The old lady nodded: "Yes."

Chen Feng pulled the car over to the side of the road.

The old man scanned the code to pay, got out of the car while holding onto the door, and then turned around to open the door for the old woman.

The two walked side by side toward the jewelry store.

Jiang Jingyan watched the two figures walk through the glass door of the jewelry store.

"Something's not right," she said. "I feel like there's something wrong here."

Chen Feng nodded: "Yes! But is it a scam or just a case of mutual consent?"

"If it's a scam, the old lady isn't entirely innocent, since she was greedy first."

Jiang Jingyan nodded: "Yes."

Chen Feng said, "If this is a pig butchering scam, then it'll be interesting."