The woman outside the elevator noticed there was a man inside and seemed momentarily stunned. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly as her gaze swiftly swept over Jiang Ye's face, then landed on his delivery rider uniform, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
She said nothing, 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 took only a few seconds.
Jiang Ye watched as the elevator doors slowly closed, glanced down at the photo he had just snapped on his phone, and then instinctively looked at his right hand, roughened from gripping the handlebars for half a year...
Both men, yet someone else's girlfriend is so curvy and voluptuous...
As for mine...
Sigh, better not mention it.
Just then, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up casually, habitually saying, "Hello?"
On the other end, a light, slightly questioning cold snort came through.
Immediately, the elevator doors that were about to close suddenly dinged and paused, then slowly slid open again.
Jiang Ye was taken aback, saying, "Hello? Can you hear me?" as he leaned out to look, but saw no one.
"What the hell..."
He muttered, raising his hand to press the close button, "Hello? I might have a bad signal, I'll..."
Before he could finish, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached in from outside, stopping the closing elevator doors!
"Didn't I tell you to leave it in the elevator? Why did you come up?"
A cool female voice sounded beside him.
Jiang Ye froze, his whole body stiffening as he slowly turned his head toward the voice.
The woman who had just taken the cosmetics stood quietly outside the elevator, her body slightly leaning forward, one hand blocking the door, her clear almond eyes staring unblinkingly at him.
Damn!
Why did she come back?!
This scene, akin to a horror movie, startled Jiang Ye into taking a step back, his back pressing against the elevator cabin.
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 you follow up?"
Jiang Ye's brain worked quickly, finding an excuse:
"Uh... I was worried it wouldn't be safe in the elevator, so I came up to check, to make sure you got it before I left."
As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily glanced downward again.
He couldn't help it; it was just too eye-catching.
The woman clearly noticed his subtle eye movement, snorted lightly, didn't dwell on it, but directly extended her hand, palm open:
"Hand over your phone, let me see."
Jiang Ye was stunned: "What?"
"Phone!"
The woman extended her hand further, her tone firm: "Did you secretly take a picture of me? Hand over your phone, I want to check!"
"Check my phone?"
Jiang Ye glanced at the long list of little movies in his WeChat File Helper, decisively shook his head: "No way! Who are you? The FBI? Why should you check my phone? It's personal privacy!"
Seeing his non-cooperation, the woman bit her lip, withdrew her hand, and said coldly: "Not handing it over, huh? Fine. You followed a customer upstairs, acting suspiciously, doing weird things secretly! I'll report you!"
Hearing "report," Jiang Ye actually felt relieved.
A couple of months ago, he might have panicked, worried about affecting his delivery stats and getting nagged by the Station Master.
But today?
He's "ascending the throne" tomorrow! Who cares about this?
"Report me? Just because I didn't leave it in the elevator as you said, but responsibly came up to confirm receipt? Or because I won't let you check my phone? Go ahead, report! Whatever!"
Jiang Ye rolled his eyes, wagging his index finger: "And! Young Lady, the term is 'follow,' not 'tail,' maybe play fewer of those lewd games."
"You!"
The woman, hands on her hips, looked him up and down, seemingly trying to find a flaw in his expression, but Jiang Ye maintained a "righteous and upright" demeanor.
She really had no substantial evidence, and forcibly checking someone else's phone was unrealistic, she couldn't just snatch it.
In the end, she could only angrily point at Jiang Ye, leaving with a "Just you wait!" before turning and leaving again.
This time, the elevator doors finally closed smoothly and began descending.
Stepping out of the main entrance of Building B of Wanda Apartments, the cold wind hit, instantly refreshing Jiang Ye.
As he headed towards his electric scooter, the WeChat voice call notification sounded.
Picking up his phone, it was indeed the guy who had asked him for "help" earlier.
"Hello? Buddy! What's going on?"
The voice on the other end was a bit displeased: "She just sent me a WeChat saying some ugly, sleazy delivery rider was fantasizing about her. What the hell did you do to her? Do you want me to report you?!"
Jiang Ye: "..."
He clicked his tongue, a bit puzzled.
I mean, with a woman like that, with such a... prominent figure, why be shy about showing her face?
With those conditions, just posting a few photos would have suitors lining up, right? Why play mysterious online?
Hmm...
Probably doesn't take this buddy seriously at all, using him as an ATM, afraid of being pestered if she shows her face or being recognized by people she knows in real life, hence refusing to video call.
Maybe she already has a boyfriend in real life, or even... more than one.
This buddy is just a pure fool.
Jiang Ye looked at the 100 yuan red envelope in WeChat, thought about it, and felt that since he took the money, he should help this buddy cut off this thought, to prevent him from getting deeper and ending up with nothing.
What good can come from online dating? Especially such an unequal one.
Hmm!
It's definitely not because of this buddy's attitude! And it has nothing to do with that broad calling me ugly and sleazy!
Jiang Ye sighed heavily, using a slightly fearful and helpless tone, he briefly recounted what had just happened, emphasizing how clever he was, how he withstood the pressure:
"...Buddy, I withstood the immense pressure of being reported, and I didn't give you away, but I really didn't dare take a photo."
The guy on the other end was silent for a while, seemingly digesting this news: "Then... what does she look like? Is she pretty?"
"Buddy, do you want to hear the truth..."
"Uh..."
"You know Northeast Xiaoyu, right? They look about the same, it's a tie."
"......"
The other end went silent again, breathing noticeably heavier, clearly gritting his teeth: "Then... what about her figure?"
Jiang Ye thought "Damn" to himself, this buddy...
Already "Northeast Xiaoyu" and still asking about the figure? Is it true love or just not picky?
"Her figure... cough, I'll be honest with you, her back is flatter than mine, her front isn't as big as mine, her waist-to-hip ratio is 1:1, and those big feet are at least size 46, buddy you..."
Before he could finish, there was a sound of teeth grinding on the other end, and faintly, the sound of a fist hitting a table:
"Damn it! Fuck! No wonder! No wonder she only does voice chat rooms! Never turns on video! Scammer! They're all scammers!"
Voice chat room?
What's that?
Jiang Ye was momentarily stunned, it seemed like a new term.
Before he could think further, the other end had already angrily said, "Forget it! That's it!" and hung up.
Jiang Ye scratched his head, not taking it to heart, got on his beat-up electric scooter, twisted the throttle, and headed straight for Wanda Plaza, starting his lazy day.