After delivering the takeout, Sheng Xia didn’t forget to ask the customer for a five-star review before rushing off to pick up the next order.
This was a money-making idea she had suddenly come up with this morning. Sheng Xia felt her brain was sharp enough, and the method seemed pretty good.
She hurried on to the next delivery, too busy to pay attention to anyone else, naturally overlooking Gu Cheng’an and Jing Ci.
Upon hearing that Sheng Xia was delivering takeout, Gu Cheng’an was so angry he laughed. Back in the car with Jing Ci, he racked his brains but couldn’t understand this woman’s thought process.
He naturally didn’t believe Sheng Xia was genuinely working as a delivery person. Gu Cheng’an thought she was doing it on purpose—finding out his schedule, knowing he was at the construction site, deliberately pretending to deliver takeout, and intentionally acting indifferent toward him.
Was she trying to get him to take the initiative and show her favor?
Ha! Dream on!
With Sheng Xia’s usual temperament, he didn’t believe she could keep up the act.
By five in the afternoon at the latest, if she saw he wasn’t reacting, her phone call would surely come right on time.
It was Sheng Xia’s first day delivering takeout. There were plenty of orders, and it was quite interesting. She stayed busy until six in the afternoon when Su Qiao called: “Your Highness, where are you planning to celebrate your birthday dinner tonight?”
“The birthday dinner is canceled!”
“Huh? Why?”
“I’m busy making money,” Sheng Xia replied while driving.
“Making money? What kind of money?” Su Qiao was confused.
“Delivering takeout. Let me tell you, Qiaoqiao, from seven this morning until now, I’ve delivered fifty orders and made three hundred yuan.” Sheng Xia chuckled happily. “If I keep going until tonight and deliver twenty more orders, I can make four hundred yuan. Four hundred a day, twelve thousand a month…”
“Wait, are you driving… delivering takeout in your sports car?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
“How much have you spent on gas today?”
Sheng Xia paused. “I filled up with a thousand yuan worth of gas, and it’s almost gone now.”
“So you actually lost seven hundred?”
Sheng Xia was stumped. She had been delivering order after order, overjoyed, and completely forgot about the gas expenses. With Su Qiao’s reminder, Sheng Xia realized she had not only worked for nothing all day but also ended up seven hundred yuan in the red.
Instantly, all her energy drained away.
“Alright, I know you want to make money, and I know you’re working hard at it. But today is your birthday, so take a break for now. We can discuss money-making ideas later. For now, let’s talk about the birthday dinner. What did Gu Cheng’an say?”
“Nothing, no reaction,” Sheng Xia replied dejectedly.
“Fine, I figured as much. I booked a private room for you and prepared gifts. If Gu Cheng’an won’t celebrate your birthday, I will!”
Sheng Xia’s eyes grew warm, and she fought back tears. “I just accepted another order. I have to finish this one first.”
“Cancel it. We don’t need that little money. Besides, you’re losing money on this! Your car burns over twenty liters per kilometer, for heaven’s sake!”
“I have to honor the commitment. I already accepted it. I’ll stop after this one.”
Sheng Xia hung up and glanced at the delivery destination—fifty kilometers outside the city. This order included a two-hundred-yuan tip. When she saw it, she thought she’d hit the jackpot and snatched it up quickly, feeling quite proud of herself.
But now, after carefully calculating the gas cost—a round trip of a hundred kilometers with her sports car’s fuel consumption of over two hundred yuan—she realized she wouldn’t make a single cent.
Sheng Xia wanted to die! How could she be so stupid?
Time slipped past five o’clock. Gu Cheng’an glanced at his watch. There was still no movement from Sheng Xia’s side.Today, she’s holding out quite well. Let’s see who can outlast whom.
He instructed Jing Ci, “Don’t send the gifts and cake for the young madam over. We’ll talk about it when she calls.”
Jing Ci, obedient to Gu Cheng’an’s every word, naturally did not object. And so, they waited from five o’clock to six, then from six to seven, and from seven to eight.
There was no movement from Sheng Xia’s side at all. Instead, it was Gu Tingting who couldn’t sit still and called Gu Cheng’an: “Brother, did you not buy Sheng Xia a birthday gift today?”
“Who told you that?”
“Everyone in the group is talking about it. Last year, Sheng Xia posted the flowers and jewelry you gave her early in the morning. It’s already this late today, and there’s been no movement from her side. Did you not prepare anything? You forgot, right?”
Gu Cheng’an hung up on Gu Tingting without confirming or denying anything. It’s already eight o’clock, and she still hasn’t called. Is Sheng Xia not planning to celebrate her birthday banquet today?
He had originally intended to wait a little longer, but considering it was Sheng Xia’s birthday—though the woman was shallow and vulgar—birthdays were important. He decided to give her a way out.
Gu Cheng’an dialed Sheng Xia’s number. This was the first time he had actively called her, and one could imagine Sheng Xia’s delight.
But something unexpected happened for Gu Cheng’an: the call went through as unreachable.
Gu Cheng’an tried two more times in succession, but both were unreachable.
Gu Cheng’an pressed his lips together, impatiently calling for Jing Ci: “What is that woman up to? Send someone to check on her!”
Outside the city, Sheng Xia’s sports car had too low a chassis and had gotten stuck in the muddy roadside.
As if misfortunes never come singly, she cursed under her breath as she got out to take a look and called a towing company.
By the time Su Qiao arrived to pick up Sheng Xia, it was already past eight. Sheng Xia was squatting on the ground, drawing circles in the dirt with a small stick, muttering to herself.
Hearing the sound of a car, she looked up, tears actually welling in her eyes.
Su Qiao got out of the car and hugged her tightly, while Su Qiao’s second brother, Su Yanqi, also stepped out of the car.
He brought a large bouquet of red roses from the car and handed it to Sheng Xia: “For our princess!”
Sheng Xia took the flowers and said thank you, turning away to wipe her tears, still muttering: “I’m so stupid! Absolutely hopeless!”
At nine-thirty, Su Yanqi and Su Qiao took Sheng Xia to the Su family’s private club. The private room had long been decorated.
Balloons, flowers, and cake—nothing was missing.
Only Sheng Xia’s outfit looked odd; she hadn’t had time to take off her yellow vest.
Su Yanqi and Su Qiao flanked Sheng Xia, surrounding her in the middle. The black swan cake, flown in from afar, awaited Sheng Xia to cut it.
A smile finally appeared on Sheng Xia’s face. “Thank you, Second Brother! Thank you, Qiaoqiao! I’m so grateful to have you both!”
Singing the birthday song and blowing out the candles, she did it all in one go. Closing her eyes to make a wish, she said, “May I divorce Gu Cheng’an soon and get a huge alimony! Heaven bless me! Amitabha!”
Meanwhile, Su Yanqi’s assistant, Xu Zhou, took photos of them. Su Yanqi promptly posted on his social media: “May every year be as joyful as today!”
Sheng Xia’s phone was turned off. It was only after Jing Ci’s people located her car that they realized something had happened to her.
Jing Ci anxiously arranged for someone to pick up Sheng Xia. Gu Cheng’an, holding his phone with an impatient expression, suddenly came across Su Yanqi’s social media post. His expression darkened: “Don’t go!”
“But it’s the outskirts, and it’s so late. The young madam must be scared.””Heh!” Gu Cheng’an’s gaze fixed on Su Yanqi’s social media post, where Sheng Xia was pictured with her eyes closed, wearing a yellow vest, flanked on either side by Su Yanqi and Su Qiao.
It was one thing for Su Qiao to be that close to her—they were best friends, after all—but what the hell was Su Yanqi doing?
Didn’t he know Sheng Xia was a married woman, getting that close?