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The customer for my food delivery lived on the first floor.
She opened the door and was taken aback when she saw me with Yikeng. "You... drive a Porsche for food delivery?"
"No, it's a side job," I replied.
She nodded, about to take the food, when Yikeng suddenly pressed down on my hand.
"I'm buying your time."
The lady paused for a moment and waved her hand. "Forget it, just go."
I rode away on my bike.
Yikeng drove behind me.
"Stop delivering, okay?"
"I can't. I haven't made enough money yet."
"How much do you want? I'll give it to you."
"Yikeng, I know you have money now, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
"I misspoke. What I meant is, I'm willing to buy your time for tonight."
I turned to look at him. The youthful innocence in his eyes had faded, replaced by a calm and steady demeanor.
He took out his phone and seemed to do something.
A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.
It was the delivery system automatically accepting his order.
"Is this okay?"
Yikeng brought me back to his house.
I stood at the door, reluctant to go inside. "What if Liang Qiuyao comes back and gets angry?"
"Does your hand still hurt?"
"...Yes."
"Then stop talking nonsense."
I looked around; there were no signs of a woman's presence in the room.
"Don't you and Liang Qiuyao... live together?"
"She’s afraid of being photographed by paparazzi; it wouldn’t look good."
Yikeng handed me a contract: "She and I are just business partners."
" Liang Qiuyao doesn't want to be taken advantage of, so she asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend while she helps me deal with those difficult clients."
I looked down at the contract: "Why are you showing me this?"
Yikeng was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "I don't want you to misunderstand."
He treated my wound and then took out a box of hand cream from the room.
It wasn't opened yet.
It was a brand I used to like very much.
He lowered his head, carefully applying the hand cream to me, his movements gentle as if I were a fragile porcelain doll.
"I asked your colleagues, and they said you are single."
"You lied to me."
"…"
"Why lie?"
"…"
"Show me a photo of you and your new boyfriend."
I shook my head. "I haven't taken any."
"Ding Pengpeng!"
He suddenly leaned in, trapping me in his embrace, creating a highly oppressive posture.
"I bought your time."
"...Okay."
"You said your time is very precious, right?"
"...Okay."
"Then spend it well with me."
"Yikeng," I gently pushed him away. "I'm already getting married."
He followed my movement, slowly releasing his grip, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
"But you're still wearing the gift I gave you."
He tugged at the necklace around my neck. "If you're really engaged, won't your fiancé be upset that you're wearing something from another man?"
“……”
10
Yikeng gave me my first gift, a necklace.
I received it on my 21st birthday.
At that time, he was just a broke kid, but to prepare a gift for me, he tirelessly worked as a delivery driver for an entire month.
Just to give me a surprise.
That night, my parents held a birthday party for me at a fancy restaurant. I didn't invite anyone else, just Yikeng.
But he never showed up.
It wasn't until 11:30 PM, when I was about to fall asleep, that I received his call.
"Come down, I'm waiting for you at the restaurant entrance."
I casually threw on a jacket and rushed downstairs.
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