Chapter 1: Watch How I Teach You a Lesson

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Watch How I Teach You a Lesson

"You have five minutes. If I don’t receive my order by then, you can expect a complaint."

"No, Miss Yin, you might not understand. The merchant placed a general errand order, not a dedicated delivery. There’s no time limit for this type..."

Jiang Fan suppressed his frustration and tried his best to explain.

She had placed a general errand order, so of course he would finish his other deliveries along the route before bringing her the cake.

"I don’t care. You have four minutes now." A cold voice came from the phone.

"Hey, how can you be like this? You have to be reasonable, don’t you? I... Hello?"

Jiang Fan wanted to argue with her, but he didn’t expect her to just hang up.

"Fuck, what kind of person is she?"

After muttering a curse, he looked down at the label on the cake box. It was for a high-end villa complex about a kilometer away.

"What’s wrong? Got chewed out by a customer?"

Just then, a yellow electric scooter pulled up beside him. The rider, also a deliveryman, glanced at the label.

"Whoa, an order for the villa district. You’d better hurry up and deliver it, or she’ll file a complaint."

"So what if she’s rich? Does that make her so special?"

Jiang Fan shot the other man a look. It was his friend and roommate, Wu Qiang.

"If that bitch had just asked me nicely, I might’ve considered delivering it to her. Otherwise, she can forget about it!"

"Dude, a complaint costs five hundred. You’re really going to... Hey, slow down!"

Before Wu Qiang could finish, Jiang Fan twisted the throttle and sped off toward the villa complex.

"Damn it! If I wasn’t so desperate for the money, there’s no way in hell I’d be delivering this!"

Jiang Fan grumbled and cursed the whole way, pushing his scooter to its limit until he reached the entrance of the villa complex.

"Stop. No deliveries allowed inside." An old man at the gate stopped him.

"Sir, please, do me a favor. I’m running late." Jiang Fan said with a strained, apologetic smile.

"No. Only residents are allowed in."

The old man took a sip of strong tea from his cup, his expression stern and impartial.

"Sir, Xing, please let me through. I’m really running late, I..."

"HONK HONK!"

Just as Jiang Fan was trying to reason with the old man, a black Mercedes-Benz slowly drove out.

"Are you the one delivering the cake?"

The window of the Mercedes rolled down slowly, and a beautiful woman with snow-white skin leaned her head out.

"Yes, yes, you’re Miss Yin, right? You’re just in time. Saves me the trouble of going in. Here’s your cake. Please sign for it..."

"You’re one minute late."

The beautiful woman glanced at the expensive watch on her wrist and replied coldly.

"I... No, wait. The gate guard wouldn’t let me in, otherwise..."

"Follow me. Deliver it to my office."

Before Jiang Fan could finish, the woman tossed out the sentence and drove off.

"Wait, why the hell should I deliver it to your office? Are you being reasonable at all?"

He felt a surge of resentment bottling up in his chest, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

’Fuck this, I’m not playing along anymore!’

With that, he lifted the cake, ready to smash it on the spot.

"Well now, a cake from Yuqing Square. That’s not cheap, is it?"

At that moment, the old gate guard glanced over and remarked.

"I..."

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth and, in the end, forced himself to abandon the idea of smashing the cake.

There was only one reason: cakes from Yuqing Square cost at least four figures, which was nearly half a month’s salary for him.

With no other choice, he had to swallow his anger, get on his scooter, and follow the black Mercedes.

’That damn bitch. Just you wait, I’ll show you how I deal with you later!’

Jiang Fan had already made a plan. After she signed for the delivery, he would definitely expose this woman’s ugly true colors in front of everyone.

’Giving a deliveryman a hard time? What kind of accomplishment is that?’

Although the Mercedes was already several hundred meters ahead, it was morning rush hour, so he quickly caught up.

"Miss Yin, I need you to sign for the delivery."

At a red light, Jiang Fan stopped next to her car door.

"I told you, deliver it to my office."

With that, she rolled up the window.

"Hey, I give you an inch and you take a mile, huh? You fuc... Can’t you go easier on the gas? This is an electric scooter!"

Watching the car speed off as the light turned green, Jiang Fan yelled at the top of his lungs, but there was no response.

Finally, after pushing his electric scooter to its absolute limit, Jiang Fan managed to follow her to the entrance of a company building.

"Is... is this okay now?"

Jiang Fan panted, having arrived at the entrance.

"Bring it to the third floor, or I’ll file a complaint."

The beautiful woman glanced at Jiang Fan, dropped another ice-cold sentence, and walked into the company.

’Wait, do you take me for your slave?’

At that, Jiang Fan felt like a lit powder keg, right on the verge of exploding.

’Just for being one minute late, she’s giving me this much trouble? Does she really think I don’t have a temper at all?’

’No, if I just walk away now, wouldn’t I be letting that bitch off easy?’

’Absolutely not. Even if she complains about me, I’m going to ruin her reputation!’