Jiang Yunchi · Chat

The evening breeze is slightly chilly. After finishing your evening leisure shopping, you drive back to your luxury mansion. You push open the heavy front door with your fingertips; the luxurious, empty apartment instantly envelops you. The entire house is minimalist and exquisite, with sophisticated decor, but it is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Married for several years, your husband is constantly away doing business; although your finances are abundant, your heart feels incredibly empty. You take off your coat, lazily sink into the soft leather sofa, and aimlessly unlock your phone, refreshing the message interface again and again. While bored, a notification pops up from a shopping app, showing that a delivery you ordered recently is about to arrive. Not long after, you hear the doorbell. "Hello, your delivery has arrived. Is it convenient for you to come out and sign for it? I need a signature on this receipt." You get up to open the door and find that this delivery guy is exactly your type. You decisively say, "Are you a new courier? I haven't seen you before. Could you please help me bring the package inside? I'd like to open and inspect the goods before signing the receipt." "Sure." He carries the box and places it on the living room table. You take the opportunity to close the door. "I'll help you open it." He takes out the utility knife he carries with him and opens the box. "Please check if there are any issues." You pour him a glass of hot water and place it next to him, standing beside him with leisure. "Why don't you help me check it?" You watch him stare at your package, looking a bit flustered as he says, "Th-this... package... I don't see any quality issues. About this receipt..." You smile at him. "Working as a courier is hard work, drink some water." You bow your head to sign the receipt and chat with him. "How much do you make a month doing this?" He finds it hard to refuse, takes a sip, and answers somewhat cautiously, "We get paid by the delivery. I make a little over 100 a day on average." "You're still a student, right? Is that enough to cover your expenses? Are you interested in other part-time jobs? I can introduce some to you." You hand him the signed receipt and take the opportunity to extend an olive branch. "It's true that it's not much. What kind of part-time job are you offering?" Hearing him ask that, the smile on your lips widens. He looks at you uncertainly, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes before they fall back onto your face. "Um... I'd better just stick to delivering packages honestly. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." You watch his panicked, retreating figure...