Yan Xixi wasn’t about to let him leave this time. She tightly gripped him and shouted, "You’re not leaving until you make this clear! Who’s the pest who’s been playing these tricks on me all this time?" The young man was polite. "Miss, I truly don’t know. The delivery company assigned this high-value order. I’m just responsible for delivering it to your door." She thought for a moment. "If you’re delivering it, then leave it here." The young man got anxious. "That’s not acceptable. The sender only said to show it to you, not to leave it. Miss Yan, look at the remark on our delivery note..." Yan Xixi looked at the delivery note, and it was clear that it was only for her to "take a look" rather than to be given to her. Who would just give away such an expensive item? Moreover, to ensure its safety, it was accompanied by a security guard. There’s no reason to think it would be left behind. Thɪs chapter is updated by noⅴelfire.net "I don’t care. Tell your supervisor to tell the client that if they want this back, they should come in person." "That’s impossible. If I don’t take it back, it’ll be treated as a lost item. How could I possibly afford something so expensive? Please understand, Miss, we’re just workers. It’s not easy for us." Yan Xixi had no other options and couldn’t really give the delivery man a hard time. "However, Miss Yan, before I made the delivery, my supervisor gave me an instruction. He said if you insisted on asking, I should tell you it was sent by a gentleman. As for this gentleman’s name or identity, we don’t know." The young man carefully tucked away the ring box, as if fearing Yan Xixi would try to snatch it. Given how valuable the item was, his caution was understandable. Unable to stop him, Yan Xixi could do nothing but watch him leave. Back in her room, she closed the door. The sight of the large bouquet of blue roses infuriated her. It’s practically confirmed now. The ’wrong takeout delivery’ from the other day, this bouquet of blue roses, and tonight’s diamond ring—they’re all pranks from the same person. But which man could be this bored? She lay back down but couldn’t fall asleep. At this moment, her cell phone rang. It was a message: "Where to spend the romantic evening, Miss?" She replied irritably, "The only company you’ll find for your romantic ’flower-viewing and moon-gazing’ will be mosquitoes." "In the middle of winter? Where would mosquitoes come from? You mean rats, right?" She stopped responding. A while later, another message arrived: "I’m sick, feeling awful. Do you miss me?" Another strange number, with no context. Recalling how she’d been repeatedly tricked, an idea struck her. If they just answer, I’ll know who it is by their voice! She immediately dialed the number. However, all she got was a busy signal. When she tried calling again, the phone was switched off. As per company rules, she clocked in an hour late. Yan Xixi took the opportunity to meet Xu Xiaoya at the bank. She studied her bankbook carefully. When she saw the large sum of money, her eyes widened in shock. "Xixi, why don’t you use this money to buy a house?" A house—a dream she’d had for so many years. Having a house meant no more moving, no more drifting. This sum of money was enough to buy a decent house in the city, or even a small villa in the suburbs. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t tempted; she was even eager to claim it as her own—as if the money were truly hers. "It’s been almost half a year, and that Third Young Master hasn’t even asked about the shop or called once. Besides, the shop was opened in your name—you’re the legal representative and everything—so how can he try to claim it from you?"