Zhang Xiaoyu replied to Ye Fan, “Oh. Send it to Scenic Hotel then.”
Her curt reply had Ye Fan shaking his head in disapproval.
Are all young ladies so arrogant these days?
He followed up that thought with a bitter smile.
After checking Scenic Hotel's address, he was surprised to realize it was on the same street as the Indian palace.
Well, I guess at least it's along the way.
Ye Fan decided to personally deliver the item to Zhang Xiaoyu.
On his way to Scenic Hotel, Noa called him and told him that she had arranged fora car to pick him up.
Ye Fan explained the situation, “I have some business to attend to, Noa. I've left Elysian Hall. Don't worry about me; I'll make my way over later.” “All right then. I'll wait for you at the palace, then? Oh right, how's your phone? Is it working well? I can get you another one if you're having difficulties with this model,” Noa offered with a smile.
“It's a great phone. Thanks, Noa.”
Ye Fan was impressed by Noa's attentiveness.
She had thought of buying him a phone the day before while they were out buying clothes.
Still, a phone was as good as a consumable to Ye Fan. He predicted he would throw it away in a few more days.
He soon arrived at the agreed-upon location. Half an hour passed, but there was no one to be seen.
Just as Ye Fan's patience was about to snap, a slender woman in a red gown strolled out of Scenic Hotel on a pair of stilettos, accompanied by a group of bodyguards.
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced around before calling someone on her phone.
Soon enough, Ye Fan received a call.
Zhang Xiaoyu shot him a glance from afar before waving a bodyguard over to meet Ye Fan.
When the bodyguard reached Ye Fan, he said brusquely, “You must be the delivery guy. Just give me the letter, and you can leave.”
His cold and rude attitude brought a frown to Ye Fan's face.
Naturally, Ye Fan did not spare the bodyguard any civilities as he retorted, “I won't do a half-hearted job of delivering this letter. Ask the recipient to get the letter herself. I won't give this to anyone else.”
“You!” The bodyguard's eyes widened in disbelief as he sputtered, “You look so frail that the wind could topple you, but you're gutsier than expected. Fine. Wait here.”
Noticing Ye Fan's obvious refusal to hand over the letter, the bodyguard had no choice but to report this to Zhang Xiaoyu.
A while later, the slender woman from earlier walked over and introduced herself.
“I'm Zhang Xiaoyu. You can give me the letter. I hope you're not lying to me, or I'll sue you for harassment and send you to jail!” She added that last threat
disgruntledly.
She wondered if Ye Fan was a pervert who came up with an excuse for delivering her grandfather's letter to approach her.
Ye Fan shook his head in response.
Are people these days truly so impolite? Ah, forget it. I'm giving her a free pass on account of her grandfather.
He gave her the letter and turned around to leave.
To his surprise, Zhang Xiaoyu's bodyguards stopped him from leaving.
They would only let him go after verifying the legitimacy of the letter.
In fact, the bodyguards acted as though they would pack Ye Fan off to the police station at any minute.
Zhang Xiaoyu opened the envelope and verified her grandfather's handwriting.
However, she knitted her brows after reading the letter.
Zhang Xiaoyu shot Ye Fan a wary stare and demanded, “Who are you? What's your job? Your background? How do you know my grandpa?”
Ye Fan replied half-heartedly, “I'm just an average Joe from a normal background.”
“Hmph. It looks like you have some sense of self-awareness. In that case, I'll cut to the chase. Grandpa wants the two of us to date, but I'm sure you realize we belong to different worlds. I would never date someone of your status. So, I hope you won't have any unrealistic expectations about my grandpa's wishes.”
With that, she slapped the letter on Ye Fan's chest.
Just then, an Aston Martin sports car drove toward them and pulled to a stop before Zhang Xiaoyu.
The car door opened and out walked a tuxedo-clad Duo Li.
He announced, “Xiaoyu, I'm here to send you to the banquet. Please get in!”
He politely gestured for Zhang Xiaoyu to get into the sports car.
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