Normally, Jing Jing would have all her online shopping delivered to the studio, where her team would receive them, and when the driver picked her up and brought her home from wherever she’d drifted, he’d deliver her purchases to her house as well. Now that she was living with Yu Tu and on vacation, and had gone on a certifiable shopping spree in her attempt to inject some colour and cheer into her boyfriend’s minimalistic apartment, it seemed rather excessive to turn her driver into a delivery man for her personal purchases. So she set the default delivery address on her Taobao app to Yu Tu’s apartment instead.
~*~
It was supposed to be a routine delivery, as Ah Feng knocked on the door of an unassuming looking apartment in one of the usual buildings on his usual delivery route.
“Delivery for Yu Xiao Q-“ the last syllable of the name died in his throat as Ah Feng took in the person who’d opened the door and was now standing in front of him. His eyes drifted to take in her casual clothes, hair in a hasty ponytail, lack of makeup and fluffy slippers.
The person before him just smiled serenely and held out her hand. What else could Ah Feng do, but silently hand her the package and electric signature pad to sign, which she did while he continued to stare at her in astonishment.
“Thanks,” she said, still smiling, before taking the package from him. Ah Feng continued to stare as she closed the door.
Left alone out in the hallway, still dazed and in disbelief, Ah Feng looked down at the signature on the device in his hand. Then, he pulled out his phone and quickly typed in an image search for “Qiao Jing Jing signature”.
Sure enough, the results that came up showed him a signature identical to the one on his delivery receipt.
How the hell did he just deliver a package to Qiao Jing Jing, and what was a famous actress like Qiao Jing Jing doing here, in this most random, normal-looking apartment in the world, all the way here in the outer ring?
(A week and another six deliveries to the same address later, signed for by the same person, Ah Feng was still none the wiser about any of these questions.)
You Are My Glory
Normally, Jing Jing would have all her online shopping delivered to the studio, where her team would receive them, and when the driver picked her up and brought her home from wherever she’d drifted, he’d deliver her purchases to her house as well. Now that she was living with Yu Tu and on vacation, and had gone on a certifiable shopping spree in her attempt to inject some colour and cheer into her boyfriend’s minimalistic apartment, it seemed rather excessive to turn her driver into a delivery man for her personal purchases. So she set the default delivery address on her Taobao app to Yu Tu’s apartment instead.
~*~
It was supposed to be a routine delivery, as Ah Feng knocked on the door of an unassuming looking apartment in one of the usual buildings on his usual delivery route.
“Delivery for Yu Xiao Q-“ the last syllable of the name died in his throat as Ah Feng took in the person who’d opened the door and was now standing in front of him. His eyes drifted to take in her casual clothes, hair in a hasty ponytail, lack of makeup and fluffy slippers.
The person before him just smiled serenely and held out her hand. What else could Ah Feng do, but silently hand her the package and electric signature pad to sign, which she did while he continued to stare at her in astonishment.
“Thanks,” she said, still smiling, before taking the package from him. Ah Feng continued to stare as she closed the door.
Left alone out in the hallway, still dazed and in disbelief, Ah Feng looked down at the signature on the device in his hand. Then, he pulled out his phone and quickly typed in an image search for “Qiao Jing Jing signature”.
Sure enough, the results that came up showed him a signature identical to the one on his delivery receipt.
How the hell did he just deliver a package to Qiao Jing Jing, and what was a famous actress like Qiao Jing Jing doing here, in this most random, normal-looking apartment in the world, all the way here in the outer ring?
(A week and another six deliveries to the same address later, signed for by the same person, Ah Feng was still none the wiser about any of these questions.)