Being beautiful or handsome is, in itself, a form of privilege. This privilege is pervasive.

Just imagine the difference in effect when a stunning woman asks for directions on the street versus when an unattractive person does—the outcomes are worlds apart. For Fu Xinran, advances from men were routine.

In elementary school, many boys enjoyed teasing and playing tricks on her; in middle school, someone groped her on the bus, and even the male physical education teacher found excuses for inappropriate physical contact. As for direct confessions and secret love letters, those had been arriving without pause since her second year of middle school.

With such a rich history of experience, she instantly understood the petty schemes of the young man delivering the package. However, having encountered this situation countless times, she was long past being fazed.

She employed her usual strategy: maintaining an approachable demeanor while strictly keeping her distance. ...

SF Express is quite an impressive delivery company. Why it's impressive isn't necessary to elaborate on here, but suffice it to say that the handsome young man who helped deliver the mail into Fu Xinran's office earned over thirty thousand yuan a month.

Such a substantial income would draw envy from many, even in Jiangzhou City, the nation's financial and economic hub, and especially within the BD Commercial Building. How could a courier earn over thirty thousand a month?

This is tied to the company’s incentive structure. If a courier manages large accounts—say, a major e-commerce business sending out two or three hundred packages daily, or a factory regularly shipping heavy freight—the resulting commission is substantial.

Small, single deliveries are often break-even propositions; to truly earn money, one must secure high-volume, long-term clients. While delivery commissions are high, the work is scattered and time-consuming, making pickups inherently more profitable.

In fact, most couriers making serious money outsource the delivery tasks entirely, focusing solely on timely pickups from those few fixed major clients. There are indeed BMW-driving couriers in Jiangzhou, but they are exceptionally rare—and the young man assisting Fu Xinran with her boxes was one of them.

“Hehe, thank you so much,” Fu Xinran replied politely but gave no indication of offering the sweat-drenched handsome man a glass of water. It wasn't rudeness; rather, she recognized his attempt to flirt and chose not to facilitate his opportunity.

The handsome man placed the items in the corner, raised his arm to wipe his brow, and smiled brightly, “Please don’t mention it; it’s what I’m supposed to do.” Fu Xinran offered a polite smile, waiting for him to leave, while Wang Zhuo watched the spectacle from a distance that was neither too close nor too far. Couriers usually leave after dropping off goods; this fellow certainly had the nerve to call this his duty.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, do you happen to have a water dispenser here?” the handsome man scratched his head. “I’m absolutely parched.

Could I possibly trouble you for a drink?” Fu Xinran looked mildly surprised, said, “Please wait a moment,” and quickly returned from her desk with a bottle of purified water. “We don’t drink water from dispensers in the office; we usually drink this,” she explained as she handed the bottle to the courier.

“Thanks, thanks.” The handsome man accepted it without hesitation, easily twisting off the cap and taking a deep drink. His open collar revealed firm pectoral muscles, and the bottle was emptied in a flash, synchronized with the gurgle of his throat as he swallowed.

Wang Zhuo’s lips curved slightly. This guy certainly knew how to play the part; his manner of drinking water alone could qualify him for a purified water brand endorsement!

After finishing, the handsome man expressed repeated thanks. He casually surveyed the office scene, his gaze barely lingering on Wang Zhuo, who was fiddling with his phone in sportswear a short distance away, before launching his conversational strike.

“Beauty, what kind of company is this? Don't you send out many packages usually?” This sounded perfectly normal.

“Beauty” is the standard current address term, as other terms were no longer acceptable. Since he had delivered his items and had his drink, using business talk as an excuse to linger was an excellent maneuver.

As mentioned before, handsomeness grants a privilege. Had he been short and pockmarked, they would have waved him off immediately.

But chatting with a handsome man is always somewhat pleasant; using this pretense, he had never been rejected. “We don’t need to send packages often, only receive them occasionally,” Fu Xinran replied with a smile, sneaking a glance at Wang Zhuo, only to find her boss had shifted into spectator mode, leaving her feeling both amused and helpless.

“Oh, is that so…” The handsome man immediately adopted an expression of disappointment. However, anyone could see his chagrin wasn't about failing to secure business, but about losing an opportunity for further interaction with the beautiful woman.

Moreover, his expression of disappointment was perfectly timed and noticeably deliberate—a calculated scale between ambiguity and suggestion, which was also a subtle form of flattery toward Fu Xinran. Impressive!

Wang Zhuo was enlightened and simultaneously found it slightly comical. He didn't look down on couriers, but he couldn't quite grasp how this fellow, lacking wealth or visible prospects, dared to pursue the secretary of a major corporation.

The gap in status seemed too vast! “Oh, right!” The handsome man suddenly slapped his forehead and swiftly pulled a business card from his pocket, handing it to Fu Xinran with one hand: “This is my card.

My surname is Mei, given name Shi. I cover this entire district for the company.

If you ever need pickups or deliveries, call me directly—I guarantee immediate service!” Fu Xinran accepted it with one hand, glancing at it out of politeness, only to find the card listed the company name and his name, but no title. “Mei Shi?” Wang Zhuo walked over then, reaching out to take the card from the secretary’s hand, and said with a half-smile, “That name sounds a bit strange?” Mei Shi smiled faintly.

From the start, he hadn't considered Wang Zhuo a potential competitor. Judging by age, he pegged Wang Zhuo as an intern or a regular office worker.

Furthermore, Wang Zhuo was wearing an unremarkable tracksuit that day, possessed no obvious valuables, and his phone was a model that had already become commonplace. Thus, Mei Shi couldn't conceive of any subordinate relationship between Wang Zhuo and Fu Xinran.

“You noticed that, did you? My name is a homophone for ‘’ (no problem/it’s okay), implying peace and safety.” “Oh, I see,” Wang Zhuo nodded slowly.

Just then, with a sudden clatter, a set of keys fell out from Mei Shi’s trouser leg, the BMW emblem gleaming brightly on the polished marble floor. “Oops,” Mei Shi quickly bent down to pick them up, scratching his head with a wry smile.

“My pocket has a hole; I haven't had time to mend it yet.” Keep up the pretense! Wang Zhuo and Fu Xinran shared the exact same thought: the man was blatantly showing off his car keys.

That routine was ancient history! We should play along; this will be fun!

Wang Zhuo asked with feigned surprise, “Hey? Aren’t those keys for a BMW?” “Hehe,” Mei Shi nodded very modestly.

“It’s on mortgage; the loan won't be paid off until the end of the year.” Paid off by year-end… Indeed, the pinnacle of showing off is false humility. Wang Zhuo felt he had learned a new trick and nodded along with a smile.

Fu Xinran had known Wang Zhuo for a long time and understood perfectly that mischievous glint in his eye. Realizing this man was using his tired seduction techniques on her, she decided not to spare him any dignity.

She flashed a smile and deliberately asked, “That car of yours must be very expensive, right? I wonder what series it is?” “A standard spec X6,” Mei Shi weighed the key in his hand, forcing a dashing, self-deprecating smile.

“This car guzzles gas, and I also have a mortgage payment. I usually don’t dare drive it much.” There it is—now the house has been brought up too.

Wang Zhuo finally understood what low-key bragging meant. This man named Mei Shi was truly an artist!

By now, even Fu Xinran understood: Mei Shi was likely a kept man driving a BMW around to pick up women. If he wasn't independently wealthy, he must have a decent income to have the nerve to approach women in the BD Tower.

After all, this building housed elites from all fields; perhaps some inconspicuous young man sitting nearby was worth tens of millions. Without significant backing, he couldn't afford to play this game.

“Managing both a car and a house payment, your company must offer excellent benefits?” Wang Zhuo inquired. Mei Shi was exactly waiting for an opportunity to further display his standing; this question hit the bullseye.

He smiled faintly, “It’s decent, but paying the mortgage puts some pressure on me. If I’d known, I would have bought a unit under a hundred square meters.” Wang Zhuo nodded slightly.

Supporting a BMW 6 Series while juggling a mortgage for over a hundred square meters—Wang Zhuo conceded that Mei Shi was doing quite well. If he had achieved this through his own efforts, he could be considered a moderate success.

But at this point, Fu Xinran could take no more. Although she didn't own a car and her housing was provided by the company, her bank savings already exceeded a million yuan.

Furthermore, her employment contract explicitly stated she was entitled to both employee shares and founder shares of Wang Chao Wuliang. Even without factoring in future returns, the current valuation alone put her net worth close to twenty million!

Wang Zhuo was extremely generous to his core employees. And though Fu Xinran was constantly called "Secretary" by him, her work crossed industries with 'i'—and despite her diligent service by Wang Zhuo’s side, she was one of the four main pillars of Wang Chao Wuliang!

Mei Shi’s persistent posturing finally struck a nerve. Being admired and pursued by men was certainly a source of female pride, but being dismissed by this man was something she absolutely could not tolerate!

Ever since the Ji Guang pyramid scheme incident, she had become acutely sensitive to how others perceived her, placing immense importance on her public image—essentially, she was terrified of being looked down upon, treated as a mere decoration, the boss's plaything, or a beautiful but brainless woman. Mei Shi’s behavior was common enough, but it had touched her deepest vulnerability.

Does this lady look like someone who is easily fooled? she scoffed internally, her expression calm as she asked Wang Zhuo, “Can I leave a few minutes early?” “What for?” Wang Zhuo looked questioningly at the wall clock.

“The food delivery guys will be here in half an hour.” “Just going out for a short walk; I won’t be having lunch,” she offered an apologetic smile and headed toward her desk. Mei Shi was overjoyed, thinking he had finally found an opportunity for deeper contact with this celebrity-level beauty.

He followed Fu Xinran out happily, leaving Wang Zhuo alone in the empty office, clutching a half-finished coconut, torn between laughter and exasperation. He thought the young man named Mei was surely heading for a huge embarrassment today!

Too bad he wouldn't see the climax. He pouted regretfully, deciding he would interrogate his secretary thoroughly when she returned.

He glanced around the vacant office, then scrolled through the contacts on his phone, looking for someone to keep him company.