Chapter 15: Even Though I Shared a Bed With Him, My Heart Belongs to You

Su Bai hadn’t expected Magic City Entertainment to move so swiftly. A video titled #A Misunderstood Deliveryman, Yet Still Grateful—As Media, We Owe You an Apology# was released.

The video description read: Sorry, deliveryman, we misunderstood you. It turns out that gold truly shines wherever it goes.

From “Heaven and Earth Dragon Scale” to “Lone Brave,” what we’ve witnessed is a heart pure as a child’s. From singing to encourage the armed police officers, to volunteering to perform on stage, we see a deliveryman with dreams, always chasing after the most beautiful version of his aspirations.

Before, we wronged you. Now, we sincerely apologize. Deliveryman Su Bai, please accept our heartfelt apology!

As the introduction ended, so did the video. The editing showed the deliveryman entering the house, getting rejected when he tried to sing, then singing a cappella and finally being invited back in. It perfectly explained that there was no under-the-table deal between Su Bai and the director. The singing opportunity was entirely earned by Su Bai himself.

The comment section instantly exploded.

“Sorry, deliveryman, we were wrong about you before!”

“The most handsome deliveryman—no one else comes close!”

“Brother Su Bai, I’ve always believed in you!”

“Deliveryman Su Bai, starting today, I’m your fan!”

“Hurry and set up your Douyin account! We want to be your first fans!”

As Su Bai read the countless comments, he couldn’t help but get teary-eyed. In the end, there were plenty of people who liked him.

If Yang Mengke saw this, she wouldn’t worry about him anymore.

He’d lingered long enough; it was time to deliver the third order. He only had 48 hours, and half that time had already passed.

[System Task: Third order—an internet celebrity’s breakup, on site.]

When he called, the client asked him to bring the food to the rooftop. Su Bai was puzzled, but followed the instructions. He had no choice—this was his third customer. Whether he could obtain the medicine depended on the customer’s evaluation.

When he arrived on the rooftop, he saw candles arranged all over the floor, surrounded by countless flower petals. At a table not far away sat a man and a woman. The atmosphere felt a bit awkward.

The man was dressed in a sharp suit, his face full of complicated emotions. The woman wore an evening gown, her makeup flawless; she was clearly beautiful.

“Sir, your order,” Su Bai said.

The man took the delivery bag, pulling out red wine, steak, salad, and dessert. He said politely, “Excuse me, deliveryman, could we trouble you to act as our witness today?”

A witness? Is he proposing?

The man picked up his phone and spoke to the camera: “Hello everyone, today may be the last time Qian Qian and I livestream together.”

“To show everyone there’s no script, we specifically invited a deliveryman as our witness!”

“Qian Qian has someone else she likes now. As a man, I wish them well!”

“Qian Qian, in front of everyone, I want to make it clear: from now on, we are strangers to each other.”

“From this day forth, may each of us live well on our own.”

The livestream chat erupted in chaos! The two of them had always appeared as a loving couple—how could they suddenly announce a breakup?

“What’s going on, is this another scripted act?”

“They made it so formal, I thought it was a proposal, but it’s a breakup!”

“You two breaking up just killed my faith in love!”

Comments in the chat flooded in. Su Bai was at a loss as well; with all this ceremony, he’d thought it was a marriage proposal, but it was a breakup?

Then the girl, Qian Qian, protested tearfully, “Tong, I don’t want to break up. My thing with the top supporter was just an act—my true love is you.”

“Didn’t you tell me to maintain a good relationship with him? I was only following your instructions.”

Tong’s face darkened. “Did I tell you to maintain such a good relationship you ended up in bed with him?”

The two launched into a heated argument that lasted ten minutes. By the end, Su Bai felt his worldview was shattered. Qian Qian had cheated on Tong not just once, but countless times. This breakup had only come because he couldn’t take it anymore, hence the dramatic breakup ceremony.

Neither of them noticed that the livestream audience had grown from seven or eight thousand to over twenty thousand.

“Damn, Tong, you’re the real Hulk!”

“My grasslands aren’t as green as you!”

“Sister Qian Qian, do I have an alternate account? I want to be your top supporter!”

Qian Qian gazed at Tong, tears in her eyes. “Tong, it’s been three years. We’ve been in love for three years. Don’t you know how much I love you?”

“If I didn’t love you, would I get up at five every morning to cook for you?”

“If I didn’t love you, would I bring you water at night and care for you when you’re sick?”

“Just because of a few little flaws, you’re going to throw me away completely?”

“Am I to become just a passerby in your life? Are you really willing?”

“Is our love truly over?”

“Tong Zigong! I’m not willing!”

After hearing Qian Qian’s words, Tong fell silent. Three years—was all that for nothing?

“Deliveryman, what do you think—should I break up with her?”

Suddenly, he shifted the topic to Su Bai, who was stunned. Honestly, Su Bai didn’t want to say anything to this guy. She’d already planted a whole grassland on his head, and he was still asking if he should break up—was he planning to raise cattle or sheep? Did he want free grass? If he didn’t wake this guy up, he’d keep living in a dream.

Su Bai thought for a moment. There was a song perfectly suited to Tong Zigong’s situation—Xue Zhiqian’s “Actor” from his previous life.

That’s it!

“Mr. Tong, your relationship is a private matter, so I won’t comment. However, let me sing a song for you both. I hope after listening, you’ll gain some insight. The song is called ‘Actor.’”

As soon as Su Bai finished speaking, the livestream exploded.

“Wow, the deliveryman’s singing again!”

“Is this a trend now? Are all deliverymen switching careers to become singers?”

“As long as he doesn’t start singing about peaches and how cool they are, I’m fine!”

“Don’t be biased—didn’t you see the hottest deliveryman recently? ‘Heaven and Earth Dragon Scale’ lit up the internet, and ‘Lone Brave’ was a total bombshell.”

“Deliverymen are the most mysterious group—you didn’t know? They can sing, cook, dance, and I’ve heard they can even fly planes and one-hand a pineapple. Everybody, let’s go!”

“Excuse me, but shouldn’t the focus now be: ‘Hulk, rise!’?”

Su Bai, of course, had no idea what everyone was saying in the chat.

As the intro played—soft, mournful—the rooftop fell silent.

“Keep it simple,
Let’s speak simply,
Spare the escalating emotions,
You’re no actor,
Don’t script out those scenes,
No objections,
I just want to see how you’ll cover up,
Your sadness is all on the surface,
Like an actor without talent,
The audience can see right through you.”

Su Bai’s magnetic voice, matched with masterful singing skill, stunned everyone as soon as he began.

“This deliveryman’s got something!”

“The voice is incredible.”

“A total romance ballad star’s voice!”

“Isn’t it obvious this song is tailored for ‘Mr. Innocent’? Doesn’t our former goddess Qian Qian sound just like an actress?”

“Wait, I have a question—did Scummy Qian break Mr. Innocent’s innocence?”

“Doesn’t this voice sound a bit familiar to you?”

“A deliveryman with such an amazing voice—could it be...?”

“Are you saying it’s Su Bai? No way, can he really sing love songs?”

“Tong, point the camera at the deliveryman!”

“Point the camera at the deliveryman!!!”

But lost in emotion, Tong Zigong didn’t see the barrage of messages on his phone at all.