He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

The streets of Shanghai.

Chen Hao skillfully weaved through traffic, gripping the handlebars of his delivery scooter.

A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead beneath his helmet, and on his phone stand, the order countdown showed twenty-seven minutes remaining.

This order was delivered to "Jinxiu Huating," a high-end residential area with strict security, and it always took some effort to negotiate.

red light.

He braced himself on one leg, took out half a bottle of mineral water from the side pocket of the insulated box, tilted his head back, and took a gulp.

Just then, a luxury car with a completely black body and sleek lines silently glided to a stop next to him.

Chen Hao glanced at it subconsciously and estimated in his mind that the car cost at least seven figures.

The car windows were tinted dark, making it impossible to see inside.

The back door suddenly opened.

Chen Hao almost choked on the water in his mouth.

A young woman was sitting in the back seat.

Chen Hao froze at first glance, almost dropping the water bottle from his hand.

Lin Caiwei.

It really is Lin Caiwei!

That popular national pop star who's everywhere – on TV, in phone notifications, and on giant GG billboards on the street!

She was as clear as on the screen, no, even clearer than on the screen...

She was wearing a simple off-white knit sweater with a loose neckline, revealing her beautifully shaped collarbone.

She wore light blue slim-fit jeans that accentuated her straight and slender legs.

On his feet were a pair of clean white sneakers.

She wore no heavy makeup; her face was clean and her skin was as white and delicate as fine porcelain. In the dim light inside the car, she seemed to have her own soft glow.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, the ends curling slightly inwards, making her face appear only the size of a palm.

Her eyes were classic almond-shaped, with dark, moist pupils that gave her a natural, focused look. She had a small, pert nose and pale cherry blossom lips.

It's that kind of pure and innocent charm that appeals to both men and women, young and old.

It's not an act; it's a purity and clarity that comes from within, like jasmine with morning dew.

Although Chen Hao is not a fan of celebrities, he has seen her music videos on the mall's big screen quite a few times while waiting for the elevator to deliver food.

The impact of a real person suddenly appearing less than two meters away was immense.

His mind went blank; he could only stare blankly.

Lin Caiwei seemed a little anxious. She glanced at the driver's seat first, then turned back, her gaze landing on Chen Hao's face.

When he spoke, his voice was similar to that heard in the television interview—clear and pleasant—but now it carried an undeniable urgency: "Get in the car."

Chen Hao: "...Huh?"

He looked left and right.

Pedestrians hurried along the sidewalk, and no one noticed this corner.

He pointed to his nose, his helmet wobbling with the movement, his face a mask of disbelief and utter confusion: "Talking to me?"

Lin Caiwei frowned slightly, but that slight frown did not detract from her beauty; instead, it added a touch of pitiful urgency.

"Of course it's with you. Hurry up, get in the car."

She urged him again, and even moved closer to the car door to make room for him.

Chen Hao finally managed to pull a sliver of reason back from the shock of "I'm so damn lucky to have met Lin Caiwei."

wrong.

That's not right at all.

Lin Caiwei, the famous pop star with millions of fans, suddenly rolled down her car window on the streets of Shanghai and called a food delivery driver to get in.

The probability of that is even lower than the probability of a golden phoenix suddenly flying out of his takeout box.

My vigilance spiked instantly.

Having spent years struggling at the bottom of society, Chen Hao may not have learned much else, but the principle that "there's no such thing as a free lunch" is ingrained in his bones.

This woman looks like Lin Caiwei, but who knows if she's a perfect replica? Makeup and Photoshop skills are so advanced these days.

It might be some new type of scam, or worse... a honey trap? They lure him into the car, then their accomplices rush out to take pictures and extort money from him?

These thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second.

Chen Hao immediately shook his head, shaking it like a rattle-drum, and moved the delivery cart back half a meter to try to create as much distance as possible.

"No, no, Miss Lin...you must have mistaken me for someone else. I still have to deliver food, and I'll be penalized if I'm late."

He tried to keep his tone polite but distant, while glancing around the front and back of the car to see if there were any suspicious people or cameras.

Lin Caiwei seemed surprised by his reaction and paused for a moment.

At that moment, the driver's side door opened, and a woman who looked to be in her late twenties, wearing a black tracksuit and a neat high ponytail, got out of the car with a swift and decisive movement.

She ignored Chen Hao and went straight to the back door, quickly saying to Lin Caiwei, "Caiwei, time is of the essence."

Upon hearing this, Lin Caiwei seemed to have made up her mind.

She pulled out a black mask from somewhere and quickly put it on, revealing only a pair of clear yet determined eyes.

Then, she actually leaned forward and grabbed Chen Hao's wrist, which was still holding the handlebars!

"Hey you!" Chen Hao was startled and instinctively tried to shake him off.

But that hand... the feel of it was completely unexpected.

His fingers were slender, but his palms were exceptionally soft and warm, like a piece of warm jade, firmly wrapped around his wrist.

The force wasn't strong, but the delicate and soft touch instantly surged up his skin, causing a strange flutter in his heart.

My face felt a little hot under the helmet.

If this really is Lin Caiwei herself, being pulled along like this by her would be... incredibly satisfying.

"Stop dawdling, it's really urgent!" Lin Caiwei's voice came through her mask, a little muffled, but even more urgent.

She pulled hard outwards.

Chen Hao still felt something was wrong, and his body subconsciously pulled back, not wanting to go up.

"What are you trying to do? I'm calling the police!"

"Just get on the bus, no need for all the nonsense!"

The woman with the high ponytail—Chen Siqi, Lin Caiwei's assistant—was clearly not as "gentle" as Lin Caiwei.

Seeing that Chen Hao refused to comply, she took matters into her own hands, placing one hand on Chen Hao's shoulder and pushing him behind his back with the other.

Chen Hao felt a powerful force coming from her; this woman's strength was outrageous!

He, a man weighing over 130 pounds, was actually pushed forward and stumbled by her.

Lin Caiwei seized the opportunity to give her another helping hand.

Chen Hao couldn't resist the two women pushing and pulling him, and his upper body was already stuffed into the spacious back seat.

"My phone!"

Seeing that he was about to go inside, Chen Hao hurriedly pointed to his phone, which was still propped up on the delivery cart, and shouted.

That wasn't just a phone; it was his job platform, his livelihood, and it contained all his contacts and bank account information!

Chen Siqi moved extremely quickly. She let go of Chen Hao, took two steps over, grabbed the phone from its holder, and threw it directly into Chen Hao's arms, who was already half-lying on the car seat, without even looking at it.

"Take it!" Then, she slammed the back door shut.

The heavy sound of the car door closing shut out most of the noise from outside.

The carriage fell silent, filled with a faint, gardenia-like fragrance.

Chen Hao was still a little dazed and hurriedly took the phone.

Through the tinted car window, he saw Chen Siqi quickly walk back to the driver's seat, open the door, get in the car, and fasten her seatbelt in one smooth motion.

The car engine emitted a deep roar as it smoothly and quickly merged into the traffic.

"My car! My delivery cart is still there!"

Chen Hao watched as his yellow electric scooter and insulated box rapidly shrank and disappeared outside the window, and he sat up in a panic.

That car may be old, but it's his livelihood!

"Sit down." Lin Caiwei next to me had already taken off her mask, and her expression was calmer, but the urgency in her eyes was still there.

Ignoring Chen Hao's calls for the delivery vehicle, she picked up a chain bag that looked expensive and placed next to her, opened it, and took out her phone.

Her slender, white fingers tapped quickly on the phone screen to unlock it, then she turned to Chen Hao, her tone leaving no room for argument:

"Show me your Alipay QR code."

"Huh?" Chen Hao was stunned again; the abrupt conversation left him completely unable to keep up.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll buy your delivery scooter." Lin Caiwei said succinctly, waving her phone.

"Hurry up, bring it up."

Chen Hao's doubts had piled up like a mountain.

Is this really Lin Caiwei?

Why is his behavior so... domineering and inexplicable?

But instinctively, he still unlocked his phone, his fingers trembling slightly, and opened Alipay to bring up the payment code.

Lin Caiwei leaned over and scanned the QR code with her phone.

As the two drew closer, the delicate fragrance became even more pronounced.

Chen Hao could even see the fine hairs on her face; her skin was truly flawless.

She looked down at her phone, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

"Is ten thousand yuan enough?" she asked as she entered the amount on her phone.

The sound was right next to me.

Chen Hao then realized, "That's too much! I only bought my beat-up car secondhand for three thousand..." He didn't finish his sentence.

"Alipay payment received, 10,000 yuan."

A clear, loud electronic female voice came from his own phone.

Chen Hao's words caught in his throat. He stared wide-eyed at the notification that a full 10,000 yuan had indeed been deposited into his Alipay account.

Real money, instantly deposited into your account.

The other party didn't even blink.

This gesture... doesn't seem like a scam?

Are scammers willing to spend 10,000 yuan upfront?

But if it really is Lin Caiwei, what would she be after?

The carriage was quiet for a few seconds, with only the faint noise of the vehicle moving.

Chen Hao held the hot phone, feeling like he was dreaming.

He took a deep breath, turned to Lin Caiwei, and decided to get to the bottom of it:

"Ms. Lin...where are you taking me? Do we know each other? You...you must have the wrong person?"