"Your Majesty, please let me protect you. It would put the headquarters at ease and allow me to fulfill my duty," the man on the phone pleaded.

Ye Fan, with a grim expression and in a low voice, retorted, "Do I need your protection?"

The man on the other end, previously insistent, fell into an awkward silence. He let out an embarrassed chuckle, "Well, Your Majesty, at least let me accompany you."

"Stop calling. I know when to go back."

"Your Majesty–"

Click!

Before the man could finish talking, Ye Fan hung up right away.

Sweating on the bustling street, Ye Fan wiped his brow.

After smelling the odor on himself, he almost wished he could dive straight into the small fountain at the square to take a bath.

Looking at the vehicle full of take-out food, he realized it was still 288,000 seconds away from the end of his shift.

The phone rang, and Ye Fan figured it was the same guy hurrying for his delivery.

"Alright," Ye responded, "I'm at Century Junction now. You can come downstairs."

"That's perfect. Wait for me there. We are going to the hospital!"

A woman's voice flowed out of the phone, causing Ye Fan to freeze, "Go to the hospital? Why on earth? If you need to go, call a cab! I'm busy delivering take-out. This is not part of my job."

"Don't you believe you're pregnant unless you go for a check-up? You accused me of being a liar just yesterday!"

The woman's tone rose markedly, even carrying a hint of anger.

Only then did she recall the dozen or so harassing text messages she received yesterday.

They were all from different phone numbers, because as soon as she received one, she blocked it.

"Nutcase, stop calling, or I swear, I won't just scold you, I'll reach through the wires and beat you up," she threatened.

After saying her piece, Ye Fan angrily hung up the phone and continued to deliver food on her scooter.

After bustling around all morning, Ye Fan finally sat down to gulp down some fast food.

Both Fatty and Wang Qiang also sat down, looking at each other helplessly.

Looking at their pitiful expressions, Ye Fan asked with a mouthful of food, "What's up? Did you guys get scolded by a customer again?"

Wang Qiang retorted with a grimace, "Nonsense! Didn't you see the headlines? Our dream girl, Rose, is about to marry a toad, my mood is worse than swallowing a fly!"

Fatty slammed his food box on the table, "I can't swallow a single bite of this food now!"

Ye Fan responded by shoveling another mouthful of food into her mouth.

She looked disdainfully at the two of them and said, "You two have been complaining all day. The guy might look like a toad to you, but at least he's a prince of a toad. And what about you two? Poor nobodies. Do you think you can even compare to that toad prince?"

Fatty: ...

Wang Qiang: ...

Ye Fan neatly packed up her finished takeaway box, not forgetting to remind the two, "You should hurry up and eat. These aren't things you should be worrying about."

Wang Qiang wore an aggrieved expression: "Aren't you always bragging about you and Ruth doing... you know what? What are you acting so calm for? You must be even more upset now!"

"Exactly, our Master Ye Fan, you blabble a lot when you drink. You act mighty, so we're giving you a task, to snatch the bride. I refuse to let my goddess be touched by some warty toad."

Usually, when they heard Ye Fan saying something about the mole on Ruth's body was kissed by him several times, they would all sneer.

But now, they would rather accept that Ye Fan had really slept with their goddess than see their goddess married to that fat and ugly warty toad prince.

At least Ye Fan is tall and handsome.

Apart from being a bit poor and good at bragging...

Everything else was barely acceptable...

"You said you slept with Ruth, did great things in the Empire, lifted heavy guns, thrown hand grenades, and enjoyed great seafood!”

"And how about the one where you single-handedly took down a hundred men, exploded a horse's head with a single shot? Does the mighty Empire know about your achievements?"

The two of them took turns making fun of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan turned to look at the two of them, about to retort, when the sound of a car door closing echoed from outside the door.

They turned their heads to look, and almost lost their eyes.

Beside the Land Rover Range Rover Evoque was a woman dressed in a tight black split dress, looking around at the doorstep in a pair of towering high heels.

Her figure could rival an international supermodel.

The large mole on her right leg was faintly visible.

His exquisite features were enough to captivate anyone at first glance.

“Lulu...Lus?”

“This... isn’t this my goddess? Am I dreaming? Did I just see Lus in person?”

…

Wang Qiang and Fatty's legs went weak.

They couldn’t believe their eyes.

The woman quickly looked inside the room and made eye contact with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan felt like he recognized her, probably from television, so he didn’t think it was strange.

Although the woman he met that night and this Meng Lus seemed similar.

It might not be her, because he didn't see clearly in the dark that night.

He was just making a joke with Fatty and the others when he mentioned it.

Meng Lus walked directly towards Ye Fan. If it wasn't for the CCTV footage at Century Junction, she wouldn't be able to find this jerk.

“Is it Ye Fan, right? Why didn't you respond to my messages or answer my calls? What's the meaning of blocking me?”

The woman walked in and started asking Ye Fan a string of questions.

Wang Qiang and Fatty's pupils dilated as they stared at Ye Fan in shock.

Damn it! Does Ye Fan really know Meng Lusi?

He actually dares not to pick up Meng Lusi's call?

Wait, he actually has Meng Lusi’s number!!!

Ye Fan looks dumbfounded. Was the woman that night really Meng Lusi?

"Miss, what are you saying? You must have gotten the wrong person!" Ye Fan continued to feign ignorance.

Meng Lusi's beautiful face immediately crumpled: "I checked the surveillance, the person at the hotel that night was you. Your name and number were accurate. Stop pretending and tell me, what will you do with the baby?"

"Baby?"

The three of them exclaimed in unison!

The fatty and Wang Qiang had to support each other, unable to recover from this succession of shocking news.

Even Ye Fan was taken aback.

All those harassing messages were sent by Meng Lusi?

No way, did he hit the jackpot in one night?

Although indeed, there were many rounds that night...

"What? You don't want to admit it?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Meng Lusi's eyes.

She was truly foolish, to put her hopes on the man from that night.

"What are you joking about, do you think I am an irresponsible person? But, if you're pregnant, we can't be sure it's mine, right?"

What if it's that wretched Prince Frog's child?

Then won't I be the scapegoat?

"What did you say?"

"This is Meng Lusi!"

"You, little brat! Did you actually?"

Meng Lusi glared at Ye Fan: "This baby is yours, I am sure. Or, let's go to the hospital for DNA testing right now!"

How dared this food delivery guy question her.

If it wasn't for her pregnancy, she wouldn't even come to a place like this.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan raised an eyebrow: "Well, if that's the case, just give birth to it. I can care for both you and the baby, right?"

Meng Lusi was surprised by Ye Fan's casual attitude.

She, Meng Lusi, was once the dream lover of countless men, and this was Ye Fan's attitude?

Meng Lusi couldn't help but laugh: "With the few hundreds you earned from food delivery, can you afford to raise a child?"