"Delivery shop? Takeout? Courier?"

Not only was the audience stunned, but Liu Xiyun also slightly widened her eyes.

"What did you say?" she asked Zhang Xiaolu again, as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

Under the pressure of countless stares, Zhang Xiaolu spoke tremblingly: "It’s YuYu Express out west in Riversea! Qin Ling’s just a delivery guy now, okay!"

"Qin Ling…"

"So that’s his name?"

Liu Xiyun ignored Zhang Xiaolu’s odd expression. She glanced back at the stage, said she had urgent business, and walked straight out of the martial arts hall.

Watching her elegant figure leave, the crowd erupted into another wave of uproar.

"This… this can’t be real, right? Just a delivery guy, and Goddess Xiyun’s going after him?"

"Tch. He’s only a delivery guy. What makes him worthy?"

"Even if he was talented years ago, he started martial arts late and grew lazy, skipping training. No wonder he ended up delivering food."

"Only a delivery guy suits a girlfriend who scams people with her boyfriend’s martial arts diary. Tsk tsk, they’re two of a kind!"

Seeing Qin Ling’s downfall and him stealing their goddess, many turned sarcastic.

Especially after hearing where Qin Ling worked now, their disdain and mockery grew fierce, dragging Zhang Xiaolu into it too.

Zhang Xiaolu’s face flushed red then paled. Her furious eyes glared at the hecklers around her.

"Hmph! What’re you staring at? How dare you compare yourself to Goddess Xiyun? Do you think you’re some martial arts prodigy like her?"

"You? A guy who can’t even speak up in public—you’d just wet yourself in fear! Dreaming of comparing a toad to a swan? Go drag your boyfriend back before you both cause more trouble, okay!"

Seeing Zhang Xiaolu’s angry glare, the crowd sneered.

Amid scornful laughter, Zhang Xiaolu lowered her head with resentment and left.

"Haha! She’s gone! Look at that rage—she really thinks she’s equal to Goddess Xiyun!"

"Exactly! Disgusting! Good riddance. She should hurry back and stop her damn boyfriend from scheming against Goddess Xiyun!"

"…" Watching the chaos, Ying Yuanyuan in the VIP section pursed her lips.

These guys!

Can’t get Xiyun themselves, so they tear others down—enough already!

"Ah, ha, haha. Um, due to an unexpected incident, the station director and executives have decided to end today’s martial arts diary presentation here."

"For the next session, follow our official platform for updates. We’ll meet again here. Wishing you all well!"

The program concluded.

Outside the martial arts hall, Liu Xiyun headed toward YuYu Express in west Riversea.

Meanwhile, at YuYu Express, Qin Ling wore the delivery uniform, driving his BMW sports car for today’s orders.

"Ah, the wind’s still so noisy. This delivery’s to Noble Area A—rich folks live there. Wonder what they need."

He sighed in the wind, unaware Zhang Xiaolu had stolen his martial arts diary. She’d taken it to a national show, exposing his past with Liu Xiyun.

Now he drove straight to Noble Area A.

Soon, sunglasses on, he reached Noble Area A’s gate. But as a high-end compound, it barred outside vehicles.

He parked his BMW roadside, opened the door, clipped his sunglasses to his collar, slung a handbag over his shoulder, and walked toward the entrance.

"Hold it."

As expected, even in a BMW, the security guards wouldn’t let him pass easily.

Qin Ling was stopped.

No big deal.

He halted, smiling at the guard in the booth. His left hand slightly lifted his suit jacket; his right reached inside.

The guard panicked instantly. Three rushed out with batons: "Freeze! Drop your weapon!"

"Huh? Weapon?" Puzzled, Qin Ling pulled out Chunghwa cigarettes from his jacket and a lighter from his pocket. Before the three astonished guards, he offered them smokes.

"Security brothers, life’s tough for all. You see me here often at Noble Area A—urgent delivery. How ’bout cutting me some slack, huh?"

"Slack? You’re bribing us? What do you take us for!?"

"No, no! I’ve always admired you guys. We’re old acquaintances. Look, bro—I brought something for you."

Qin Ling pointed to his roadside BMW. The guards exchanged glances. Qin Ling smiled.

"Go! Now! Don’t try fooling us! No pass, no entry!"

…

"Whoosh~!"

Soon, wisps of smoke curled at Noble Area A’s gate.

Inside the compound, a man in a suit walked with a suitcase, one hand assembling something inside the bag.