Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH85

Chapter 85

“No.”

The green eyes suddenly lost their light. But before Parsons could convince himself of anything, Jiang Jitang finished the second half of his sentence:

“They’re all one-time traders. And you—you’re my long-term supplier.”

The dazzling neon lights on the street transformed into romantic fireworks at that moment, flickering along the road. And inside Parsons’ chest, something flickered too.

“Are you still living in a hotel?”

Parsons turned his head—the topic shift was too abrupt.
“Still at the hotel. Haven’t found a place yet.”
Not moving in meant he didn’t have one. Technically not a lie.

Jiang Jitang rubbed his chin. “There used to be a place for sale right next to mine. If I bought it and fixed it up, we could’ve lived together. But someone already bought it.”

After knowing each other for so many years, they’d even shared a bed before—sharing a home was nothing. Jiang Jitang was trying to pull on their old friendship, hoping maybe he could turn an old rival back into a dear friend.

Unfortunately, the house had already been bought.

The buyer—Parsons: “…What a pity.”

“Are you free tomorrow?” Jiang Jitang shifted the topic again. “I have many secrets. First one’s about delivering packages. Don’t you want to know the full process?”

“I do.” Parsons answered honestly.

“Pick me up at 3:30 AM. I’ll open a new world for you.”
Yes—free driver secured.

Under the car lights and shadows, Jiang Jitang’s handsome face looked mysterious. Parsons’ heartbeat quickened. He didn’t know what this feeling was—maybe because he was finally getting close to the truth. It made him a little excited.

“Not because you want a free driver and mover?” Parsons turned away, not daring to look at him.

“Hahahahaha—you saw through me? Come anyway.”

After dinner, the two went home separately. Jiang Jitang looked around his home filled with memories—every corner hiding a surprise. He tidied the house, humming a tune and waving his magic wand.

[Mom, I made a friend.]

Mrs. Jiang, far away, received the message. She replied, [Then he must be an outstanding person, just like you.]

Meanwhile, the rest of Team Mystery Seeker waiting at the hotel received great news—boss was taking a day off.

Could it be… a whole day’s date?

This was the fastest they’d ever seen that old-fashioned knight move!

Coincidentally, no one had dungeons to run and no client tasks these days. Which meant… The team members usually monitored the strictest suddenly couldn’t hide their excitement.

Where there’s a first time, there’ll be a second.
Where there’s a second, there’ll be a third.
Three times means long-term.

A day without the boss…
Goodbye healthy lifestyle.
Hello junk food, pool parties, all-nighters, and lying around in pajamas all day!

Bye-bye, proper routines.
Bye-bye training grounds and libraries.

We love Nanny-boss! they screamed in their hearts.

“Although I won’t be here tomorrow, everything proceeds as usual. The new player supervision app is already installed on your phones. Scheduled check-ins. Nick will monitor it.”
Parsons’ 36-degree lips produced words at minus-zero temperature.

“Player… app?”

“Check-in?”

“C-Nation is a digital world,” Nick added with a gentle smile. “Learning and supervision can all be done with a phone. Hopefully this helps you.”

Forgot to mention—it was his idea.

Everyone looked devastated.
Who invented online check-ins??
Is high tech only used to torture people?
It’s everywhere. At all times.

“Yes, boss. Wish you a pleasant day.”
Hope your date goes great. Please leave us alone. We’re already a bunch of unlucky people who died once.

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Elsewhere—

“Parsons is a special friend of mine. We may have more contact in the future.”

Out of respect, Jiang Jitang also reported this to the authorities.
Minister Jiang replied calmly: “Got it.”
But after hanging up—she slammed the desk in fury.

“He’s only twenty! He’s still a kid!”

Assistant, “…Didn’t you say two days ago he’s fully capable on his own?”

Jiang Jitang’s background was complicated—powerful healer, external aid. Minister Jiang now saw conspiracies everywhere. Parsons, being a foreigner, only fueled more theories—kidnapping, seduction, whatever.

But with her position, she couldn’t interfere. All she could do was prepare for the worst.

“Minister, we can begin Deputy Jiang’s… training.” Sister Xia said cheerfully. What’s happier than love? Strength! He was still young—learning came first.

“On the bright side,” the assistant suddenly said, “maybe that foreign friend is planning… to marry into the family?”
Huh? Why did she naturally say “marry in” instead of “marry out”?

Thinking of the questions Parsons had asked earlier—about player naturalization requirements—Minister Jiang actually hesitated.

Well… “marrying in” wasn’t impossible.

Meanwhile, at the special kindergarten that adored their “big baby,” waves of crying echoed.

Though they’d only known him twenty-something days, they’d seen his conduct and character—impossible not to like him.

Plus, he was the number-one healer by a landslide. Of course people were secretly moved.

They always suppressed it, putting on natural expressions to avoid pressuring him. Truth was—many people here liked him. Mom-fans, career-fans, purity-fans… all kinds.

And now, such a precious treasure was snatched away by an outsider wolf dog.

“Damn it—other than being handsome and strong, does he have any other strengths?”

The outsider wolf dog—Parsons—washed the car that very evening. Next morning, at 3 AM, he drove over to pick up Jiang Jitang.

At 3 AM, Guanghua Street was silent. Lonely streetlamps cast halos of light. The black sedan appeared quietly beneath the balcony. Parsons looked up—and saw Jiang Jitang waving down at him.

A small smile sneaked onto his face.

“I’m coming down.”
The young man cupped his hands like a little megaphone and whispered down.
Then he stepped over the railing—

Parsons’ smile vanished. He pushed the car door open, long legs striding forward—

Not early, not late—just right. He caught the falling Juliet, arms full of citrus fragrance.

Their eyes met—one startled, one mischievous.
The streetlight spilled white gauze over them.

“Thanks, Mr. Knight Commander.”

The Knight Commander’s face turned crimson.
His arm muscles went rigid like iron—unable to move.

“Captain… this?”
The hidden guards watching were stunned.

“Don’t interfere. Do your job. Don’t meddle in personal matters.”

“Yes, sir.”

They were professionals!

They slipped away from Guanghua Street like they were eloping, heading once more to the greenhouse vegetable farms.

Jiang Jitang brought a foam box filled with breakfast—the first fresh batch: meat buns, veggie buns, sweet soy milk, sweet milk.

“Thank you, thank you!”
The aunties harvesting vegetables were delighted by the hot food at dawn.

Knowing he needed old leaves and roots, they set them aside separately so he could collect them easily.

Jiang Jitang sorted everything into plastic bags—cabbage leaves with cabbage leaves, carrot tops with carrot tops, corn husks, imperfect beans and potatoes.

Parsons, wearing a three-piece suit with rolled sleeves, helped him sort and sweep.

“Hahaha—a cabbage worm.”
Jiang Jitang dropped it onto him.
Parsons calmly picked it up and put it back.

“They get along so well…”
The aunties exchanged glances.
They were reminded of how comfortable they were with their own old girlfriends.

“Give it to me.”
Crouched over the broom, Parsons looked silly—too tall to use it.
Jiang Jitang couldn’t stand it and snatched the broom away.
Parsons went to move the leaves instead.
The car trunk, once full, was now empty again.

What a huge storage item… Parsons felt jealous.

The packed vegetables were loaded onto tricycles to be taken to a truck at the intersection.
The nearby aunties, done with work, had nothing to do but gossip.

“I wonder if they’ll come again. They brighten our mornings.”

“Oh, you shameless old thing. But I don’t think they’ll return—they’re not the type to do this.”

“That’s true.”

By four, Guanghua Street was still gray.
Apart from breakfast stalls, all shops were closed.
But vegetable vendors had started appearing, heading to the market.

A black sedan stopped behind Jiang Jitang’s house.

“Here.”
A soft voice from inside, followed by the rustling of jackets and Jiang Jitang’s sleepy yawn.

Parsons folded his coat—still with lingering warmth and scent—and adjusted the seat upright.
Jiang Jitang was fully awake, pulling off his black sleep mask.
“We’re home?”

A breeze blew. Jiang Jitang sneezed.
Summer dawns were chilly.

On the other side, Parsons watched him rub his face—so vivid, bright—like a newborn sun.

The young knight held his coat over one arm and looked up at the building he’d passed countless times, but never entered from the back.

“Key.”
A brass key flew toward him.

The door opened.
A gap appeared in the barrier, and warm life energy seeped out.
The first thing Parsons noticed was the thriving mulberry tree in the yard.

“Is this… a magic plant?”

Of course it wasn’t a magic plant—it didn’t talk or run around—but its vibrant life force drew Parsons in. If Jiang Jitang hadn’t called him, he would’ve stared for a long, long time.

“This is part of the payment for delivery work. Cool, right? Only one of its kind in this world. It’s just… the silkworm babies hatched recently and are eating the leaves too fast.”

Jiang Jitang invited him upstairs.

This home was built by him piece by piece, from nothing to everything. Once it was complete, he never let anyone enter his private sanctuary—not even family used it to receive guests.

In that sense, Parsons was the first person ever invited inside.

But Parsons had no awareness of being “special.”
They’d been too close in their past life—bathed in the same river, slept in the same bed.

Even when separated by distance, they wrote to each other constantly.

At that young and reckless age, they wrote the most intimate things.
If one wrote late or missed a letter, the other would demand it.

Parsons phrased things elegantly, politely—asking if he’d been busy lately.
Jiang Jitang wrote bluntly—asking if Parsons made new friends and forgot him.

In today’s world, those letters would be explosive.

Good thing… good thing we can’t go back to the magical world.
If I can’t see them, they don’t exist. Jiang Jitang thought.

Warm colors…
Parsons stood at the entrance, shoes in hand.

Ahead of him was a small world full of life.

On the balcony—green and blue plants, two fish tanks.
White tubes of flowing water spun a tiny waterwheel, weaving between pots and the tanks.

Listening, eyes closed—it sounded like a mountain stream.

Inside, a small living room.
The floor was geometric wood panels of white, yellow, and reddish-brown, topped with a thick woven wool rug.

Old but clean—soft and fluffy.

The coffee table was the best part—a large red-lacquered drum repurposed with a triangular wooden base and explosion-proof glass top.
On it sat tea sets and fruit.
The oranges glowed softly, scent fresh and clean.

Beside it, a wooden sofa with thick cushions, pillows, and a half-slipped blanket.
A bookshelf behind it—reachable with a stretch.

Parsons could picture it—The young man lying on the sofa, leaning on pillows, tea by his side, blanket over his stomach, book in hand, flipping to whichever page the breeze turned.

A beam of sunlight passing through the balcony, carrying the scent of plants, landing on the soft carpet—

Warm. Lazy. Alive.

Completely different from a hotel.

A place where one could take out their soul, wash it, and let it dry in the sun.