Chapter 1092: All Very Familiar

"Catch the pervert!"

"Stop right there!"

"Catch the pervert!"

"If you've got guts, don't run! I've already called the police; you won't get away!"

On the main street, a series of sharp, shrill cries from women rang out, causing pedestrians on the street to turn their heads in succession.

Looking closely, they were four women of different heights and styles. None were ugly, and some were even quite beautiful. But unfortunately, people were avoiding them one after another, not wanting to invite trouble.

A man wearing glasses was running frantically, passing a woman on the sidewalk in a red dress, carrying a small crossbody bag, and wearing high heels. She saw the four women chasing from behind and recognized them as her neighbors from the same floor.

She immediately turned around, intending to give chase...

The turn of events came quickly; some people didn't want to invite trouble, while others were not afraid of it.

Right by a trash can further ahead, a man with medium-length hair styled back with hair wax, a resolute face, wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, black casual trousers, and casual leather shoes, was smoking.

He calmly stubbed out the cigarette butt and, very civilly, threw it into the trash can. Right under the gaze of several women, when the man in glasses ran past, he reached out and grabbed a swinging arm. Then, using the man's momentum, he spun him around, hauled him back, and locked his arm behind his back, pinning him to the ground with a small grappling move.

"F*ck you... ah..."

Wang Yan grabbed him directly by the hair and pressed his mouth into the ground, helping him become civilized and polite.

The woman in red, who had run over in a few steps, was somewhat astonished. She looked at the scene before her, then at the four women catching up from behind, but ultimately did not act and remained where she was.

"This handsome guy, thank you for stepping in to help when you saw injustice."

Gasping for breath, she ran up close, hands on her knees, and smiled to express her gratitude.

This person was a familiar face, having had quite a bit of history with Wang Yan. Now that she had changed her name and appeared before him, it was still enough to stir up some memories.

She was, of course, Ye Zhenzhen...

Wang Yan frowned and asked, "How did this brat act like a pervert?"

"He was secretly filming! Thank you, handsome guy. This person is incredibly bold, his methods were clumsy, it's truly disgusting." The one speaking was Yu Chuhui, who had arrived second.

"Ugh..."

"Slap."

Wang Yan slapped the back of the man's head: "Behave yourself. There's surveillance everywhere now, there's evidence on your phone, what else is there to quibble about? Save your words for the police. If you're innocent, I'll apologize and pay you."

After he finished speaking, the man still wouldn't submit and struggled hard. Wang Yan slapped him again, and only then did he settle down.

He looked at Ye Zhenzhen, who was at the front, and smiled: "Did he film you?"

"Not me, it was my friend. She's here now, that's her."

Following Ye Zhenzhen's gesture, Wang Yan's gaze first fell upon the sister-in-law who was also gasping for breath; her name was Zhu Zhe. Behind Zhu Zhe was a girl with a ponytail, her forehead exposed.

She was wearing a low-cut top, revealing snow-white skin, a long white skirt, and canvas shoes, looking very pure.

This was the protagonist of this mission, He Minhong, who would later be scammed and have an abortion; she was quite the troublemaker. Wanting a different kind of life was understandable, though.

However, her looks were definitely sufficient, ranking in the top three among these five women. As for the other two, they were, of course, Wang Yan's old acquaintances. One was Ye Zhenzhen, and the other was Fang Zhiheng, who had been wearing a red dress at the start and was now standing to the side without speaking; she had an English name, Lucy. Both had been interacted with deeply...

"Thank you." He Minhong trotted over, hiding behind them, speaking in a very small voice.

"Quite quiet."

He Minhong was a self-centered person, someone who demanded strict standards from others while being lax with herself, someone accustomed to expressing opinions based on her own subjectivity and standing on the moral high ground to accuse others, someone who was a chatterbox, someone who never learned from experience to improve herself, someone who lacked responsibility, and also someone who was cowardly.

The current scene demonstrated this vividly. Four women were chasing someone; she was the victim, yet she ran slowly at the very back. Even if it was because she was relatively quiet and lacked athletic ability, she shouldn't have been much slower than Zhu Zhe, who was older and found running more strenuous.

So Wang Yan said she was "quite quiet," meaning she didn't even care about her own affairs and didn't protect herself.

Zhu Zhe understood this, Lucy understood it, and Ye Zhenzhen understood it after a brief reaction. Yu Chuhui didn't understand at first, but seeing the other three looking at He Minhong, she reacted as well.

Only He Minhong, who was being watched by everyone, didn't understand. She hid behind Zhu Zhe, blinking her big eyes, at a loss.

Zhu Zhe said, "She just graduated and just started working."

Wang Yan smiled: "Call the police. Where did he film just now?"

"Right there in the shop called 'Big Canteen' at the east gate of Joyful Song."

"Then let's go over there. It'll be convenient to collect evidence when the police arrive."

"Okay." Ye Zhenzhen nodded and picked up her phone to call.

"Keep your mouth shut and don't struggle, otherwise I'll get rough." Wang Yan grabbed the pervert's hair and pulled him up, locking his arm behind his back.

"F*ck..."

"Slap..."

Wang Yan slapped him across the face: "Can't you understand human speech?"

The pervert shut his mouth sullenly, lowered his head to prevent onlookers from filming his face, and resigned himself to his fate.

Lucy glanced at Wang Yan and turned to the others: "There's nothing for me to do, so I'll head back first."

Wang Yan said, "Beauty, you'd better not leave. Please do me a favor and act as a witness, so he doesn't try to frame me later."

"Fine."

"It'll probably take a while to process. You just got off work, right? Let's eat together tonight."

"Forget about eating. You're upholding justice, and I'm helping others; we're all doing good deeds. Besides, I generally don't eat at night."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, not forcing the issue, and said, "Let's go, to the Big Canteen."

He escorted the pervert in front, with Lucy on the other side. The remaining four women followed behind.

"You were the one secretly filmed, and they stepped in to help when they saw injustice. Just now he asked that woman from 2203 to be a witness and then invited her to dinner; you should at least say something," Yu Chuhui whispered, criticizing her.

He Minhong pouted: "I don't know that much. Besides, who does good deeds asking for a reward? He has high moral character, isn't that fine?"

"You really are shameless. If I hadn't reminded you, and if this hero hadn't stepped in, who knows how your skirt's scenery would have been appreciated by others. I can't believe you can say such things. Do you know what secret filming is about?

Let me tell you, some people watch it themselves. Some share it with others, and some post it on those filthy websites. No one knows what the person behind the screen is doing while looking at the scenery under your skirt.

You actually take others helping you for granted, and you spend all day acting all literary, calling yourself an intellectual. I think you've read your books into a dog's stomach."

"Yu Chuhui, you..." He Minhong raised her voice.

"Alright, say less," Zhu Zhe interrupted at the right time. "Keep your voice down."

He Minhong glared at Yu Chuhui unhappily, but ultimately said nothing more. Because she was interrupted, she didn't want to say what she hadn't finished saying, and she didn't feel like it anymore. She wouldn't lower herself to the level of the sharp-tongued Yu Chuhui...

Actually, Wang Yan heard their conversation in the back clearly.

He didn't have any particular thoughts, because He Minhong was just that self-centered. She had no ability when dealing with strangers, but she always had high demands for people she was familiar with, while she herself couldn't meet those demands. She often didn't understand the full picture, or even if she did, she still stubbornly insisted on using her own standards to demand things of others.

This was a self-centered, brainless person. You couldn't say she was stupid; that was an IQ issue. She was a college graduate and worked in writing; she had read and memorized plenty of books, and her writing was quite sharp. She was just foolish, her brain wasn't agile.

Under normal circumstances, He Minhong shouldn't be like this now. Because this kind of personality isn't formed in a day or two, but from childhood to adulthood. So in the twenty-plus years of her life, she must have been disliked and ostracized by others long ago.

Even counting her parents' doting, which might have had some influence, she must have changed; she would either be silent or even worse, having already suffered greatly because of her personality.

Instead of being like this now, appearing as if she were a naive person who hadn't experienced the world, with a sense of being neither here nor there. This was just the primary state of someone who had reached a certain age.

But this was a plot, and it needed such a character, so that explained it.

Thus, they arrived at the Big Canteen at the east gate of Joyful Song. The shop's name was Big Canteen, and it served fast food. It was all kinds of pre-made small portions of dishes; you chose what you wanted to eat. It could satisfy the situation of wanting to eat several dishes but being afraid of having too much to finish. The overall taste was guaranteed, much better than home-cooked food, but it wasn't top-tier craftsmanship. Making all the dishes not taste bad, with some being particularly good, was already very good.

This shop was just like that; its best dish was the stir-fried pork. Wang Yan hadn't eaten it, but he could observe. Looking around, most people's tables had a plate of it, which said a lot.

There wasn't much communication. Wang Yan was escorting the pervert, with Lucy by his side, silently scrolling through her phone. Ye Zhenzhen and the others were watching the shop's surveillance.

In less than five minutes, a police car drove over, and two policemen got out. One was a man in his thirties, looking somewhat exhausted, with one bar and three stars on his shoulder. The other was a man in his twenties, relatively young, with two chevrons on his shoulder, an auxiliary police officer.

Perhaps because he hadn't seen police comrades for a long time, and because of his past experience, Wang Yan felt it was still quite good. He even silently timed it; from the time Ye Zhenzhen hung up the police call to now, eight minutes had passed. During the current evening rush hour, that was quite good.

Ye Zhenzhen and the others went up to explain the situation, and then the two policemen walked toward Wang Yan.

Perhaps seeing the police, the pervert suddenly gained energy and shouted fiercely: "Police uncle, I want to report a crime. This person hit me. I have a headache now, a concussion. I request a medical examination."

Lucy stared at the man for a moment, then looked at Wang Yan, meeting Wang Yan's gaze.

Wang Yan raised an eyebrow at Lucy, looking as if to say, "See what I told you."

Then, he slapped the pervert on the back of the head: "You have no backbone at all."

"Ah, it's over, my head hurts."

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement, and under the frowning gaze of the police, he slapped him across the face.

The police hurried up to stop him: "What are you doing? Using violence in front of the police?"

"He was trying to run just now, I was stopping him." Wang Yan smiled very friendly.

But the police had a headache.

Wang Yan continued: "I guarantee I'll cooperate, police comrade. Let's not let people watch us here. Everyone will go with you to register. Let's solve the secret filming matter first; as for his matter with me, we'll talk about it later."

Of course, he wasn't afraid; it would just be a slap on the wrist for both sides.

The policeman with the badge nodded: "All relevant people, go to... the police station, register, and give a statement."

Ye Zhenzhen said: "I have a car, I can take four... you..."

"I have a car." Wang Yan looked at Lucy on the side.

Before he could speak, Lucy said: "I'll go with you, it'll be easier for everyone."

"Then let's go first." He nodded toward Ye Zhenzhen and the others, then turned and headed toward the east gate of Joyful Song.

"Wait." Ye Zhenzhen called out and asked Wang Yan, who looked somewhat puzzled: "Do you live here?"

"Does this mean you all live in this residential complex too?"

Yu Chuhui said: "Building 8, 22nd floor, all five of us are on the same floor."

Wang Yan nodded in understanding and smiled at Lucy: "I was wondering why I felt like you already knew them. Isn't that a coincidence? I'm also in Building 8, right on the floor above you. Let's go together, we can talk as we walk."

Thus, everyone walked into the complex together and introduced themselves on the way, getting to know each other.

Ye Zhenzhen said: "It's amazing that we haven't met for so long. I didn't expect that today, when we all got to know each other, it would be by going to the police station together."

"Fate is truly wonderful. I have a premonition that we will see each other more and more often in the future."

"I have that premonition too," Ye Zhenzhen nodded in agreement. "Come, come, let's add each other on WeChat, we can hang out together when we have time."

"Didn't they say you're in scientific research? Do you have time to hang out?"

"Please, we're all human, aren't we? We always have to have time to rest."

He Minhong interjected: "By the way, Brother Yan, you haven't said what you do yet."

She had already expressed her gratitude just now, saying "Thank you, Brother Wang." Wang Yan said there was no need to thank him and told her to call him Brother Yan...

"I'm in the same line of work as Lucy, also in finance."

Lucy looked over: "Which aspect?"

"Private equity."

"So you're a private equity big shot."

"That sounds nice, but isn't it just sales? Just making a living," Wang Yan shrugged, saying self-deprecatingly.

The "Living Ancestor" also had a pattern in his actions. If he stayed for a long time, he was definitely a poor person and had to earn his own money. If he stayed for a short time, he was a rich person, so he didn't have to rack his brains to cheat and swindle, saving time and effort.

Thus, they chatted aimlessly all the way to the underground parking lot of the complex.

"Look, this is my car."

Ye Zhenzhen pressed the key, and the lights of the dark red BMW 8 Series parked there lit up. "If I'm not mistaken, that S8 on the side is yours?"

Wang Yan still preferred Audi; it was a car he liked before he was favored by the "Living Ancestor." After being favored, he had driven A8s and S8s many times, and he didn't feel much about them. But truthfully speaking, he hadn't driven this thing for a long time; counting carefully, it had probably been two hundred years.

Joyful Song was a world from his early experiences. Now that he had come to a world in the same series again, except for the women being different, everything was almost exactly as he was familiar with.

Wang Yan smiled and said: "In fact, that Panamera on the side is also mine."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled: "I was curious when I moved in. Just now you said you lived on the floor above us, and I felt this was your car, matching your identity as a young and wealthy big shot."

"Spare me, don't scold me. I'm just an upstart with some spare cash," Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile. "Let's go, let's go. The sooner we finish, the sooner we're done. Tomorrow is a workday, we're all working people, and there's still a lot to do. Get in the car, Lucy."

Everyone got into their respective cars, and the two cars drove one after the other toward the police station.

"The story's little yellow flower..."

The S8 drove slowly in the traffic, with pleasant music playing inside the car.

Lucy asked curiously: "Seeing you catch that pervert earlier, have you trained?"

"Just some amateur skills. What about you? You were standing on the other side, were you afraid that brat would run? Seeing the calluses on your hands, you've trained too, right?"

"I'm an MMA enthusiast, just to strengthen my body and protect myself. But as a woman, my innate strength is insufficient, so it's just flowery fists and embroidered legs."

"Women hold up half the sky, and women who do MMA are also very fierce."

"They are professionals, I'm an enthusiast."

"Grasp the spirit."

Lucy smiled and asked: "As a big boss like you, why do you live here?"

"I'm poor. I didn't have enough money when I bought the house before, and now that I have enough money, I don't want to move. Besides, the room for appreciation in housing prices is limited now, so it's not cost-effective to buy more properties. It's enough to have one place to live comfortably. This house is quite good. Anyway, it's just upstairs and downstairs, you'll know when you come up to sit for a while."

"I know, the 23rd floor is the top floor, right? It has a terrace, the view must be quite good."

"That's what I mean. I also got some flowers and plants, it feels quite nice, and I'm used to living here, so I've just been living here."

Lucy's interaction with Wang Yan didn't keep a distance like the others on the 22nd floor.

This was composed of many reasons. Looking at the whole drama, Lucy wasn't the type to keep people at a distance. Plus, Wang Yan upheld justice and caught a pervert who was filming women, which gave Lucy, who had almost been sexually harassed, a sense of identification. She participated from beginning to end and was going to the police station to testify for Wang Yan, so they had a common experience. Adding Wang Yan's own approachability, humor, and ability to chat, their conversation could be called quite pleasant.

It wasn't that Lucy had taken a fancy to his money or anything; she was still quite decent.

In this drama, the ones who were relatively normal were Lucy and Zhu Zhe; they didn't have too many problems.

Of course, there were definitely points of criticism. Mainly, Lucy's method of revenge somewhat made people feel like she was playing around.

And later, because she was almost sexually harassed but couldn't defend herself, and her parents didn't stand on her side, she became disheartened, went abroad for further studies, didn't go home for many years, and didn't keep in touch much.

So her parents decided to have another child, which caused her mother to lose her life because of giving birth. After her mother died, her father didn't want to raise the child, so he deliberately stirred up her protective instinct, making her bring her biological sister, who was thirty years younger than her, to Shanghai. Then she fell out with her father, and there were messy things like wanting child support and wanting to split the house.

Of course, everything could be explained. In short, whatever problems there were, they were the screenwriter's, the director's, and the investors'...

The dramas now are all very magical, so it's not strange.

Regarding this, Wang Yan had always been very tolerant. Whether it was magical or not didn't matter, as long as there could be friction...

And in another car not far behind, the other four women on the 22nd floor were also chatting enthusiastically. There was no need to think about their topic; naturally, it was all focused on Wang Yan and Lucy... ===== CHAPTER 1093 =====