I have ten trillion licking dog gold

To win over his childhood sweetheart, Boss Jiang went all out, chasing her out of the Xinghuo Medical Center and onto the subway.

However, Fang Qing was too fast. After all, she was the champion of the 100-meter race in the elementary school sports meet. She was not caught by the lustful demon until she got on the subway.

The subway in Wuhan is a well-known example of how crowded and bustling it is: more people than seats, shoulder to shoulder, noisy and chaotic.

Princess Qing is too clever; she knows to run towards crowded places when she discovers danger.

"Beep-beep-"

The subway doors closed, but it didn't seem to deter someone's wicked ambitions. Through the gaps in the crowd, he stared intently at his childhood sweetheart, who was maintaining a safe distance from him, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The city of Dajiang is not just a name; a single subway line often has more than twenty stations, and it takes two hours to ride from one end to the other.

Haste makes waste. Mr. Jiang remained patient, holding onto the handrail. After waiting for seven or eight stops, the number of passengers in the carriage thinned out a bit, at least enough to move his feet.

The time has come!

After standing for more than twenty minutes, he twisted his neck, took action, and began to approach Qingmei, who was ten meters away.

He was spying on them all along; how could they not have noticed?

Fang Qing, who had been observing his every move, turned around as soon as he approached, grabbed the handrail, and started a game of cat and mouse.

"Om-"

The illuminated billboards outside the car window flashed by, then another one appeared, and so on.

After "chasing" two carriages, Jiang Chen stopped because the subway had arrived at a new station.

First down, then up.

Logically, Princess Qing should have taken advantage of the chaos and gotten off the bus, but she insisted on staying on the bus.

Needless to say.

This is a naked provocation.

As people leave the busiest areas, the number of people getting on and off the bus decreases sharply, but the "public gaze" remains unchanged.

Even if Boss Jiang were shameless, he wouldn't make a big fuss under these circumstances. After chasing after several unmarried passengers in several carriages, he was forced to give up.

Ok.

He stopped, and Fang Qing stopped too.

When the enemy pursues, we retreat; when the enemy stops, we stop.

Is this a horror movie?
No.

This is a romance film.

Tom and Jerry.

Qinggege remained calm and composed, running her fingers through her hair as she turned sideways and glanced at Boss Jiang.

Out of concern for the public's attention, Mr. Jiang leaned against the handrail, changed his strategy, and stopped the pointless subway race, instead taking out his mobile phone.

"If we don't get off now, we'll be at Nantianmen soon."

He sent a message.

Fang Qing definitely saw it, but she pretended not to and made no attempt to take out her phone to check the message.

Let alone the Southern Heavenly Gate, what is there to fear even if we descend to the eighteenth level of hell?
That's so interesting.

"get off."

Undeterred, Jiang Chen sent another message and then looked up.

Princess Qing remained posed, leaning against the rubber strap connecting the carriages, unmoved.

Don't even say it.

It's quite pleasing to the eye.

They're better than those pretentious models.

Jiang Chen was decisive and stopped wasting his time. Since the other party wouldn't read the messages anyway, he simply picked up his phone and took a picture of her, capturing her natural beauty unintentionally.

"abnormal!"

A righteous shout suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, startling the two adjacent carriages.

Like all the other passengers, Jiang Chen subconsciously looked around, searching for the pervert. He didn't find the pervert, but instead spotted a woman wearing round-framed glasses glaring at him, her finger pointing in what seemed to be—

Jiang Chen looked around.

then.

My eyelid twitched involuntarily.

Could it be calling me?
Jiang Chen's eyelids twitched even more violently.

The one who was pointing at him and cursing him was a woman who was probably around his age.

Round-framed glasses.

Her round face resembled a washbasin.

The tip of the nose is fleshy.

Small eyes, but they sparkled with shrewdness.

Standing at less than 1.6 meters tall and weighing around 150 pounds, especially with the way she looked like she wanted to jump up, no matter how fierce her face appeared, she exuded a strong sense of humor.

Look.

Mr. Jiang is certainly charismatic, that much must be acknowledged, but his charisma is not universally appealing.

Whispers arose from those around them.

Because the target was so clear, there was no need to determine who the pervert was. The nearby passengers all locked onto Jiang Chen, looking him up and down with strange expressions.

"How am I a pervert?"

Mr. Jiang wasn't angry; there was no need for it. In fact, he asked with a smile.

Fang Qing seemed to have become one of the onlookers as well, her back straightening up a bit, her attitude towards watching the show quite proper.

"Still trying to deny it? I saw it all!"

Ok.

You have four eyes, so of course your eyesight is better than normal. But when you're on the subway, who isn't daydreaming or scrolling through their phone? Who the hell has nothing better to do than stare at what other people are doing?

Jiang Chen subconsciously put down the phone he was holding, a move that, in the other person's eyes, was seen as a sign of a guilty conscience.

So behind the round-framed glasses, those round little eyes became even more smug and confident.

"Do not move!"

She shouted again, and it was even more powerful than when the police were arresting bad guys.

"Trying to destroy the evidence, is that it?"

This woman was not only brave but also intelligent; she immediately began mobilizing the masses.

"Everyone, look!"

Jiang Chen paused, not startled, but a hint of helplessness began to appear in his smile.

Although he is not someone who cares about other people's opinions, his ability to withstand pressure has been tested countless times.

but.

Being wrongly accused is a terrible feeling.

Who did I secretly photograph?

"Still being stubborn, huh?"

Seemingly wanting Jiang Chen to understand why he died, she actually walked straight towards Fang Qing. "Sister, this pervert has been secretly filming you."

"..."

Fang Qing was slightly distracted, not expecting that the drama she was watching would turn into something else entirely.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen chuckled.

Ok.

It seems like he wasn't entirely wronged.

As a legal professional, Fang Qing must have felt quite conflicted to be helped in her fight for her rights. After regaining her composure, she looked at the girl, who was staring at her with an air of righteous indignation, her gaze conveying encouragement and invitation, as if she wanted Fang Qing, the victim, to stand up for her, share her hatred, and fight alongside her.

Fang Qing's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something fair, but the other party didn't give her the chance.

Those who act as pioneers generally possess a strong sense of inclusiveness; they can understand the fears and weaknesses of their fellow women.

He gave Fang Qing a look, as if to say it was okay, and told her, "Call the police immediately." Then he turned back and, disregarding his status as a bystander, stepped into the fray, fearlessly confronting the pervert once again.

Jiang Chen frowned, gradually realizing something was wrong.

It seems she is not simply a warm-hearted woman.

It seems like there are some signs of delusional disorder.

Do you have any evidence to support your claims?

"Evidence? We still need evidence?"

Even without mentioning Jiang Chen, Fang Qing behind her unconsciously frowned.

Is this due to past emotional trauma?

wrong.

I'm not judging by appearances, but honestly, judging from this person's appearance, they don't seem like the type to get hurt in love. They may never have even been in a relationship.

But yes.

Not everyone has a heart as strong as Qing Gege's.

Actually, it's alright to have experienced hardship, but what's truly frightening is a woman who's almost thirty and has never tasted love. Her mind is indeed prone to becoming distorted, and it's not surprising that she harbors hatred towards men.

Jiang Chen calmed down rationally.

The self-proving trap must be avoided.

and.

There's no point in arguing with this kind of person.

So he turned his head.

"Did you call the police?"

Hey.

They even proactively asked the onlookers about it.

Ordinary people certainly can't make a decision on this kind of thing, so they can only call the police. The subway responded quickly, and staff arranged for several people to get off at the next station. Some passengers even followed them off.

no way.

There's no shortage of Chinese people watching the spectacle everywhere, and as long as you don't leave the subway station, getting off and getting back on is free.

Furthermore, police officers need witnesses at least a little bit.

"Sister, don't be afraid."

The woman, as if she had won a battle, got out of the car with a triumphant air and didn't forget to comfort Fang Qing.

Lost in a strange and immense sense of satisfaction, she was completely oblivious to Fang Qing's expression, which was not at all the emotion one would expect from someone looking at their benefactor.

Uncle Hat arrived quickly.

Separate the groups of people and question them separately.

The woman recounted the incident to the police officer with righteous indignation, and then opened her black handbag.

"I am a student at Jiangda University."

"Rest assured, we will definitely act in accordance with the law."

The police officer returned the documents, saying, "Please wait a moment."

The police officer then immediately informed his colleagues of his heroic act.

Mr. Jiang, who was also questioned, inevitably overheard the other party's background.

Mr. Jiang glanced over there briefly, just in time to see the other person looking in his direction as well.

Their eyes met, but no sparks flew.

"This is a photo I took."

People are different, and not everyone likes to constantly talk about their status, especially since Boss Jiang has always been a person who presents facts and reason.

Mr. Jiang looked away, took out his phone, and showed the police officers the photos he had "secretly taken."

After reading it, the police officer remained silent.

If this is considered indecent assault, then all street photographers should be in jail.

"Taking photos of others without their permission constitutes an infringement of their portrait rights."

The police officer's tone was no longer as stern as when dealing with the sleazy man; it had softened.

“That’s my friend.”

Jiang Chen threw out another card, catching the police officers off guard.

"Is that lady your friend?"

"Ah."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

“They didn’t give me a chance. They saw me taking pictures and called me a pervert.”

The police officers were embarrassed, but at the same time, they also breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's a misunderstanding. Go explain it to that graduate student."

Should I go and explain to her?

It wasn't Boss Jiang who was looking for trouble.
It's really a bit hard to understand.

Now that the truth is out, shouldn't he be the one to receive an apology?
"The less trouble, the better."

The police officer offered a veiled piece of advice, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Mr. Jiang understood and sympathized with their predicament.

But should the victim just back down?
I don't know how other compatriots would handle this situation, but since I've encountered it myself, Boss Jiang has chosen to seek justice for the vast number of male compatriots.

"Without any substantial evidence, she fabricated facts out of thin air based on her subjective imagination, and insulted my character without any bottom line, causing serious damage to my reputation. Her behavior constitutes defamation, and I request that you open a case for investigation."

Uncle Hat was bewildered, his expression blank.

Mr. Jiang took out his wallet.

Of course, it wasn't about giving money as a bribe; a wallet is more than just an object for holding money.

When you're out and about.

Everyone has a certain status. (End of Chapter)