"Momo, how can you keep avoiding me?"
Zhou Wang heard the man's voice as he approached.
"We're family, your uncle had such a big incident, and it's inconvenient for a girl like you to do anything. We should interact more, as a brother, I can help take care of you. Isn't that right?"
Zhou Wang paused, surprised... So this man was Jiang Mo's relative?
It seemed like it was a family matter and it would be inappropriate for an outsider to meddle.
Zhou Wang shook his head, intending to pass by directly, when Jiang Mo saw him approaching. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything. However, having just finished reading books on psychology, Zhou Wang caught a glimpse of helplessness in her eyes.
Maybe there were other things too, Zhou Wang wasn't sure, but he could no longer ignore it.
Especially since he saw that the man was starting to reach out and pull Jiang Mo, causing her to stumble in panic and fall toward the road.
Beep!
The continuous honking blared as Jiang Mo instinctively closed her eyes, then suddenly felt a grip tighten around her waist, a pair of hands steadying her.
Hmm… it wasn't actually that urgent. It was after all the rush hour, and in front of the Provincial Library, on a one-way lake circuit road where cars drove slowly. By the time the horns sounded, the Driver had already braked early.
Nonetheless, Zhou Wang's action of steadying her was useful, it at least prevented Jiang Mo from falling directly and possibly damaging her stockings due to friction.
So... this lady does indeed have a very slender waist, but the curve is quite surprising. If it weren't for the physical touch, it would have been hard to believe such a figure could exist.
Videos don't count, everyone knows videos can be Photoshopped.
"Who the hell are you, and have you had enough of holding her?"
In the midst of Zhou Wang's astonishment, the man's angry voice erupted.
From Han Yanqian's point of view:
Zhou Wang had one arm tightly wrapped around Jiang Mo's slender waist and the other hand in a hovering embrace, almost touching Jiang Mo's buttocks—no, wait... he had actually supported her there a moment ago.
And Jiang Mo, for some reason, stood there with lips tightly pursed, allowing this young man to hold her without trying to break free.
The young man, though expressionless, clearly looked excited...
Usually self-proclaimed as a mature man, Han Yanqian wouldn't lose his cool easily. But considering he had watched Jiang Mo grow up without even touching her hand, now seeing her being "defiled" by some unexpected punk, how could he tolerate that?
Zhou Wang actually wasn't taking advantage of the situation. He was about to let go of Jiang Mo when he heard the man cursing and raised an eyebrow.
"No."
Having changed his mind, Zhou Wang smiled and gestured a mouth shape at Han Yanqian. Instead of letting go of Jiang Mo, his right hand, originally hovering, firmly grasped her, "pop"—hugging Jiang Mo securely.
Yep, definitely feels real…
But this 'sister' was really tall. Zhou Wang, at a height of 179cm, seemed just about on par with her...
If Jiang Mo wore high heels, that would turn Zhou Wang practically into a clinging little bird. Just thinking about it was rather embarrassing.
Jiang Mo's body trembled and only then did she push away Zhou Wang and broke free.
"You son of a bitch…"
Completely infuriated, Han Yanqian charged toward them.
He knew the consequences of fighting, so he simply tried to push Zhou Wang away. But how could a man in his thirties, weakened from indulgence, possibly shake a young athlete Zhou Wang who almost made it into the school team?
Barely moving, Zhou Wang casually blocked with one hand, sending Han Yanqian stumbling backward several steps until he crashed into a parked BMW car's front.
Bang!
Whether it was the force of the impact or the car already had issues, the left side mirror with a clank snapped off from its base.
Han Yanqian, ignoring his own pain, tenderly held the mirror, but this also helped him sober up.
Smirking at Zhou Wang, he said, "Kid, you're done. Do you know how much this car costs?"
Han Yanqian, with a distinctive clear tone and standing in front of the library, could easily guess Zhou Wang's identity—a mere university student.
"Just an old model 525, is it expensive?"
Zhou Wang glanced at the BMW's front and shook his head.
Whether it's luxury goods or watches, he might not know much, but when it comes to cars, Zhou Wang knew quite a bit...
Most guys have probably downloaded a car app at some point out of admiration for a particular model...
At least a few years ago, Zhou Wang was confident that he would own a supercar before he turned 30.
Of course, a few days ago, Zhou Wang wouldn't normally look down on a BMW 525. Despite many thinking its owners were just puffing themselves up, it's not a car ordinary people could afford.
But now, Zhou Wang certainly had the confidence. After all, his "fund income" for one month was enough to buy seven or eight 525s.
"Young people nowadays really like to exaggerate, always blurring the line between fantasy and reality, huh?"
Han Yanqian chuckled and leisurely said, "Since you still don't realize the gravity of the situation, let me break it down for you... The broken mirror costs two thousand, the heating and anti-glare mirror base three thousand, the casing a few hundred more, and that's without even including labor costs!"
"That means, for this single mirror, you'll have to pay at least ten thousand to me!"
After finishing, Han Yanqian expectantly looked at Zhou Wang, hoping to see disbelief or panic on his face.
Despite Zhou Wang's average attire without any conspicuous logos, Han Yanqian, who paid no attention to such details, couldn't recognize any fancy brands.
In his mind, for a university student living on at most a couple thousand a month, 10,000+ was indeed a large sum.
However, to Han Yanqian's disappointment, Zhou Wang's expression remained unchanged, even with a hint of mockery in his smile.
"Whether I pay or not is another matter. If it was my fault, I wouldn't mind paying not just ten thousand but a hundred thousand."
Zhou Wang shook his head, remaining composed.
"But I think you've got something wrong. Didn't you break your own mirror?"
"Trying to wriggle out of it, huh?"
Han Yanqian scoffed, pulling out his phone to make a call when suddenly, a black Toyota Alphard pulled up steadily and stopped in front of them.