Chapter 482 Encountering a Robbery on the Road, Turns Out to Be a Love Rival?

This distrust stems primarily from the fact that Anjing has dedicated herself to her work for over a decade, yet has never received the slightest response.

She is a human being with normal emotions. Even the most ardent passion will eventually run out if it is constantly betrayed.

But just when she had calmed down for so long, thanks to the Qin Yiyi incident, and was about to let go and be free, that stone-like man suddenly jumped out and said that he had an epiphany under the Bodhi tree, wanted to return to secular life, and wanted her to be his girlfriend.

This is outrageous!

Anjing felt inexplicably empty inside, her confusion mixed with an inexplicable sense of grievance.

Looking at Yan Su in front of her, she forced a smile after a long while: "So what should I say back to you? Forgive you? Pretend none of this ever happened?"

"You had so many chances to clear up the misunderstanding, but you shamelessly deceived me like a cold-blooded devil. Just when I was ready to forget the past and start a new relationship, you dropped the act and hurt me a second time, making me look like a joke!"

Yan Su hadn't expected An Jing to react this way. In his mind, the misunderstanding was cleared up, and even if An Jing couldn't forgive him immediately, she certainly wouldn't be so cold to him anymore.

He was a little lost: "An'an, it's not that I didn't want to clear up the misunderstanding with you, but I didn't know that Qin Yiyi had stolen the bracelet at the time, and I didn't know what she had said to you. I was afraid that you wouldn't believe what I said, but I really wanted to stay by your side."

"I don't know what came over me. I had a sudden impulse and came up with such a terrible idea, and as a result, I made more and more mistakes."

Quietly, she said in a low voice, "You're not wrong, and I'm not wrong either. I'm just tired."

She did nothing wrong. She just fell in love with someone and has loved him for so many years, revolving around him for so many years. What could she have done wrong?

Yan Su wasn't wrong either; no one says that liking someone means you have to get a response.

Seeing An Jing's inexplicably reddened eyes, Yan Su had a million things he wanted to say, but An Jing didn't want to hear them.

She said calmly, "You can go now. I have a lot of work to do. Let's just treat each other as ordinary friends from now on, and don't see each other again unless it's important."

Yan Su felt a little flustered and subconsciously tried to pull her back: "An'an, who wants to be friends with only you?"

Quietly and ruthlessly, she pushed him out the door and then slammed the office door shut.

With a bang, the employees who were peeking out suddenly jumped back to their workstations, only daring to peek at the melon out of the corner of their eyes.

At this moment, Yan Su was no longer able to conceal himself, and the receptionist recognized him. Upon hearing the voice, she came over and said, "Mr. Yan, please go. Our General Manager An has to work now. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Yan Su hesitated for a moment, but ultimately left with the flowers.

On the way back to the clinic, he kept thinking about how to win back Anjing.

She once pursued him for ten years, but he was oblivious and didn't appreciate it.

Now it's his turn to pursue her and put in more effort.

She doesn't even want to see him quietly, so how can I pursue her?

As he was deep in thought, his motorcycle taxi passed through a small alley, when a cry for help suddenly came from inside, interrupting his thoughts: "Help! Robbery!"

Yan Su was annoyed at the moment and didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so he rode his motorcycle straight past.

But the cries for help didn't stop; they continued in waves, like pigs being slaughtered. Yan Su vaguely felt that the voice sounded familiar, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly recalled it.

He stopped at the entrance of the alley and looked over. To his surprise, the person who had been robbed was indeed an old acquaintance.

...

Meng Ke felt like he was cursed with bad luck.

He was sent by his company to Antarctica to film a movie. He almost froze to death. After finally making it back after filming wrapped, he was robbed.

He curled up on the ground, clutching the milk tea he had just bought, feeling excruciating pain as he was punched and kicked.

He clutched his head and yelled, "You dare rob me in broad daylight? Do you know who I am? I'm an actor, a public figure! Aren't you afraid I'll expose you?!"

Three or five thugs stopped, and one of them, the leader, wearing a floral shirt and smoking a cigarette, sneered: "Holy crap, you call yourself an actor? If you're an actor, then I'm the Best Actor. Stop talking nonsense and hand over the money!"

"Bah! You want money? No way! Even if I, Meng Ke, am beaten to death, I will never submit to you black dogs!"

The man in the floral shirt exhaled a puff of smoke: "Wow, that's got guts! Brothers, go get him, kick him in the face!"

As the saying goes, you shouldn't hit someone in the face.

Meng Ke immediately panicked upon hearing this. His face was his livelihood; if it were crippled, his entire career would be ruined.

He cursed the dog in his heart, but pleaded, "I give up, I give up, please don't kick my face."

He shakily pulled a wallet from inside his suit jacket, carefully taking out hundred-yuan bills one by one.

"Give it to me, it's nothing!" The man in the floral shirt frowned and snatched the wallet away.

He flipped through the money and found only a few hundred yuan. He immediately sneered, "This little bit? Are you trying to give it to a beggar?"

Meng Ke feigned misery, saying, "It's really all gone. This is all my possessions, it's all here!"

The group of thugs exchanged glances, and the man in the floral shirt slapped Meng Ke on the back of the head: "You fucking kidding me! Didn't you say you were a celebrity? And you only have this little bit of money on you?"

Meng Ke was on the verge of tears: "Brother, who carries cash these days? How about I transfer you some money?"

The woman in the floral shirt immediately kicked him: "Transfer money? You wish! Are you afraid the police won't catch me?"

He looked Meng Ke up and down, his gaze finally settling on the watch on his wrist: "The one on your arm, take it off so I can see it."

Meng Ke suddenly stopped and subconsciously pulled his hand back: "Brother, I grabbed this on Pinduoduo for 2.9 yuan, with free shipping. This...this isn't worth much!"

"Two yuan and ninety cents, right?" The man in the floral shirt pulled out five yuan from his pocket. "Here you go, keep the change. I'll buy your watch. It's a legal transaction, so don't accuse me of robbing you!"

This watch was sponsored by the brand and cost him a small seven-figure sum. He has to return it after the event. If it gets stolen, he wouldn't be able to afford to pay for it even if he sold his house!

Meng Ke gritted his teeth: "Damn it, I'll fight you to the death, just you wait!"

He pointed the milk tea straw at the crowd, gripped it tightly, and unleashed a sweeping motion around the room.

The thugs instinctively tried to cover their faces.

However, an awkward scene unfolded: nothing happened.

Feeling tricked, the man in the floral shirt angrily snatched the milk tea, pulled out the straw that was blocked by the pearls, and pinched it at Meng Ke.

"Pfft!"

Milk tea was splashed all over Meng Ke's face.

"Damn it, is this fun?" He threw down his milk tea, cursed, and then said to the other thugs, "Brothers, take the watch off!"