The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Sunrise and sunset came in the blink of an eye and it was six o'clock again. Zhou Yian got off work on time and went home. When he got downstairs and just entered the door, he heard someone cursing in the corridor.

"Who is so wicked as to send such a card that is not suitable for children to my door? I have children in school. It is really wicked. What is their intention?"

"He usually looks so serious and decent, but I never thought he was such a person behind the scenes. It's really unlucky. How could I live in the same building with such a person?"

"People need dignity, trees need bark. I've lived this long and have seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone so shameless. They sell their products right at my doorstep. Do they want to do business with their neighbors? Pah..."

Zhou Yian felt aggrieved when he heard such unbearable words. He knew that someone must have come to distribute cards again during the day. He felt aggrieved but could not defend himself.

She could only turn her head and pretend not to hear, lowering her head and quickening her pace up the stairs to avoid a direct conflict with others.

She took out her key, entered the house, and breathed a sigh of relief when she closed the door.

Mother Zhou was sitting in the living room. When she saw Zhou Yian coming back, she still said nothing. She shook her head and sighed.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"An An, let's move. This place is uninhabitable."

"But mom, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong, but people don't think so. Listen to how nasty the words were just spoken downstairs. What are you going to do if this continues? As a girl, your reputation is very important."

"Mom, I called the police. The truth will soon come out. The innocent will be innocent. I don't care what others say."

"But I care." Mother Zhou almost roared.

Zhou Yian looked at Mother Zhou with red eyes and was suddenly at a loss. He picked up the tissue on the table and handed it to Mother Zhou, feeling sad.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm unfilial and made you worry."

"An An, Mom doesn't mean to be angry with you, but look at you now. Those little cards are sent every day. There is no peace at home. How can we live like this?" Mother Zhou felt like a knife was cutting her heart. She had such a precious daughter. If something happened to her, how would she live?

"Mom, don't worry. I've already called the police, and my friends are helping me investigate. We've gotten some clues, and everything will be fine soon."

“And if we move and they find out, they will harass us the same way. What will we do then? We can’t just hide forever.” Zhou Yian expressed his concerns.

"Then... then we can only wait?"

"Trust me, okay? I'll take care of it. Don't worry."

In fact, Zhou Yian herself was unsure for the time being, but she knew that she couldn't panic, otherwise it would be even more difficult for Mother Zhou to hold on. The only thing she could hope for now was that Fu Shenyan's people could really find the person behind the scenes.

Before the matter was resolved, Zhou Yian went to work every day under the rumors of everyone. Some customers who had seen the card even began to have wild imaginations and fantasies after seeing her.

That day, Zhou Yian pushed the food cart to the box. The moment she pushed the door open, a bald old man in the crowd felt his eyes light up. Then he kept staring at Zhou Yian with a malicious and vulgar look in his eyes.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone in the box was drunk. The bald old man pretended to ask Zhou Yian to get him some wine. When she handed the wine over, he took the opportunity to grab her wrist with one hand and touched the back of her hand with the other hand, taking the opportunity to rub it in.

Zhou Yian was startled by the old man's sudden behavior and tried to pull her hand out quickly. Unexpectedly, the old man pulled hard and she was pulled over without any preparation. The bald man took the opportunity to open his arms and hug Zhou Yian.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Zhou Yian struggled to break free from the bald man's embrace, and looked angrily at the old man who was over fifty years old and could almost be his father.

However, the several old men around him not only did not lend a helping hand, but instead laughed as if they were watching a show, ignoring Zhou Yian's anger and started to make fun of him.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, this is asking an old cow to eat young grass."

"Mr. Zhang... is still strong despite his age. He doesn't even let go of such a young girl."

"Lao Zhang..., if your tigress finds out, you... will have to... kneel on a durian."

"Little sister...don't, brother...I have money. If you accompany me for a few drinks, I will buy you a bag, a very expensive bag." Alcohol makes the cowardly man bolder. At this time, the old man's face turned red and he spoke a little incoherently, but his eyes were still shining and he looked at Zhou Yian with a pair of lustful eyes.

As he said that, he stood up shakily and reached out to pull Zhou Yian.

Zhou Yian was frightened to death by the drunk old man in front of her. Seeing him stumbling over and trying to hug her, she ran out of the box in panic.

As soon as I ran out of the box, I bumped into someone.

"Ms. Zhou, why are you so anxious?" Fu Shenyan supported Zhou Yian.

"It's you, Mr. Fu..." Zhou Yian hesitated, looked at Fu Shenyan, and then looked at the door of the box.

"What's wrong?" Fu Shenyan looked at Zhou Yian curiously, then looked at the door of the box.

"No...nothing."

"Nothing? You look like nothing? Why are you running so fast? There's a ghost chasing you."

Fu Shenyan ignored Zhou Yian and pushed open the door of the box.

The old man was pulling the door, and when Fu Shenyan pushed the door, his already shaking body suddenly lost balance and he sat down on the ground.

He fell to the ground, half raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Yian who was standing at the door. His eyes only saw the stunning beauty in front of him and completely ignored Fu Shenyan who was standing at the door.

"Sister...sister, don't go." He stood up with the help of the door, stumbled and stretched out his arms to hug Zhou Yian.

Fu Shenyan, who was standing by, immediately understood why Zhou Yian came out of the box in such a hurry. It seemed that he had been sexually harassed.

Fu Shenyan was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. He kicked the bald old man to the ground with one kick. His movements were smooth and efficient. After kicking him, he turned around and raised his eyebrows to show his goodwill to Zhou Yian.

After the bald old man was kicked, he sobered up a lot. He slowly got up and sat up, groaning.

"Who are you? Why are you hitting someone?"

Several old men in the box ran out. Some helped the bald man up, while others surrounded Fu Shenyan and wanted to argue with him.

Fu Shenyan's innate nobility made them afraid to move forward rashly. They could only surround him, point fingers at him, and verbally condemn him for being wrong to hit others.

The bald man became furious after being kicked for no reason, especially when he saw that Fu Shenyan was alone, he wanted to take advantage of his numbers to teach Fu Shenyan a lesson.

He walked up to Fu Shenyan, holding his chest, and asked arrogantly: "You stinky boy, you dare to hit me? Do you want to die?"

Before he could finish his words, a loud slap was heard and the bald man flew out.

The bald old man was kicked down by Fu Shenyan again. Fu Shenyan has always been a decisive and ruthless person. Faced with such a group of people who provoked him, the bloodthirsty gene in his body was instantly awakened.

The onlookers were frightened by Fu Shenyan's sinister and cold face. The sinister aura emanating from his whole body made people feel creepy and terrified. Every time he took a step forward, the crowd took a step back and made way for him.

He slowly walked towards the bald man. When the bald man saw him walking towards him, there was murderous intent in his deep eyes. He felt cowardly and scared. He twisted his body like a maggot and moved backwards, trying to get away from him.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Shenyan walked calmly to the bald old man, squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently swept the man's chest where he had kicked him, and casually wiped away the footprints on his clothes left by his kick.