Chapter 20 Master Yang, Save Me! (Patreon)

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Jiang Zhenzhen's gracious invitation was hard for Yang Haoran to refuse, especially with the matter of Sister Li mentioning his girlfriend, which indeed stirred some feelings in him.

Yang Haoran's next plan was to buy a house, get married, have children, and bring his parents to the city for a comfortable life.

Buying a house had been his ongoing effort, and now he had saved up some money. With a few more years of hard work, buying a house in Lecheng shouldn't be a problem.

As for getting married and having children, that was a challenge. After all, he couldn't have a child on his own; he needed a wife for that. And to have a wife, he first needed a girlfriend.

People all have their weaknesses, and Yang Haoran was no exception.

Without a doubt, in the end, Yang Haoran closed the rolling door and left the grocery store with the two beauties.

Having supper together, Yang Haoran undoubtedly became the center of attention. Both Sister Li and Jiang Zhenzhen were extremely warm towards him, especially Jiang Zhenzhen, who continuously thanked him from the bottom of her heart. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he felt a bit embarrassed.

At eleven fifty, Yang Haoran returned to the grocery store. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend more time with the two beauties, but he had to hurry back to worship the Death God Statue.

He had just brought back the Death God Statue today, and he didn't want to be late on the first day of worship. That would seem insincere, and if he were the god of death, he wouldn't appreciate such a follower.

So, Yang Haoran had to bid farewell to the two beauties and return home alone.

People, whether male or female, if they still didn't want to be single by the age of thirty, then there were inevitably some problems, either in their personality or in other aspects. Yang Haoran was one of them.

Back behind the green curtain, Yang Haoran spent ten minutes freshening up. The cold tap water helped dissipate some of the alcohol.

At twelve o'clock, he lit the incense punctually, with devoutness.

Having done all this, and after checking for any omissions, he collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In his dreams, he bought a new house, got married, had children, brought his parents to the city, and the whole family lived happily together. After much effort, his dream finally came true.

However, just as he immersed himself in the dream, the phone suddenly rang, startling him awake.

"I'm free like the wind, just like your tenderness, unable to hold on..."

The ringtone, off-key and off-tune, was not the original singer, but it sounded funny and gave a relaxed and pleasant feeling.

But now, Yang Haoran, awakened by this ringtone, didn't find it funny at all. Instead, he felt annoyed.

Dreams in reality were like bubbles, easily burst with a touch. Yang Haoran dared not hope, so he could only indulge in dreams. Now, he had barely started dreaming, only to be awakened. His frustration was understandable.

In a daze, he grabbed the phone and impatiently answered, "Hello," expressing his current annoyance.

The response to Yang Haoran was a terrified and hoarse cry, "Master Yang, help me! Help me! Come to my house and save me!"

Initially groggy, Yang Haoran's sleepiness vanished instantly, and he sat up abruptly.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Haoran's expression changed drastically, his voice urgent.

"I..."

The phone rang with static, and the terrified, hoarse cry didn't come through again.

The one who called Yang Haoran so suddenly was none other than Jiang Zhenzhen.

What could have happened to Jiang Zhenzhen?

Yang Haoran wondered, seeing that it was almost three in the morning. He didn't know what danger Jiang Zhenzhen had encountered, so he quickly redialed the number!

However, the call couldn't be connected. Yang Haoran was somewhat persistent; he tried several times in a row, but the result was the same.

"Could she have encountered thugs?" Yang Haoran suddenly thought.

Despite Jiang Zhenzhen's small stature, apart from her height being a disadvantage, everything else about her was quite good. She had the right proportions, delicate features, and fair skin, making her a charming lolita type beauty.

For men who liked this type, she was quite appealing, making it plausible for thugs to harass her.

"Could it be that someone followed her home after supper?" Various melodramatic scenes from TV shows flashed through Yang Haoran's mind.

Shaking his head, he pushed away these messy thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, he got out of bed, quickly dressed, and briskly opened the rolling door, rushing out.

Yang Haoran thought Jiang Zhenzhen was a decent person, not because of her appearance, but because of a feeling. Perhaps it was because Jiang Zhenzhen had a good personality, or maybe because he saw a reflection of his past self in her, which made him feel a sense of empathy. Regardless, since she had called for help, he couldn't ignore it. Jiang Zhenzhen wasn't just a client; she even sincerely treated him to supper at night. With people being susceptible to flattery and favors, he was susceptible to both. In such a situation, if he ignored Jiang Zhenzhen's plea for help because of danger, Yang Haoran couldn't bring himself to do it.

In his view, although he was a con artist, he was a principled one.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt too passive without any tools, so he rushed back inside the grocery store and grabbed a kitchen knife.

On the street, Yang Haoran hailed a taxi. But when the driver saw him holding a kitchen knife, before letting him in, he stepped on the gas and disappeared.

Perhaps it was fate. As soon as that taxi left, another one arrived. It was already three o'clock, and getting a taxi at this hour required some luck. For someone like Yang Haoran, encountering two taxis successively was naturally good luck.

This time, Yang Haoran was smarter. He wrapped the kitchen knife in his clothes, trying to hide it from the driver's view. Otherwise, the outcome would surely be the same as before.

It proved to be the right move. The driver didn't notice anything wrong and let him in. Yang Haoran didn't hesitate; he immediately told the driver the name of the residential area where Jiang Zhenzhen lived.

The driver remained silent, whether out of exhaustion or for some other reason. After Yang Haoran spoke, he stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow.

With few vehicles on the road at night, the taxi sped quickly. What would take over ten minutes during the day was now covered in just three or four minutes.

After paying and getting out of the car, Yang Haoran rushed into the residential area. He had thought of asking the security guard for help, but the guard was nowhere to be found, having disappeared somewhere.

With such lax security guards at the gate, it was not surprising that outsiders could come and go as they pleased, and it wouldn't be strange if something happened.

Time was of the essence, so Yang Haoran couldn't afford to wait for the security guard to return. Based on his memory, he determined the location of Jiang Zhenzhen's apartment and hurried there.

This residential area wasn't a high-rise apartment building, and it was a bit old. There weren't many buildings, so although Yang Haoran had only been here once, he could remember which building and unit Jiang Zhenzhen lived in.

After a moment, Yang Haoran arrived at Jiang Zhenzhen's unit. There were no security doors at the entrance, so he rushed into the hallway.

Jiang Zhenzhen lived on the fifth floor, and Yang Haoran sprinted up without stopping. Suddenly, he remembered that he hadn't called the police!

In situations like this, calling the police was necessary. With the police's help, apprehending a bold thug would be a piece of cake. The suddenness of the situation, coupled with his lack of complete wakefulness and his brain not functioning properly, caused him to overlook this issue.

But it wasn't too late to remember now. He would call the police first and then help Jiang Zhenzhen. If he could apprehend the suspect smoothly, that would be great. If the opponent was too strong for him, he could try to delay until the police arrived.

With a plan in mind, he quickly reached for his phone in his pocket. But the next moment, he froze. His pocket was empty, not just without the phone, but without anything. He had forgotten to bring his phone!

Without a phone, talking about calling the police was just empty talk!

Normally, Yang Haoran wouldn't make such a basic mistake. But he had drunk too much last night, and now he hadn't fully sobered up yet. His brain was muddled, and coupled with the suddenness of the situation, he had forgotten to bring his phone.

Yang Haoran cursed himself for being too careless, which led to his current passivity.

However, despite his carelessness, it must be said that he was indeed very fast. From receiving the phone call to now, only ten minutes had passed. To arrive here in such a short time, apart from his own speed, the taxi driver also played a crucial role.

Of course, another reason was that Jiang Zhenzhen's residence wasn't too far from his grocery store. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to arrive here so quickly.

With the kitchen knife in hand, Yang Haoran rushed straight to the fifth floor. When he stopped, he was already at Jiang Zhenzhen's door.

The door was tightly closed, and Yang Haoran was panting heavily. Just then, a terrified scream came from inside the apartment,

"Don't come over! Don't come over! Go away!!!"

The terrified scream was full of helplessness, and even a hint of crying could be heard.

Yang Haoran's face turned very ugly, and he couldn't help but curse loudly with the kitchen knife in his hand, "Damn it! Are you starving? So audacious!"

As he cursed, he pounded on the door with his fist, the dull thuds echoing through the entire hallway.

"Open the door! If you don't, I'll call the police!!!" Yang Haoran roared.

His roar made the door creak open, but it wasn't Jiang Zhenzhen's door that opened, it was the door behind Yang Haoran.

"Shut up! Can't you shut up! If you don't sleep, I still need to sleep! You young people nowadays are too liberal. It's past three in the morning, and you're still making a racket. I can hear everything from the next room! Are you courting death? Have some decency!"

An angry roar came from behind, and Yang Haoran abruptly turned around. The person was a middle-aged man, tall and burly. Upon seeing him, Yang Haoran didn't get angry for being scolded; instead, he felt relieved!

His relief showed on his face, and with the kitchen knife in hand, he rushed towards the middle-aged man. This startled the middle-aged man, who had intended to scold some more but decided to shut his door and hide in his own apartment.

Yang Haoran was quick to react, grabbing the edge of the security door, preventing it from closing completely.

"What the hell are you doing!" The middle-aged man tried to act calm, but his eyes betrayed his panic.

"Big brother, help me! There's a thug in the apartment, and he's trying to harm my friend! I can't open this door alone!" Yang Haoran, who needed help urgently, hurriedly spoke up.

"Harm? What harm?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled.

Yang Haoran became anxious. "Harm, you know! A man trying to harm a woman! Don't you understand?!"

"I don't understand!" The middle-aged man retorted angrily, about to close the door.

"Wait!" Yang Haoran stopped him, then forcefully pulled the security door open, revealing his head to look at the middle-aged man. He quickly said, "I'll pay you! Help me!"

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