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Yu Heng went downstairs and drove to his usual beef noodle restaurant.

I glanced at the taillights as I got out of the car and realized I had a lot to do.

"Boss, one bowl of beef brisket noodles, please."

"Oh, it's Xiaoyu! Please have a seat, your noodles will be ready in a moment," the proprietress greeted her warmly upon seeing a regular customer.

"One bowl of beef brisket noodles, extra spicy, no cilantro!" the proprietress shouted to the kitchen.

This noodle shop is run by a husband and wife. It's very close to the hospital where Yu Heng's maternal grandfather works. Both he and his grandfather love their noodles because of their rich broth and fresh ingredients.

The noodle shop wasn't big, with only nine tables, but when Yu Heng arrived, there were only two empty tables left.

The noodles were served quickly. As Yu Heng ate them, he realized he had caught a cold; the noodles had lost their flavor. He would have to get some more medicine in the afternoon.

After finishing lunch, Yu Heng prepared to go to the police station. Thinking of Mr. Lin, who had been scammed in the neighborhood and whose story was recorded in the local public account as a case study, Yu Heng felt a little numb.

When they arrived at the police station, Yu Heng saw a familiar car in the parking area. He parked his car and took a look. Sure enough, the dent on the front of the car had not been repaired yet. The two cars were parked together, and at first glance, it looked like they had been brought to the police station by the police to mediate a dispute.

"Hello, this is Yu Heng. I received a call this morning saying that I was scammed out of 500,000 yuan by a charity website."

"Oh, you're Yu Heng?" The young police officer being questioned glanced at Yu Heng a few more times, then turned and shouted into the mediation room, "Old Zhan, there's another 500,000 here!"

Yu Heng was speechless, feeling like he had become the center of attention.

Fortunately, a middle-aged policeman came out of the mediation room immediately. He waved to Yu Heng at the door of the mediation room, and Yu Heng quickly went over.

Upon entering the mediation room, I saw another young man wearing a mask and a gray hoodie suit.

"Ah! It's you!" Chu Anlan was also surprised, not expecting to see this person again.

"Hello, Yu Heng," Yu Heng nodded to him.

"Hey, you two know each other?" Zhan Peng looked at the two of them.

"Just a brief encounter," Yu Heng said calmly.

“Okay, it’s good that we know each other. Um, you take off your mask and show your IDs.” Zhan Peng pointed at Chu Anlan.

Chu Anlan took off her mask, glanced at Zhan Peng, then at Yu Heng, and lowered her head, afraid of being recognized.

Yu Heng... well, what's with the strong feeling of stealing?

After that, the matter of the defrauded money was dealt with, and I also received a moral education lesson from the police officers. I downloaded anti-fraud software on my phone and left the police station with a brochure on fraud prevention.

Yu Heng let out a soft breath; he was finally out.

Chu Anlan followed Yu Heng dejectedly. He had just asked the police officer if he could not be posted online. The officer told him that it was not his responsibility, but the publicity department's. However, he told him not to worry, his privacy would not be exposed. Among so many Mr. Chus, who would know it was you? Chu Anlan was not comforted at all.

Yu Heng looked at Chu Anlan, who seemed to have been worn down by life, and was quite speechless.

Are they really destined to meet? Not only did their cars collide yesterday, but they were also scammed by the same website. However, Chu Anlan was a little better off than him, only losing 50,000 yuan.

Thinking of the look of surprise on Chu Anlan's face when she heard he had been scammed out of 500,000 yuan, Yu Heng felt a lump in his throat and immediately turned around to get into the car, not wanting to lose face.

"Hey, wait a minute," Chu Anlan called out to Yu Heng, "You said you'd pay for your car repairs last time..."

"No need, I'm also partly responsible. I'll fix the car myself."

Chu Anlan thought about how he could casually donate 500,000 yuan, so he must be rich. "Alright, I suppose you don't need my money either, but I still have to apologize. I'm sorry!"

Yu Heng looked at the young man bowing and apologizing to him, and his heart clenched again. This guy is a nemesis!