"Hello, my friend is in that fitting room. Please keep an eye on it and don't let anyone enter casually," Jiang Ziyu said to the store clerk at the cashier.
The clerk, curious but too embarrassed to ask, could only nod in response.
Seeing her leave, the clerk worried about a potential shoplifting attempt and dared not relax, keeping her eyes fixed on the fitting room.
Exiting the men's store, Jiang Ziyu entered a women's boutique. She casually picked out a set of lingerie, paid for it, and returned to the men's store.
Entering the fitting room, Jiang Ziyu looked at Sheng Yan, who was still unconscious.
So weak and useless!
Half an hour later, a human blockade formed on the street outside the mall.
Passersby took out their phones to record, and after a few seconds of network delay, the footage on all major platforms transformed from ordinary news into Sheng Yan lying on the street in sexy lingerie.
Jiang Ziyu covered her mouth and burst into hearty laughter. She looked back at Sheng Yan, who was stunned and being gawked at by the crowd, and regretted not taking more photos in the fitting room to make a photo album for him.
"Get lost! No photos!" Sheng Yan, covering his body, frantically batted away the phones being thrust towards him.
The more frantically he batted, the more excited the photographers became.
Above the crowd, Sheng Yan's enraged roars echoed, "Jiang Ziyu, I'm going to kill you!"
Ignoring his fury, Jiang Ziyu gradually moved away from the commotion and waited for the green light at the pedestrian crossing.
With the sound of beeps, the crowd began to move forward. Pedestrians on the crosswalk brushed past each other, heading forward.
As the countdown timer ticked down, someone suddenly shouted.
"Someone fell!"
Everyone stopped. Some people moved away indifferently, while others stood by helplessly.
Jiang Ziyu had intended to leave, but through a gap, she saw an elderly man lying on the ground in pain. She quickly turned and ran towards the crowd.
Observing the old man's symptoms, Jiang Ziyu immediately reached out to disperse the crowd, "Everyone, step back, don't crowd together, he needs fresh air!"
As people looked on with skepticism, one person chose to believe, and the others followed suit.
Jiang Ziyu casually grabbed a man nearby who was looking at his phone and commanded, "Call 120, this is the intersection of Chunjiang Road."
The man, bewildered, made the call to the 120 emergency center under Jiang Ziyu's direction.
Everyone watched nervously as Jiang Ziyu unbuttoned the old man's collar and then fumbled through his shirt pocket, retrieving a small bottle of an unknown spray.
"Sir, please open your mouth," Jiang Ziyu knelt on one knee before the old man and whispered in his ear.
The old man, still somewhat conscious, struggled to open his mouth as one end of the spray was inserted.
Jiang Ziyu sprayed rhythmically into his mouth, feeling the old man's breathing gradually stabilize before she stopped.
"He's awake!"
"Thank you!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed exaggeratedly, while others applauded excitedly.
Jiang Ziyu watched as the ambulance stopped by the roadside and the paramedics lifted the old man into the vehicle.
"Do you want to come along?" a nurse at the back asked Jiang Ziyu as she passed by.
Glancing at the time and seeing that the old man was out of danger, Jiang Ziyu shook her head, declining the offer.
Seeing her reluctance, the medical staff did not insist.
The old man was taken away by the ambulance, and the crowd that had gathered on the street gradually dispersed.
...
"Jiang Ziyu, did you do this!"
As soon as she entered the company, Jiang Feifei blocked Jiang Ziyu's path, holding her phone and looking furious.
"So what if I did, so what if I didn't," Jiang Ziyu replied lazily.
If nothing else, Jiang Feifei was truly devoted. Sheng Yan, such a scumbag, was lucky to have her affection.
Seeing Jiang Ziyu about to leave, Jiang Feifei stubbornly stopped her, "You're truly promiscuous, occupying the position of Madam Di while also stringing Sheng Yan along."