I'm Just Getting Your Luck - Chapter 22

A Unique Kind of Gratitude

The last time Yingyu found herself at a police station, it was because she got caught sneaking over Zhou Chenyi’s community wall. This time, she was here for something much more noble—sticking up for someone in need.

The moment she stepped inside, memories of her past life working in the Demon Management Bureau hit her. The atmosphere almost felt… familiar.

She was the first to finish being questioned, and when she came out, Zhou Chenyi was already pacing anxiously.

Though still visibly tense, he tried to comfort her:
“I called Sun Lu. He’ll be here soon. You don’t have to worry.”

Yingyu, surprisingly composed, waved him off:
“No need for a lawyer. It’s fine. I can handle this.”

The soft whir of the water heater hummed beside them, almost echoing the bubbling anxiety inside Zhou Chenyi.

She had, after all, landed a solid hit—an elbow straight to the guy’s face. His cheek was swollen, and no one knew if it was serious.

“I know what I’m doing,” she reassured him with a smirk. “Even a medical check wouldn’t turn anything up.”

She glanced at his chapped lips and added playfully, “Have you forgotten my past? I practically lived in police stations.”

Zhou Chenyi finally relaxed a bit.

Yingyu leaned back in her chair, clearly comfortable in the surroundings—as if this were an old haunt of hers. He took a sip of water and asked,
“You were really a cop?”

“Yup. Mostly handled lost-and-found. Pretty chill.” She flashed a smile. “Haven’t done anything in a while, but all that muscle memory just came rushing back. I was awesome.”

“You were,” he said.

“I am, right?” she teased.

“…”

“You like—”

Before she could finish, Zhou Chenyi bent his head down and murmured,
“—only allowed to touch.”

“…I was going to say, do you like to fight?” Yingyu blinked. “I could teach you a few moves.”

Zhou Chenyi cleared his throat. “…Right.”

—

Once the other parties had wrapped up their questioning, all four were brought into the mediation room.

The lead officer, surname Xie, shut the glass door behind them.
“Everyone, take a seat.”

Zhou Chenyi, plastered arm in full display, sat down with his usual CEO air and said coldly,
“I’m not saying a word until my lawyer gets here.”

Everyone else: “…”

Officer Xie clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Relax, son. It’s a civil dispute, not a murder case.”

But Zhou Chenyi wasn’t feeling optimistic. One glance at the guy across from him—still drunk, face puffed up like a balloon—and he could already tell mediation wasn’t going to work.

Yingyu gave him a calming look, gently pulled his arm, and sat down beside him.
“Let’s begin.”

Officer Xie glanced at the footage.
“From the video, you can see the man hitting his wife first—dragging her by the hair at the hotel entrance, pushing her repeatedly. Then this young lady stepped in and kicked him. That’s about right?”

He turned to the woman, “You’re married?”

She nodded.
“Just registered this afternoon.”

The drunk guy slammed his ice pack on the table.
“What does my marriage have to do with her? She attacked me! Look at my face—I’m going to the hospital. I want a full injury assessment!”

Zhou Chenyi narrowed his eyes.
“She stepped in because your wife called for help. Plenty of witnesses.”

“That’s between husband and wife. She had no business getting involved,” he said, hugging his wife. The same wife who’d been crying in the street earlier was now defending him.

The officers exchanged helpless glances.

It was all too familiar: just married at noon, in a brawl by the afternoon. The woman had cried during her individual interview, saying she wanted a divorce. But now, they were acting like newlyweds again.

Honestly? The couple was messy, and these two bystanders were just unlucky enough to get caught in it.

And maybe it was Zhou Chenyi’s intimidating aura—or his mention of lawyers—that had put the man on edge.

The drunk guy suddenly barked,
“Who even are you? I don’t like your face. Officers, he’s got nothing to do with this. This is private. I want him out.”

Yingyu calmly said,
“He’s my boyfriend. He witnessed everything and has the right to be here.”

Zhou Chenyi didn’t correct her.

But Yingyu turned and added,
“Actually, he’s not my boyfriend. Please ask him to step outside.”

Police: “???”

Zhou Chenyi stared at her: What are you doing?

Yingyu leaned in and explained,
“I just don’t want anyone snapping photos of you in here. It wouldn’t be great for your reputation.”

Zhou Chenyi looked unimpressed.
“Reputation? I destroy mine just by showing up.”

Then he added quickly,
“Also, that guy shoved me while pushing my employee. I want to file for compensation.”

Officer Xie blinked.
“…Alright, stay.”

Yingyu straightened.
“And I may have left something out earlier. When I tried to break up the fight, he elbowed me in the stomach.”

Xie turned to the man.
“You hit her?”

“I did not!”

They rewound the footage. Sure enough, there was a flash of movement—an arm, Yingyu clutching her abdomen. It had happened quickly, but it was there.

“Still denying it?” Officer Xie barked.

The man threw up his hands.
“Fine, I won’t press charges about her kicking me. But this—” he dramatically pulled out a watch and placed it on the table. “She broke my Rolex. You’re paying for it.”

Yingyu’s heart dropped. Rolexes weren’t cheap.

The woman added fuel to the fire, pulling up the official listing.
“Original price: ¥237,000.”

Zhou Chenyi calmly dragged the watch over.
“This is yours?”

“Yeah. Market price: 200K. Yours now.”

He gave a smug look.
“You’re her boss, right? She probably can’t afford it—you’ll have to pay.”

Yingyu internally wept. This was the price of being a good person, huh?

She started calculating. Maybe if she sold her little house back in the demon world, the funds would just about cover it.

“Zhou Chenyi,” she whispered, “you should leave. I’ll handle this.”

He didn’t budge.
“No way you’re taking this loss. This watch? It’s a fake. No one would take it even if it were tossed in the street.”

The couple immediately got defensive.
“Lies!”

Everyone stared as Zhou Chenyi began breaking it down:

“This crown? Too large. Surface is rough—not authentic.
Center axis is hollow. A real one’s solid.
The dial? Bent edges. Shouldn’t deform like that.”

He gave a sharp grin.
“Laser engraving’s wrong, too. Maybe worth a few bucks as scrap.”

Then he leaned in, tapping the table.
“Final question: got the receipt or authenticity card?”

The man’s face gave it away.

Yingyu exhaled. Her savings were safe.

Just then, the door burst open. Another officer whispered something to Officer Xie.

Xie’s eyes narrowed.

He stood.
“With new evidence, we now suspect you two of theft. You’re coming with us for further investigation.”

The couple started arguing as they were led out.

“I told you not to come!”

“You’re the one who said we could scam them!”

“You were the one drinking all afternoon!”

Their bickering faded as they disappeared down the hall.

A young officer, still stunned, turned to Zhou Chenyi.
“Dude, are you in the luxury resale business or something? You know your stuff.”

“I’m not.”

“Wait—are you one of the cabinet brothers?” He gasped. “No wonder you’re so good-looking.”

Suddenly, Zhou Chenyi raised his wrist to reveal a sleek watch. It looked exactly like the one that had just caused all the chaos—but this one gleamed with quality.

“At 9:10,” he said, checking it with flair. “My driver’s been waiting.”

Everyone: “!”

Yingyu: “…Here he goes again.”

She followed him out and gave him a serious pat on the head.
“Thank you, Zhou Chenyi.”

“…Did you just pet me like a dog?”

People passed by on the sidewalk as Zhou Chenyi leaned down and gave her a head pat of his own.
“You’ve got a strange way of saying thanks.”

“Let’s go home. I’ll make you some chicken br3ast.”

Night had fallen, lights glowing across the city. Yingyu jogged ahead, and Zhou Chenyi called after her:

“Hey! I’m not a cat—I don’t want chicken!”

“You can skip dinner, then.”

“…Fine, just give me some soy sauce.”

“Want it in a sandwich?”

“Barely acceptable.”

The two strolled through the street, laughter between them like a breeze.

But when they got to where her scooter should’ve been, something was off.

No scooter. No beeps when she hit the remote. Nothing.

Yingyu slowly turned toward Zhou Chenyi.

“…Where’s my bike?”

He pretended to scan the area.
“Should be here somewhere… Kinda dark tonight.”

“Did you lock it?”

“Um… I was flustered. My hand’s injured. Maybe, possibly… didn’t lock it?”

He tried a sheepish smile.

“Come on, it’s right next to the police station. Who’d be dumb enough to steal there, right?”

“…Zhou. Chenyi. You’re. Done.”

“Let’s not panic—!”