Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 545 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (24)

Yan Zhen noticed that although his face was still somewhat pale, he was in good spirits, a stark contrast to how he had struggled to even climb the stairs yesterday due to the pain from his wound.

As she asked, she prepared to get up: "Is your injury alright?"

As she stood up, she noticed a brand new pair of cotton slippers in front of the sofa, while her high heels were already on the shoe rack by the door.

"The wound has stopped bleeding, thank you for your concern, Miss Yan."

Xiao Yun seemed pleased with her casual question. Seeing that Yan Zhen had put on her shoes and gathered her long, loose hair to one side with one hand, he quickly took out a rose-red hair clip from his pocket.

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

Xiao Yun thought she was worried that someone else had used it, so she quickly said, "I bought it this morning, no one has used it."

Yan Zhen took the grabber, glanced at the cotton slippers on his feet and the unopened toiletries on the table, and a strange feeling crossed his mind.

As she casually pulled her hair up with a hair clip, she instructed, "Make the porridge a little thicker."

"Ok."

After washing up, Yan Zhen ate a very hearty breakfast.

Xiao Yun didn't know what she liked to eat, so he made a little bit of everything.

I made my own red bean and red date soy milk, congee with preserved egg and lean pork, egg and ham sandwiches, seaweed and dried shrimp wontons, pan-fried dumplings with pork and water chestnut filling, and a plate of appetizer pickled cucumbers.

Perhaps because she had slept well, Yan Zhen had a good appetite and found everything she ate delicious, taking a bite of this and a bite of that.

Xiao Yun sat opposite her, observing her every move and promptly serving her tea and water.

After Yan Zhen finished eating, he handed him a tissue.

Yan Zhen took the phone and wiped his mouth. At that moment, the screen of his phone, which was placed to the side, lit up. The driver, Lao Zhang, whom he had contacted twenty minutes earlier, sent him a message saying that he was already downstairs.

Yan Zhen got up to grab his bag from the sofa: "I have to go back."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun also stood up: "I'll see you downstairs."

"Don't bother, I'm not short of legs," Yan Zhen said. She walked to the door to put on her shoes, and when she saw Xiao Yun following her, she paused and said, "You've served me well. Is there anything you want?"

Xiao Yun was taken aback.

Seeing that he seemed about to refuse, Yan Zhen said calmly before he could speak, "Things don't happen more than three times. I'm not a patient person. Think it over before you speak."

Xiao Yun: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and, as if summoning his courage, said, "I'd like to add you on WeChat."

Retreat to advance?

Yan Zhen did not refuse, opened the QR code for Xiao Yun to scan, and then went out and left.

After going downstairs, Old Zhang opened the car door for Yan Zhen without looking to the side.

As a competent driver, he saw nothing and knew nothing about his married employer spending the night at the home of a young man ten years her junior.

As the car drove towards the Yan family home, Yan Zhen picked up a newspaper from the car and casually asked while reading it, "Did my parents and Gao Shenghan call you last night to ask where I was?"

To avoid unnecessary trouble, she didn't want anyone other than Lao Zhang to know that she had spent the night at Xiao Yun's house last night, especially Gao Shenghan.

Otherwise, he would make a scene on this basis, and in order to appease him, Yan's parents had to spend another sum of money.

Old Zhang cautiously replied, "I did call. I told them I'd drop you off at Southwest Road and then go home."

Southwest Road is the most bustling area in Hangzhou. Yan Zhen has annual passes to presidential suites at several hotels there, as well as a villa.

Old Zhang only said he would take her to Southwest Road, but he didn't say where he took her.

This answer, which was both offensive and defensive, and gave her plenty of room for explanation, deserves full marks.

“Okay.” Yan Zhen and he rehearsed their story. “This month’s bonus will be doubled.”

Old Zhang knew this was hush money and immediately said, "Thank you, Miss."

Back at the Yan family home, Yan Zhen was greeted by her mother as soon as she entered the door, who asked worriedly, "Zhenzhen, where did you go last night?"

"I wasn't feeling well last night, so I went to rest somewhere else." Yan Zhen handed her bag to the maid and went to the refrigerator to get herself a bottle of water.

"Why didn't you even say anything?" Yan's mother complained. "Do you know how worried your father, Shenghan, and I were?"

Yan Zhen said gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. I didn't sleep well the past few days, and I had a terrible headache after a busy day yesterday. I didn't want to go home and make you worry, so I went to rest somewhere else."

Upon hearing this, Yan's mother immediately forgot her complaints and looked at Yan Zhen with concern: "How are you now? Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm, much better. I slept quite well last night."

Seeing that her complexion looked alright, and even her dark circles had faded considerably, Yan's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

The mother and daughter talked for a while. Yan Zhen put down the water and looked up to find Gao Shenghan standing on the spiral staircase, frowning at her. She didn't know how long he had been looking at her.

Following Yan Zhen's gaze, Yan's mother looked at Gao Shenghan. Seeing that his expression was off, she whispered to Yan Zhen, "Your son-in-law kept looking for you last night, he was so worried that he almost called the police... Considering how much he cares about you, you should explain things to him properly, but don't argue."

Yan Zhen scoffed lightly: "Explain? What's there to explain?"

Yan's mother: "..."

Seeing the undisguised disgust in her daughter's eyes for Gao Shenghan, Yan's mother wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

The daughter has lost all patience with her son-in-law.

Yan Zhen took the elevator to the fifth floor, went back to her room to take a shower, and then sat in front of the dressing table to do her skincare routine.

At that moment, Gao Shenghan entered.

He sat on the sofa not far away, looking at Yan Zhen through the mirror on the dressing table.

"Aren't you going to explain what happened last night?"

Yan Zhen remained expressionless: "What's there to explain?"

“He didn’t come home last night, didn’t answer the phone, and came back this morning without changing his clothes or even removing his makeup…” Gao Shenghan’s face was calm, but his hand resting on the sofa armrest unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"Old Zhang said that you went to Southwest Road. Whether it's a hotel with an annual pass or a villa under your name, they all provide daily necessities and changes of clothes. If you really lived there, it wouldn't have turned out like this."

Yan Zhen turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a hint of smugness: "So, what do you want to say?"

Gao Shenghan: "..."

His gaze was fixed on Yan Zhen, his eyes filled with suppressed anger.

The two stared at each other across the distance, and invisible sparks crackled in the air.

Gao Shenghan felt powerless and inexplicably panicked. At that moment, a thought suddenly popped into his head—if only his wife wasn't a rich girl, but an ordinary housewife.

Approaching forty years old, she stays home taking care of her children and cooking, without a job or income, relying on his salary to make a living each month.

If she were that kind of person, I would have slapped her across the face right now.

Staying out all night and still acting so arrogantly, are you fucking tired of living?

But Gao Shenghan knew he couldn't.

His wife was not an ordinary family's daughter. Given her status, if he slapped her, it would trigger a tsunami that could overturn his life.