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

Chapter 529 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (8)

Isn't now the perfect opportunity to make Yan's father disappointed in Yan Heng?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen began to subtly provoke: "Dad, say less. You've been working all day, and you still have to educate your son when you get home. I feel exhausted just watching you."

Upon hearing this, Yan's father, who was originally planning to keep quiet, immediately said, "Only you know how tired I am. If this good-for-nothing also knew how tired I am, why would I need to be working so hard outside at over sixty years old!"

As Yan's father spoke, he didn't forget to glare at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng pretended not to see it, brushed the dust off his body, washed his hands, and sat down to eat.

Yan Zhen glanced at the father and son, and seeing that Yan Heng was not taking the bait at all, she secretly played a trick again, asking Yan's father as if it were an unintentional thing: "Dad, don't be angry. It's your sixty-third birthday in two months. How about we have a birthday party to celebrate?"

Feeling frustrated, Yan's father blurted out without thinking, "Why hold a birthday party? I'm not in the mood!"

"Don't say such hurtful things," Yan Zhen said. "Even if we don't hold a big event, we can still have a family dinner. Xiao Heng's fiancée, Miss Xing Ruo, hasn't visited in a long time. Let's invite her over for a meal and catch up."

Otherwise, given Xiao Heng's passive attitude of rarely leaving the house throughout the year, if the girl becomes disheartened, the marriage might fall through.

When the topic of his son's marriage came up, Yan's father suddenly lost his appetite.

A few years ago, Yan Heng started dating a girlfriend named Li Xingruo who was more than ten years younger than him.

The girl was only nineteen when she got engaged to Yan Heng. At the time, Yan's father thought that in another year or two, when Li Xingruo reached the legal marriage age, Yan Heng would get married and he would soon have a grandson.

Unexpectedly, six years have passed in the blink of an eye. From the age of nineteen to twenty-five, Yan Heng has never mentioned marriage.

He pretended not to hear when his family mentioned it, and in the past two years, he hasn't even left the house, whether it's a holiday or Valentine's Day.

Perhaps influenced by his attitude, Li Xingruo would visit the family a year or two before her engagement, but in the past year or so, she simply disappeared without a trace, as if this person had never appeared.

Yan's father hadn't thought of this before, but after Yan Zhen mentioned it, he immediately put down his chopsticks and asked Yan Heng, "Did you break up with Miss Li?"

"……No."

"Then why don't you go see her?" Yan's father asked sharply. "Tell me yourself, how long has it been since you left the house? What normal couple in love goes this long without seeing each other!"

"She's at work, too busy," Yan Heng said vaguely. "I'll go see her in a few days."

"What does 'a few days' mean?"

Yan Heng: "...It'll be in a few days."

"Don't try to fool me!" Yan's father sensed something was wrong from Yan Heng's subtle attitude. "Call Miss Li now and invite her over for dinner tomorrow."

Yan Heng: "..."

He patted his pockets: "I didn't bring my phone."

Determined to find out how his son's relationship had progressed, Yan's father told the housekeeper, "Go to the basement and bring up his phone."

Seeing this, Yan's mother interjected, "Old Yan, stop making a fuss, let's talk after we finish eating."

"Do you think I still have an appetite?" Yan's father said irritably.

If he doesn't find out today whether his son is single again, he feels he probably won't be able to sleep well tonight.

The housekeeper quickly brought Yan Heng's phone up. Yan Heng opened his contacts, his expression slowly becoming subtle, and he hesitated to make a call.

Yan's father asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Heng: "..."

He put his phone away, stood up, and said, "I'm full, I'm going back to the farm..."

"Sit down!" Yan's father suddenly shouted.

Yan Heng: "..."

Gao Xinyu, who was sitting next to Yan Zhen, was startled and quickly reassured him, "Grandpa, don't be so fierce."

Yan's mother also tried to smooth things over: "Yes, what if we scare Xiao Heng!"

"Shut up!" Yan's father was furious. He walked up to Yan Heng and held out his hand. "Give me the phone."

Yan Heng was as cowardly as a quail. After hesitating for a moment, he handed over his phone, then shrank his neck and gave a resigned look, as if he was waiting to be scolded.

Yan's father opened his phone's contacts and scrolled through them, only to find that Yan Heng's phone only had four contact numbers: his parents, Yan Zhen, and Gao Shenghan.

He didn't have Li Xingruo's phone number saved at all.

"What happened?" Yan's father said sternly, "You didn't even save your girlfriend's phone number? Have you two broken up? Tell me the truth!"

Yan Heng: "..."

He opened his mouth, then whispered, "Pretty much, anyway, I have no plans to get married right now."

Upon hearing this, Yan's father turned ashen with rage and raised his hand to strike Yan Heng: "I'll beat you to death, you useless thing!"

Yan's mother and the housekeeper rushed forward to stop them.

"Master, don't be angry. Anger is harmful to your health."

“Xiao Heng has always been like this, why are you arguing with him?” While comforting her husband, Yan’s mother winked at Yan Heng, signaling him to hurry back to the basement.

Yan's father took in his wife's subtle actions, which only fueled his anger. He yelled at her, "A doting mother spoils her son! Look at what you've done to him! If it weren't for you..."

"Don't curse my mother," Yan Heng suddenly raised his voice.

Yan's father was taken aback: "What did you say?"

Yan Heng has always been timid and speaks softly. He finally mustered up the courage to say something loud, but his father's question made him lose his momentum again.

"Whatever I become has nothing to do with my mother, so please don't scold her."

"You still have the nerve to defend your mother?" Yan's father laughed angrily. "Look at you, you're neither human nor ghost. At your age, you stay at home all day playing with dolls. Are you even a girl?"

I'm too embarrassed to tell people I have a son. I'm afraid they'll ask me how old he is, what he does, whether he's married, and how many children he has! I'm too ashamed to say it!

I've succeeded at everything I've done in my life, except for giving birth to such a good-for-nothing. You're the biggest failure of my life!

These words were so harsh that Yan Heng's face paled slightly.

He looked directly at Yan's father, his demeanor weak but his face full of stubbornness: "I'm just doing what I want to do, is that wrong? Do I have to live the life you've planned for me in order not to disappoint you?"

"That's right! You eat my food and drink my water, so you have to listen to me!" Yan's father cursed. "What kind of son is thirty-seven years old and still sponging off his parents like you! It's fine if you sponge off your parents, I have money, it's not like I can't afford to support a good-for-nothing like you! But you still don't listen to me!"

I don't care if you want to make those broken dolls, but at least you have to get married and produce an heir with the surname Yan, otherwise the family business I've built up my whole life will end with you! What am I doing this for?!

Yan Zhen, who was silently watching the show from the sidelines: "..."

In Yan's father's eyes, his daughter, who was surnamed Yan, was not worthy of being an heir.

At this point, Yan's father became furious, pointing his finger at Yan Heng's nose and cursing, "You must go out and find Miss Li tomorrow, get married within a month, and give me a son within two years. If you don't do as you say, get out of the Yan family, and I'll pretend I never had a son like you!"