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

Chapter 243 Killing the Cuckoo (58)

The next day, Yan Zhen appeared at Wenfu Bakery with dark circles under her eyes, which surprised Wang Jinqiu.

"Didn't you go to be with your boyfriend? Why are you back?"

Yan Zhen, holding a cup of coffee, leaned against the counter and said lazily, "We broke up."

Wang Jinqiu was taken aback: "Huh? Why?"

Recalling what happened yesterday, Yan Zhen felt a surge of wickedness. He beckoned to Wang Jinqiu, signaling her to come closer, and whispered, "He's impotent."

Wang Jinqiu, who also has children, immediately understood what Yan Zhen meant.

"Shoot in seconds?"

"Ah."

He doesn't look like it.

"Right, I thought so too... who knew..."

Yan Zhen went on and on, making up a bunch of bad things about Jing Chen to Wang Jinqiu. After he finished, the frustration that had been building up in his chest felt much better.

Talking badly about someone behind their back is unethical, but it's really satisfying to say it all.

After listening, Wang Jinqiu's expression was full of regret: "What a pity. Mr. Qi is so handsome, his family seems to be well-off, and he has a good temper and personality. How could he... Sigh, why don't you take him to see a doctor? I know a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who is very good at treating this kind of thing."

"...No," Yan Zhen said. "It's better to find another treatment than to try a different one."

Wang Jinqiu couldn't persuade her, so he had to give up.

It's the weekend, and the store is quite busy. Yan Zhen started working as soon as the store opened.

She was packing cakes for customers at the counter when someone suddenly knocked on the counter.

She looked up and saw Jing Chen standing outside the counter, looking at her with a chilling gaze.

Yan Zhen immediately became wary: "What are you doing here?"

Jing Chen said expressionlessly, "Buy a cake."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Since the guest was a guest, she smiled and said, "Okay, sir, please look over here. What would you like to eat?"

Looking at her hypocritical expression, Jing Chen curled his lip and casually pointed to a green grape cake: "This one."

"This won't work; you're allergic to grapes."

Jing Chen paused slightly, then pointed to another one: "I want that one."

"That won't work either, it contains eggs."

Jing Chen was silent for a few seconds, then, as if he had thought of something, he leaned against the counter, looking quite pleased with himself: "So, what can I eat?"

Yan Zhen handed the packaged cake to the waiting customer next to him. After seeing the customer off, he looked at Jing Chen and said, "The kitchen still has that set of allergy-resistant tools specially made for you when making cakes."

Jing Chen raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming even more pleased.

But before he could speak, Yan Zhen said, "If you pay ten times the price, Chef Wang from our shop can make time to make you a non-allergenic cake, so you won't have to buy anything and then blame us if you get sick."

Jing Chen: "..."

As he pulled out his wallet, he gritted his teeth and muttered to Yan Zhen in front of her, "You heartless woman."

Yan Zhen received ten times the amount in cash and then turned around to place an order.

Jing Chen placed his order but didn't leave. He sat down at one of the tables and chairs in the store where customers could dine in, staring idly at Yan Zhen who was busy behind the counter.

Yan Zhen pretended not to notice his gaze and continued with what she was doing.

Wang Jinqiu worked quickly, and an hour later, the cake specially made for Jingchen was ready.

She personally delivered the packaged cake to Jing Chen, only to find him staring intently at Yan Zhen, who remained aloof and didn't even glance at her.

Clearly, one of them is bothered by the other's impotence in that area, while the other can't bear to part with the other.

Wang Jinqiu had a good impression of "Qi Zhaoyi". She considered herself an experienced person and, based on her understanding of men, she believed that if Yan Zhen could be with "Qi Zhaoyi", his married life would definitely not be bad.

Thinking of this, she took a pen and paper, wrote down a number, and quietly slipped it to Jingchen.

Upon receiving the note, Jing Chen looked surprised: "This is..."

"Go see a doctor," Wang Jinqiu said with a kind face. "You're so young, you can definitely be cured. Don't be discouraged."

Jing Chen: "...What?"

“My ex-husband was like that before. He saw this doctor, took the medicine for a while and got better. We also had a daughter together.” Wang Jinqiu said earnestly, “Don’t feel embarrassed. Young people these days are under a lot of pressure. It’s normal to have problems in that area.”

After Wang Jinqiu finished speaking, she gave him an encouraging look, then turned around and went back to the kitchen to get busy.

It took Jing Chen a while to process what was happening. He looked at the little note in his hand, then at Yan Zhen, and realized that this woman must have been spreading rumors about him to Wang Jinqiu behind his back. He almost laughed out of anger.

Say he is not good enough?

good good!

Is this how you want to play?

Jing Chen quickly came up with a plan to get revenge on her.

Seeing that there were quite a few customers waiting to pay and pick up their goods at the counter, he ruffled his hair and loosened his collar to make himself look decadent and dejected. Then he got up, walked around the counter, reached out and grabbed Yan Zhen's sleeve, looking at her expectantly.

Yan Zhen was bewildered by Jing Chen's sudden action, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart: "What are you doing?"

The next moment, Jing Chen burst into tears in front of all the guests: "Don't break up with me. The doctor said that erectile dysfunction is not a serious illness. I can definitely be cured if I cooperate with the treatment. Please, don't abandon me for this reason."

Yan Zhen slipped and glared at Jing Chen: "What nonsense are you spouting! Get out!"

Jing Chen persisted, reaching out to hug her: "No, wife, please, don't break up with me, I promise I'll take my medicine and get better..."

Facing the subtle, awkward, or suppressed laughter of the customers outside the counter, Yan Zhen felt a chill run down his spine and his toes curled up on the ground.

Unable to get rid of Jing Chen, she could only call another employee to fill in while she dragged Jing Chen away in a hurry.

Stepping out of the studio, Jing Chen instantly regained his composure. Before Yan Zhen could even speak, he preemptively slammed in, "Awkward, aren't you? Serves you right! Who told you to speak ill of me in front of Wang Jinqiu!"

Yan Zhen: "..."

OK! She was in the wrong in this matter. Not only did she talk badly about people behind their backs, but the person in question also found out.

"What do you want?" Yan Zhen frowned. "Now that you've regained your memories, you should know that there's no future for us."

As soon as she mentioned this, Jing Chen's nonchalant smile vanished, and he lowered his head to kick a small pebble next to the green belt with the tip of his shoe: "Yeah, I know."

"Then what are you doing at the studio?"

It can't really be just to buy a cake.

Jing Chen opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Yan Zhen noticed something amiss: "You still like me?"

Jing Chen was immediately annoyed by her questioning tone and said, "What, is that not allowed?"

"you……"

Before Yan Zhen could even open her mouth, Jing Chen immediately covered her mouth with his hand: "Shut up, I'm your boss, I don't need you to tell me what to do!"

Yan Zhen: "..."

Once he was sure she wouldn't say anything more hurtful, Jingchen released her hand: "I'm leaving."

"where to?"

“Where else can we go? Back to the Quick Transmigration Division,” Jing Chen said irritably. “It’s better than us getting tired of each other here.”

Hearing that he wanted to voluntarily leave this world, Yan Zhen felt a strange sense of guilt.

If I hadn't provoked him, his spiritual restoration wouldn't have been forced to stop.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Yan Zhen sighed. "Is there anything you want? As compensation, I can exchange it with points..."

"What do you want?" Jing Chen looked her up and down. "What I want... will you give it to me?"

His voice trailed off, conveying everything without words.

Yan Zhen's lips twitched, and he suddenly asked a completely unrelated question: "Who formulated the reward and punishment system of the Quick Transmigration Division?"

Although Jing Chen was puzzled, he still said, "Me."

Yan Zhen started rolling up his sleeves: "How many points will be deducted for beating up the main god?"

Jing Chen: "..."

He took two steps back, his expression turning serious: "I'm not teasing you anymore, let's get down to business."

Yan Zhen frowned. What important matter could he possibly have to discuss with him?

“My divine sense has a wide coverage in the three thousand worlds. With your unlucky constitution, you may encounter me again in the future. To be on the safe side, I will give you two choices.”

Yan Zhen adopted a posture of listening attentively.

"First, from now on, just do missions and don't fall in love in the small world. That way, we can avoid situations like this where we almost slept with someone we know."

Yan Zhen sneered: "On what grounds?"

To avoid encountering him, she has to purify herself of all desires. Is this fair to her, who relies on completing tasks in the Three Thousand Worlds to gain lifespan and experience?

“I knew you wouldn’t agree.” Jing Chen sneered. “Secondly, don’t date while you’re on missions. Give me some time, and I will… try my best to let you go.”

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

She remained silent for a while, then said, "Okay."

Seeing that she agreed, Jing Chen's tone became more relaxed. He waved to her as he backed away, saying, "Then I'm leaving."

Yan Zhen watched him leave, exhaled, and, leaving behind the inexplicable emotions in her heart, turned and walked towards the studio.

-

Six months later, the documentary about wives of gay men, titled "The Life of Grass and Trees," was released.

At the same time, Qi Zhaoyi's studio issued an obituary—renowned documentary director Qi Zhaoyi suddenly fell ill and passed away in the hospital.

The gimmick of "the posthumous work of a famous director" elevated "The Life of Grass and Trees" to new heights, and for a time, the entire internet was abuzz with attention to wives of gay men.

Many wives of gay men have shared their tragic experiences online, recounting how they were tricked into marriage. Numerous posts have also been published on how to identify gay men who engage in marriage fraud, serving as a reminder to unmarried women to immediately distance themselves from anyone they suspect of being a marriage fraudster.

Yan Zhen watched the documentary on a cool early summer evening. She repeatedly savored the resounding script and was momentarily lost in thought.

Just then, my phone beeped with a WeChat notification; it was a message from He Xiaolian.

"Sister Gao, I bought a house! I have a home now!"

Below is a photo of a red property ownership certificate.

After leaving the small town, He Xiaolian initially went to work for Bao'er's company, but that MCN agency exploited its internet celebrities, so Bao'er simply terminated her contract with them and started working independently with He Xiaolian.

After exploring for more than half a year, the two finally found their niche, rented an old house in the countryside, and started becoming home renovation bloggers.

He Xiaolian is skillful and clever, and Bao'er is good at marketing; they managed to build up the new account in less than three months.

With the profits from this account, He Xiaolian bought a house outright.

After breaking free from the emotional entanglement of her family of origin, she started her own family.

Yan Zhen smiled slightly as he saw the joy overflowing in He Xiaolian's words and replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

"Great job, congratulations!"

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