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

Chapter 617 Dawn (23)

Yan Zhen stared at him intently.

After a while, she walked over and reached out to hug Jingchen.

Jing Chen paused for a moment.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Jing Chen raised his hand and ruffled her hair, his tone tinged with amusement: "It's nothing."

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In September, Yan Zhen started junior high school, while Jing Chen went to a local science and technology university in Haicheng.

His college entrance examination scores were high enough to get him into one of the top ten key universities in the country. His homeroom teacher came to Jing's house several times to try to persuade him to change his mindset, but he refused each time.

The university is more than 20 kilometers away from her new home, so Jingchen did not choose to live on campus in order to make it easier to take care of Yanzhen.

That same year, the subway opened in Haicheng. He would get up early every day to squeeze onto the subway to go to class, and when he returned in the evening, he would always be carrying groceries he had picked up from the supermarket on his way.

Because of her outstanding appearance and strong professional skills, Jing Chen gradually gained fame in the modeling industry. In addition to her daily commercial runway shows, Yan Zhen would occasionally see Jing Chen on the cover of fashion magazines.

As Jingchen's income increased, Yanzhen's standard of living improved dramatically.

Eating and drinking became more refined and sophisticated, wardrobes were updated seasonally, and the price of a pair of shoes could equal a month's living expenses for two people.

In addition to giving Yan Zhen a five-figure allowance every month, Jing Chen also began to encourage her to cultivate more hobbies.

Yan Zhen tried calligraphy, photography, painting, dancing, and various musical instruments, but eventually fell in love with rock climbing, surfing, diving, bungee jumping, skydiving, skateboarding, and boxing.

To this end, Jing hired a professional boxing coach to teach Zhen boxing and kickboxing.

In the second semester of seventh grade, Yan Zhen began to grow taller. The slightly chubby, round-faced girl grew to 1.65 meters tall, and her facial features matured, gradually taking on the appearance of a young woman.

Half a year of boxing training has changed Yan Zhen's lifestyle and aesthetics. In the past, she would always stay in bed on weekends playing games on her tablet and would only get up to eat breakfast after Jing Chen had to urge her three or four times. Now, she gets up at 6:30 every morning and can spend the whole day at the boxing gym on weekends.

She rarely wears those girly dresses and wedge heels anymore, opting instead for more practical trousers, shirts, and T-shirts. Her thick, black hair is tied in a ponytail, making her look capable and dashing.

It was June again, a Friday evening. Yan Zhen rode his mountain bike home and opened the door. He heard the sound of running water coming from the kitchen.

As she changed her shoes, she called out, "Brother?"

"Yes," Jing Chen responded, "You're back."

Yan Zhen slipped on his slippers, tossed his schoolbag onto the living room sofa, and strode into the kitchen.

Jingchen was grilling steak, with pasta and cherry tomatoes already prepared on the plate, and two glasses of watermelon juice on the side.

At thirteen, Yan Zhen was at the age where a boy could eat his father out of house and home. The aroma of steak made her mouth water, and she reached out to pick at the cherry tomatoes on the plate.

But as soon as her hand reached out, Jing Chen, who had anticipated her movement, swatted it away: "Go wash your hands."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She walked past Jingchen, turned on the tap, and perfunctorily washed her hands. As soon as she turned around, Jingchen brought a glass of watermelon juice to her lips.

Yan Zhen took two big gulps from his hand, and the cool, sweet taste instantly dispelled the summer heat from her body.

She was about to finish the drink in one gulp when Jing Chen took the cup away: "It's cold, don't drink too much at once."

Yan Zhen glared at him resentfully, muttered "old woman," and then picked at a cherry tomato to eat.

When it was time to eat, Yan Zhen had already eaten half of the pasta, cherry tomatoes, white mushrooms, and asparagus on her plate.

Jingchen cut the steak on his plate and said, "Final exams are in two weeks. After the exams, your brother will take you out to play."

Yan Zhen held a fork in her hand, her eyes fixed on Jing Chen's plate. Every time Jing Chen cut a piece of steak, she would reach out and fork a piece from his plate, asking indistinctly as she ate, "Where to?"

"Palau, didn't you want to go diving? The water quality there is good. Go stay for half a month and practice your diving skills."

Yan Zhen asked, "Don't you have to work?"

“I told Sister Feng in advance that I would spend the summer and winter vacations with you and would not be scheduled to work during those periods.”

“Okay,” Yan Zhen said, then requested, “Buy me an action camera with a diving function. I want to record videos when I go underwater.”

"Okay, do you want to choose it yourself, or should I do the research and buy it for you?"

"I'll choose myself."

"Send me the link once you've chosen one."

The two chatted and ate, and soon finished what was on their plates.

Yan Zhen seemed a little unsatisfied: "Did I eat too much or did you underperform? I'm not full."

“You didn’t eat too much, and I didn’t underperform either,” Jing Chen said with a smile. “Come out with me later, save some room for your favorite street food.”

"Going out? Where are you going?"

"You'll find out later."

After clearing away the dishes, Jing Chen called to Yan Zhen, "Let's go."

Yan Zhen followed Jing Chen out the door with a puzzled look on his face.

When they got downstairs, Jingchen didn't head towards the main entrance, but instead pulled Yanzhen to the parking lot.

It wasn't until he stopped in front of a bright blue sedan that Yan Zhen realized, "You bought a car?"

"Correct."

Jingchen turned eighteen this March and took the time to get his driver's license. Yanzhen knew he would buy a car, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

"That's great!" Yan Zhen said happily. "From now on, you can drive to work and won't have to take a taxi on rainy days!"

She urged Jingchen, "Come on, let's go for a drive."

Jing Chen drove Yan Zhen around for a while, and then they went to the snack street.

Yan Zhen often came here and knew which stalls had good food. She ordered in front, and Jing Chen followed behind, scanning the QR code to pay. Every now and then, he would take the food that Yan Zhen couldn't finish and take care of cleaning up the plate...

After strolling through the food street, Yan Zhen was sucking on the straw of her lemon tea, her stomach already full, but her eyes were still wandering around.

In her previous life, when Yan Zhen was twelve or thirteen years old, she had just returned to the Yan family. The strict family environment, her parents who couldn't stand each other and who often quarreled, and Yan Yuxi who always found opportunities to frame and slander her, made her live a cautious life, as if walking on thin ice.

In that home, she dared not speak loudly, nor make a sound while eating. Once, after finishing a bowl of rice, she asked the nanny for another bowl, but her mother sternly warned her not to eat too much, as it would stretch her stomach and cause her figure to become out of shape.

At that time, she was insecure and timid, worried that she would be disliked if she upset her mother, so she could only do as she was told.

Children in their developmental stage get hungry quickly, and she dared not say anything even though she was starving at night. Before she was an adult, she developed chronic gastritis, and when it flared up, it hurt like her heart was burning.

In this life, she went through puberty again, but unlike in her previous life, she could eat whatever she wanted.

No one would scold her like Xu Yingxia for eating a few extra bites of food, calling her a money-loser, nor would anyone demand that she be a lady of high society like her own mother, requiring her to be gentle and proper in every action, lest she embarrass her.

In front of Jing Chen, she can always be herself.