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

Chapter 115 Deviation (37)

More than ten minutes later, Zhou Rang returned, carrying a bag of medicine.

He opened the door and got into the driver's seat. He first wiped his hands with a wet wipe, then unscrewed a tube of ointment to apply the medicine to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen didn't forget her persona of keeping her distance from him, and quickly said, "I can do it myself."

She reached for the ointment, but Zhou Rang pressed her hand down, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Don't move."

He squeezed the ointment onto his fingertip and gently rubbed it on Yan Zhen's swollen cheek.

A cool sensation spread across my cheek, instantly relieving the pain considerably.

In the silence, Zhou Rang suddenly asked, "Why didn't you move aside?"

She wasn't the type to react slowly in a situation, and Ming's father was a slow-witted fat man, so she was able to dodge that slap.

After a long pause, Yan Zhen whispered, "I thought my mom would feel sorry for me."

"Ok?"

Yan Zhen told her about how the Ming family father and son had been constantly asking her for money and gifts through Ming's mother.

"I only realized recently that if I care about my mom and she can't stand up for herself, I'll be used as a blood bank, squeezed dry of every last bit of value. I originally wanted to use this incident to let my mom see the greedy faces of my dad and brother, but she..."

At this point, Yan Zhen gave a wry smile, "In her eyes, her husband and son are the only family."

She was a daughter, and a married daughter at that. To her mother, she was an outsider.

Ming's mother might feel sorry for her husband when he punched their daughter, but when it came to truly weighing the pros and cons, she always sided with her "family."

After applying the medicine, Zhou Rang asked, "Does Zhou Yan know that they treated you like this?"

"I know a little bit," Yan Zhen said, half-jokingly. "After all, some of the money I give my mother comes from Zhou Yan."

Zhou Rang remained silent for a while, then asked, "What do you plan to do?"

The Ming family is used to sucking blood from their daughter; they'll come after her sooner or later.

"We'll see." Yan Zhen rubbed his temples, his anxiety visibly palpable. "They're my family, and my mother is sick. I can't just completely ignore them."

Zhou Rang wanted to say something more, but Yan Zhen interrupted him: "I should go back now. Thank you for today, Third Uncle."

Zhou Rang frowned, clearly displeased with her use of address, which implied a clear distinction between them, but still said, "I'll take you."

"No need. If Zhou Yan sees this, he'll become suspicious. I don't want our affair to be exposed."

"..."

Her attitude was clear, and Zhou Rang's face darkened. He looked like he wanted to get angry, but he held back.

"I'll walk you to the outside of the residential area, I won't go in. He's currently handing over work at Huimei, he won't find out."

After Zhou Rang finished speaking, he didn't give Yan Zhen a chance to refuse and started the car to drive towards her and Zhou Yan's residence.

Zhou Rang kept his word and parked his car at the entrance of Yan Zhen's residential area.

Yan Zhen got out of the car furtively, like a thief, and sneaked into the residential area.

As Zhou Rang watched her retreating figure, his mood grew increasingly gloomy.

She is so insecure.

A terrible family background, a scheming husband, and an oppressive mother-in-law—all these oppressive factors prevented her from having the courage to break free from societal prejudices and be with herself.

What if I help her clear the obstacles?

Zhou Rang gripped the steering wheel with his well-defined knuckles and slightly furrowed his brows—let's start with her family of origin.

Yan Zhen returned home, rested for a while, took out his camera, imported the photos he had taken on the fishing island into his computer, and began to look through them one by one.

Soon, she found the photo of Zhou Rang's back that she had taken on the back hill.

In the photo, he stands in the sunlight, his short hair dyed a golden hue by the light, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an upright posture, exuding a strong sense of atmosphere.

Yan Zhen moved the photos out of the folder, thought for a moment, then took out the Polaroid camera from the cabinet, imported the photos into the Polaroid camera, and printed them out.

She carefully placed the photo in the inner pocket of her wallet—it would come in handy sooner or later, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

After filtering the photos, Yan Zhen shut down her computer, and a friend request popped up on WeChat.

The other person's WeChat name is a capital "Z", and their profile picture is a photo of a ginkgo tree taken from below.

This serious and rigid style immediately identifies him as Zhou Rang.

In the short time it took Yan Zhen to click on his profile picture, Zhou Rang seemed to think that she was unwilling to accept his friend request, so he sent two more friend requests with accompanying messages.

"Give me Uncle Hui's contact information. I need to pay him for the fishing boat."

Yan Zhen never intended to reject friend requests; otherwise, how could the plan proceed?

He took the initiative to find a reason, saving her the trouble of finding an excuse.

Yan Zhen clicked "accept," and then watched as "typing is happening" repeatedly appeared on the chat window for a full three minutes before Zhou Rang finally sent a message.

"Send me Uncle Hui's contact information."

Yan Zhen sent Uncle Hui's number.

Zhou replied with "OK", and the message "The other party is typing" reappeared at the top of the dialog box.

This time, Zhou Rang held back for five minutes before finally saying, "Don't delete me."

"..." Yan Zhen was both amused and exasperated.

"it is good."

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Yan Zhen knew Zhou Rang wouldn't stand idly by regarding the Ming family's affairs, but he didn't expect him to act so quickly.

The next evening, Yan Zhen finished work, turned on her phone, and found that Ming Yirong had made more than thirty missed calls and sent more than a dozen messages.

She glanced at the message and vaguely understood what had happened from the vulgar and offensive curses.

Ming Yirong was beaten up.

They were hit pretty hard.

No one knows what the people who did it said, but Ming Yirong was convinced that she had sent them and was yelling that she should pay the price.

Yan Zhen took a screenshot of the text message and sent it to Zhou Rang.

Ming Dabao: "You sent people to do this?"

Z replied instantly: "Mm".

Ming Dabao: "Thank you for standing up for me, but my brother is a tough nut to crack. Hitting him will only provoke his rebellious nature."

Z: "I have someone watching him 24 hours a day. If he dares to cause you trouble, I'll beat him up again until he doesn't dare to bother you anymore."

Yan Zhen raised his eyebrows. Although this method was simple and crude, it might actually be surprisingly effective in dealing with shameless and unscrupulous oddballs like Ming Yirong and his father.

Ming Dabao: "They might call the police, which will implicate you."

Z: "I told them to choose a blind spot in the surveillance cameras to carry out the attack, so that no evidence would be left behind."

Ming Dabao: "If the police really investigate, what you're saying to me now will be evidence."

Z: "Should I call you and tell you?"

Ming Dabao: "..."

Zhou Rang seemed to sense her resistance and didn't continue the topic. Instead, he sent her a photo.

The photo shows three or four books stacked together. Judging from the covers, they explore the philosophy of life, psychology, and family of origin.

Z: "Regarding the family of origin, I read books on the subject. All the experiences and methods summarized by predecessors teach victims to adjust their mindset, become self-reliant, and resist emotional blackmail and bullying by changing themselves."

Z: "Because the existing legal system has difficulty intervening in family conflicts, by the time the law can intervene, the damage suffered by the victim is likely irreversible."

Z: "Leave the rest to me. You don't need to adjust your mindset, compromise, or change yourself."