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

As soon as Yan Zhen opened her eyes, she was slapped hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.

Intense pain swept through her body, and she collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

She struggled to lift her head, her vision blurred by blood. A figure flickered before her, then rapidly enlarged in front of her—

The man grabbed her by the collar, dragged her up from the ground, and raised his hand high, about to slap her face again.

Yan Zhen's half-closed eyes suddenly turned fierce. She suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's hair, pulling him forward while slamming his forehead with all her might.

With a loud thud, their heads collided, and the man screamed before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

Yan Zhen wasn't much better off. She was sitting on the ground, seeing stars, and it took her more than ten minutes to come to her senses.

When her vision cleared, she found herself lying on the living room floor.

The living room lights were off, with only the electronic candles holding a Buddha statue on the wall emitting a blood-red light that illuminated the messy surroundings.

The tables and chairs were shattered into pieces, and the vases were broken into pieces all over the floor. The most eye-catching thing was the LCD TV not far away, with a kitchen knife carved into the screen, the blade gleaming coldly in the night.

Two or three meters away, there was a man lying there, his body reeking of alcohol.

As a quick-transmigration mission taker, Yan Zhen was used to this kind of scene—the client of this mission was a woman who had been suffering from domestic violence for a long time.

As luck would have it, the point in time she transmigrated to coincided with the original owner's recent experience of domestic violence.

Blood kept flowing down his forehead, soaking his cheeks and hair. Considering that continuing might cause him to go into shock from excessive blood loss, Yan Zhen endured the excruciating pain, turned over, and struggled to crawl to the sofa.

She climbed a distance of three or four meters, panting heavily and covered in cold sweat, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the floor in her wake.

Touching his phone on the sofa, Yan Zhen dialed 120 with trembling hands.

While waiting for the ambulance to arrive, she leaned back on the sofa and opened a walkthrough.

The original owner, Jiang Yunong, is 28 years old this year. She has been married to her husband, Shen Que, for six years, and they have a son, Shen An.

Shen Que comes from a single-parent family. His father died early, and he was raised by his mother. He has a sensitive and irritable personality. After marriage, he often beats Jiang Yunong over trivial matters.

After being beaten and bruised, Jiang Yunong filed for divorce. Shen Que tried to persuade her to stay but to no avail. When Jiang Yunong went back to her parents' home, he went to the downstairs of the Jiang family's house with a can of gasoline and threatened to kill the entire Jiang family if she dared to divorce him.

Fearing she would implicate her parents, Jiang Yunong had no choice but to compromise.

Married for six years and subjected to domestic violence for six years, Jiang Yunong reported the incident to the police, sought help from the neighborhood committee, and even took the matter to Shen Que's company.

Despite trying everything, I still couldn't get rid of him.

One day, Shen Que drank too much at a social event. When he got home, he beat Jiang Yunong again, committing a violent act before falling asleep in a drunken stupor.

Jiang Yunong lay in a pool of blood, realizing that she could never get rid of this man in her life. Filled with despair, she grabbed a brass ornament from the cabinet and smashed it against the sleeping Shen Que's head until he was covered in blood.

Jiang Yunong was sentenced to eight years in prison for intentional homicide and eventually died in prison.

……

After reading the walkthrough, Yan Zhen rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, revealing three black wounds on his wrist—marks left by the client who made a contract with the mission taker at the cost of their body.

Only by fulfilling the client's demands can the wound heal; otherwise, it will gradually fester and kill the tasker.

The three wounds represent three unfulfilled wishes of the client.

Yan Zhen thought for a moment and knew what Jiang Yunong wanted.

To protect Jiang's parents and son Shen An, to ensure the abuser receives the punishment he deserves, and to rescue her from this predicament of domestic violence.

Lowering his sleeves, Yan Zhen closed his eyes and carefully processed the original owner's past memories.

When she opened her eyes again, a hint of excitement flickered in them.

This is a deadly stalemate. Since someone has to bleed and shed tears to break the deadlock, why can't that person be Shen Que?

Dozens of ways to make Shen Que wish he were dead flashed through her mind in an instant, just then a "ding-dong" notification sounded in her mind.

The system went live, and a cute, boyish voice came through: "Host, please note that this world is a modern civilized society. During the mission, please abide by local laws and regulations and do not violate public order and good morals..."

"..." Yan Zhen sighed and rubbed his forehead.

Having spent nearly sixty years in a feudal dynasty in the previous world, she climbed step by step to the top of power, ruling from behind the curtain and wielding great power. After being in a high position for so long, she almost forgot that one cannot act recklessly in modern society.

At the very least, we can't just kill Shen Que in a simple and brutal way.

It seems we need to take a long-term approach.

"Understood," Yan Zhen replied, and then turned off the system.

Before long, the sound of an ambulance siren grew louder as it approached.

Yan Zhen struggled to crawl over and open the door. As the medical staff lifted her onto the stretcher, she turned around.

Her mother-in-law, Huang Guilan, wearing pajamas, stood at the door of the second bedroom, looking at her with a calm and indifferent gaze.

Yan Zhen stayed in the hospital for a week.

During this time, Jiang's parents called, and Yan Zhen truthfully told them about her hospitalization.

The elderly couple rushed to the hospital and saw that their daughter was covered in injuries, with stitches in her forehead. Upon hearing the details of her injuries, the hot-tempered Mr. Jiang immediately changed his expression and angrily went to confront Shen Que.

"Dad," Yan Zhen called out to him, "You're no match for Shen Que. If you go to settle scores with him bare-handed and something happens, what are Mom and I supposed to do?"

Father Jiang's face turned ashen: "I'll call your cousins ​​to come with me! I refuse to believe we can't teach this beast a lesson!"

"And then what happened after he taught you a lesson?" Yan Zhen asked. "Did he take out the anger he got from you on me and beat me even more severely?"

Father Jiang roared, "Divorce! Divorce him right now!"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Yan Zhen said calmly. "I've brought up divorce with him many times, and every time I did, I was beaten half to death. Shen Que is a madman. He's capable of anything when he's enraged. If a real conflict breaks out, it's either him or me who will die, and it might even implicate you and Mom. It's not worth risking the lives of your whole family for someone like that."

In her previous life, Jiang Yunong was also worried about these things and didn't dare to tell her parents that she was being abused by her parents. It wasn't until she killed Shen Que and turned herself in that her parents learned what she had gone through in the past six years.

Jiang's parents were heartbroken. They sold their car and house and traveled around to fight the case for her. Finally, they managed to get her death sentence in the first instance reduced to eight years in prison.

But Jiang Yunong, who was heartbroken, did not survive until her release from prison; she died of illness in the fourth year of her imprisonment.

As Mr. Jiang recalled the frequent news reports of marital murders in recent years, with many women being killed during the divorce cooling-off period, and even their entire families being wiped out, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

As ordinary people, they can neither afford to provoke nor avoid such a madman.

Father Jiang was both anxious and heartbroken: "Then what do you suggest we do? Are we just going to let him hit you?"

“I already have a way to fight back,” Yan Zhen reassured. “Shen Que has threatened me with your safety many times. If you want to help me, you can’t become his weakness to exploit.”

Father Jiang hesitated and asked, "What should we do?"

"Leave here, go somewhere else for a while, and come back after I've settled things."

After a long silence, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang met Yan Zhen's resolute gaze and nodded with difficulty.

A week later, Yan Zhen was discharged from the hospital.

Jiang's parents ran around handling the discharge procedures, while Yan Zhen changed out of his hospital gown in the bathroom.

Looking at the tall, pretty woman in the mirror, whose cheekbones were prominent from years of domestic violence, she smiled slightly.

"Jiang Yunong, I will make Shen Que repay you tenfold for the humiliation and torment you have suffered!"