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

Yan Zhen paused slightly.

Through her wet clothes, Zhou Rang's rapid heartbeat was clearly felt by her, and she realized what was happening.

"Ming Yiwei." Zhou Rang's voice was low and husky, with a hint of nervousness in it, "I...I like you."

Yan Zhen suddenly felt like she had finally finished a game she had been stuck on for a long time. She let out a breath almost imperceptibly, but pretended to be stunned: "What?"

"I like you!!!" Having mustered his courage to speak, Zhou Rang's words flowed much more smoothly afterward. He released Yan Zhen; in the darkness, visibility was poor, so he could only hold her hand tightly. "Would you be willing to give me a chance to take good care of you?"

Yan Zhen remained silent.

Her silence was nothing short of torture for Zhou Rang; in order not to miss the answer, he even held his breath.

After a long while, Yan Zhen gently pulled her hand away from his: "I'm sorry."

Zhou's heart sank, and he pressed, "Why? Don't you like me?"

Yan Zhen shook her head, then remembered that it was dark all around and Zhou Rang couldn't see her movements, so she could only sigh: "Sorry, I don't like it."

"Impossible! If you didn't have any good feelings towards me, you wouldn't have taken me in for so long, and you certainly wouldn't have risked your life to save me time and time again!"

"I..." Yan Zhen paused for a moment, his voice lowering, "I just don't want anything to happen to you. If this has caused you any misunderstanding, then I'm sorry."

"If you don't care about me at all, why would you care about my safety?" Zhou Rang persisted, groping to grab Yan Zhen's hand and pressing it against his chest.

"You applied medicine to my wounds, carried me home from the beach, and we even kissed. You're not a casual person, but your body doesn't reject my advances. Ming Yiwei, do you dare swear to God that you have no feelings for me whatsoever?"

Yan Zhen: "..."

Her silence gave Zhou Rang a glimmer of hope: "You don't dare, and you like me too, right?"

Yan Zhen: "..."

"Why won't you admit it? Is there something wrong with me that makes you hesitant? Tell me, and I'll..."

"No, no!" Yan Zhen interrupted him, pulling her hand out of Zhou Rang's palm again, turning her face away, her voice trembling slightly, "It's my problem, it has nothing to do with you."

"What's the problem? Tell me, and we'll solve it together."

Yan Zhen fell silent again.

Sensing that she had something difficult to say, Zhou cupped her face in his wet hands, making her look at him directly: "I'm quite well-off personally, so whatever your problem is, just tell me and I'll do my best to solve it. Xiaowei, I like you, I really like you, give me a chance..."

Before he could finish speaking, warm liquid streamed down Yan Zhen's cheek and landed on the back of his hand.

Zhou Rang was stunned.

She is crying.

“Xiao Wei…” Zhou Rang was instantly at a loss. He hurriedly wiped away her tears. “Don’t cry, don’t cry… Did I make things difficult for you? I’m sorry, I…”

"No." Yan Zhen interrupted him, her voice filled with suppressed sobs, "I'm already married."

Zhou Rang froze, as if struck by lightning, and after a long while, he finally managed to say, "You..."

"Do you remember when I told you about my 'friend'? Her wealthy husband cheated on her with his mistress and tried to use his power to force my friend to be a surrogate mother for him and the other woman. That 'friend' was none other than myself."

After she finished speaking, she covered her face and began to cry softly.

Zhou Rang stood there, stunned, feeling as if his heart had been rolled in hot oil, burning and aching. Besides being shocked by the fact that Ming Yiwei was married, he felt an indescribable heartache.

He was also a capitalist, and he knew how ordinary people would be oppressed when they faced the wealthy, given the disparity in power and status.

He never imagined that the lively and kind-hearted Ming Yiwei was enduring such suffering.

No wonder she wanted to live here in seclusion, no wonder she didn't want to leave.

Zhou Rang immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this..."

“I’m the one who should apologize.” Yan Zhen stopped crying. “I shouldn’t have hidden that I was married, and I shouldn’t have been so lacking in boundaries. I did something that made you misunderstand. Brother Zhao, I’m sorry.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Rang felt even more distressed: "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. If you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't even be alive now."

Yan Zhen smiled bitterly: "But my concealment made you fall in love with me without knowing the prerequisites, and that was my fault. In any case, I'm sorry."

Sensing the bitterness in her voice, Zhou Rang clenched his fist and suddenly asked, "Do you like him?"

Yan Zhen paused for a moment, realizing that the "he" Zhou Rang was referring to was her "rich husband," and she raised an eyebrow slightly.

Without me even giving much guidance, things just went in the direction she wanted.

“I was once attracted to him, but after I learned that he was completely devoted to his mistress, and even lied to me that he was impotent in order to keep her chaste, and that our marriage was a complete conspiracy, all I felt for him was hatred.”

Zhou Rang's heart skipped a beat, and a thought began to stir within him: "Then do you want a divorce?"

"Of course I want to!" Yan Zhen said without hesitation, then her mood dropped. "But he absolutely refuses to agree and insists that I do IVF so that I can have a child with his mistress."

“I can help you get a divorce,” Zhou Rang said. “After you’re divorced, we can…”

"No way!" Yan Zhen immediately interrupted him. "He's very rich, and he has a powerful and deeply entrenched family behind him. If you interfere rashly, he'll destroy you."

"Don't worry, I'm confident..."

“Brother Zhao, please stop talking.” Yan Zhen pretended to be angry. “I understand that you like me now and are willing to risk everything for me, but I can’t drag you down with me. I’ll pretend you didn’t say these words tonight, and we can still be friends like before.”

Zhou Rang: "..."

He wanted to say something more, but Yan Zhen stood up, untied the ropes binding him, then helped him up and groped his way towards the village.

The rain continued relentlessly overhead, soaking both of them to the bone. They also had cuts and scrapes from the rocks. Now was not the time to discuss this matter, so Zhou Rang could only suppress his agitation and decide to talk about it when they got home.

By the time the two of them returned to the village in the dark, it was almost five in the morning.

After the two showered and changed into dry clothes, Yan Zhen used the home phone to call the clinic to confirm that Bian Yuan had received the serum and was out of danger. Only then did she feel relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhen turned around and saw Zhou Rang standing at the bathroom door, quietly watching her.

His half-dry hair was swept back, revealing his smooth forehead, which made his cold and handsome features appear even more defined. There were bloody cuts on his right cheek and neck from being scratched by rubble.

The two exchanged a glance, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Yan Zhen looked away first and went to the shelf to find a first-aid kit: "Come sit down, I'll treat your wound."