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

Yan Zhen's heart stirred slightly.

As mentioned in the original work, Zhou Rang, although nearly thirty years old, was a complete virgin.

Before meeting Su Er, he was so focused on his career that he had never even held a woman's hand.

Faced with his flirting, Yan Zhen sighed. Even though he had never been in a relationship, Zhou Rang's years of experience in the business world and his understanding of people's hearts still did not prevent him from exuding the unique charm of a mature man.

Zhou Rang stopped there, and after saying those words, he went to clear the dishes.

In the days that followed, Yan Zhen felt as if a beautiful male peacock was constantly swaying under his nose.

Zhou Rang prepared a variety of meals for her, kept the house spotless, took care of all the housework, and dutifully fulfilled his role as a "husband," striving to make her life comfortable and peaceful.

One evening after taking a shower, he was only wearing a towel around his lower body. After noticing that Yan Zhen's gaze kept drifting over his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, he began to appear "disheveled".

He either buttoned his white shirt only down to his chest, revealing his delicate collarbone and sexy Adam's apple, or he sat on the sofa with his upper body bare after taking a shower, seemingly casual but actually deliberate, to watch a movie with her.

These actions, which would seem a bit greasy on others, were actually quite pleasing to Yan Zhen because of his handsome face and attractive physique, plus the fact that he was the one being flattered.

Sure enough, the reason she disliked scheming people in the past was because she wasn't the one who needed to be flattered through cunning.

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

That evening, Yan Zhen was upstairs working on her manuscript.

Zhou Rang brought over a fruit platter and sat down next to her, asking, "Are you working overtime tonight?"

"Yes, tomorrow is the deadline," Yan Zhen replied casually, his eyes fixed on the computer screen without moving an inch.

Zhou Rang stopped bothering her and sat quietly beside her.

Yan Zhen was busy with his own things for a while when a peeled grape was suddenly handed to him.

She glanced at Zhou Rang.

Zhou Rang's expression was open and honest, showing no sign that he felt there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

"Thank you." Yan Zhen took the grapes, ate them, and then took a tissue to wipe the grape juice off his fingers.

Two minutes later, Zhou Rang handed over another grape.

Yan Zhen shook his head: "You eat, I'm busy."

Zhou Rang didn't move, his hand stubbornly held up in front of her.

Yan Zhen was somewhat helpless. She reached out to take the grapes, but Zhou Rang bypassed her and directly brought the grapes to her lips.

Yan Zhen: "..."

She was silent for three seconds, then ate the grape from his hand.

As if he had received some kind of tacit approval, Zhou Rang continued to feed Yan Zhen for the next half hour until she could eat no more.

"By the way, I'm leaving the island tomorrow," Yan Zhen said.

Zhou Rang immediately asked, "Are you leaving?"

"No, I lost my phone in the flood. I need to leave the island to get a replacement number, otherwise the publishing house won't be able to contact me," Yan Zhen said.

She had seen everything Zhou Rang had done for her these past few days, and the plan was almost complete.

She needed to leave the island to make some arrangements, end her life on the island, and begin the next phase of her plan.

Zhou Rang breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

He has difficulty walking, and going with her would only cause trouble.

Most importantly, back in the city, he wasn't sure if he would encounter the people searching for him, thus bringing danger to her.

Yan Zhen hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Bian Yuan will come with me."

Zhou Rang frowned: "Why?"

"He's going home, it's on his way."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Rang's brows relaxed and then furrowed again: "Was he doing this on purpose? Why did he have to leave just when you were about to leave the island?"

What if I trick her into running away?

"It was just a coincidence." Yan Zhen said, both amused and exasperated.

Zhou Rang fell silent.

Yan Zhen waited for a long time, but no one gave his opinion. Given his behavior of intentionally or unintentionally preventing Yan Zhen from meeting with Bian Yuan these days, this quietness was not like him.

So she turned her head and saw that Zhou Rang was indeed sulking and looking angry.

Yan Zhen chuckled and said, "What's with that expression?"

Zhou Rang didn't look at her, but lowered his head to pick at the peeling paint on the corner of the table, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to object, but I have no grounds to do so."

That's more like him—

Yan Zhen knew that fishing required a balance of tension and relaxation; one couldn't simply refuse the fish, or one would scare them away.

She explained, "There's only one boat a day to get off the island. He was in a hurry to get home, and I couldn't let my business be delayed. Once we got ashore, we parted ways. You don't need to worry that I'll go with him."

Zhou Rang then looked up at her: "Really?"

"real."

Zhou Rang was relieved and continued to pick at the paint on the corner of the table.

As he was picking at it, he suddenly laughed.

Yan Zhen asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

"You were comforting me just now." Zhou Rang was both happy and a little shy. "See, you care about my feelings."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Although Zhou Rang said that, the next day when he took Yan Zhen to the dock, he ran into Bian Yuan and began to make no attempt to hide his guard and malice, blocking Bian Yuan in front of the stone pier.

"Give me your ID card."

Bian Yuan clutched his pocket: "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Rang confidently extended his hand: "Just give it to me, why ask so many questions!"

Enraged, Bian Yuan retorted, "You think you can just give it to me like that? Who do you think you are?"

Zhou Rang simply reached out and snatched his bag.

The two men fought over the wallet on the dock. Before long, Bian Yuan lost and the wallet ended up in Zhou Rang's hands.

Zhou Rang pulled out the ID card from the hidden compartment, wrote down every word on it, and then returned it to Bian Yuan: "I know where you live."

Bian Yuan was completely confused: "So?"

“If you dare to do anything to Xiaowei, I’ll come to your house,” Zhou Rang warned. “You’d better stop with your scheming thoughts, or I won’t let you off the hook.”

Bian Yuan: "..."

After Zhou Rang finished his warning, he turned and walked up to Yan Zhen, immediately changing his expression. He asked with concern and reluctance, "Do you really have to come back tomorrow?"

"Well, I have a lot of things to take care of, so I'll have to stay in the city for one night."

Zhou Rang instructed, "Then be extra careful."

"it is good."

The ship was about to depart, and Yan Zhen prepared to board.

Zhou Rang couldn't help but ask again, "You'll come back, won't you?"

Yan Zhen chuckled: "In your eyes, am I someone who can be so easily kidnapped?"

Zhou Rang said in a muffled voice, "No, but there are people outside who covet you."

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Bian Yuan, who had already boarded the ship.

Bian Yuan received his resentful gaze and immediately glared back at him.

"Don't worry," Yan Zhen said softly, "You're on the island, I won't go with anyone else."

Zhou Rang was taken aback, realizing for the first time that she was sending a friendly signal, and a huge surprise welled up in his eyes.

He resisted the urge to hug her tightly, and restrained himself from hooking his fingers around hers and gently shaking them: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."