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

Soon, the sounds of a fight came from Shen Que's office.

Outside the office, several employees looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Is this... a fight?"

"I never would have guessed that someone as refined as President Shen would lay a hand on his wife."

"Mr. Shen has an appointment with a client today, and the client will be here soon. Should we go in and try to persuade him to stop hitting the client?"

"This is the boss's family matter. Isn't it inappropriate for us to interfere?"

As the group was discussing in hushed tones, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from inside, startling them greatly.

"What if someone dies from such a brutal beating?"

"Mr. Shen went too far. This is his wife."

"I don't think that scream just now was a woman's voice..."

Before he could finish speaking, the office door suddenly opened from the inside, and Shen Que rushed out in a disheveled state.

His nose was bleeding profusely, he looked panicked, and the collar of his white shirt was torn; he practically fled.

But just as he stepped out of the office, an ashtray flew out from behind him with a dull thud, hitting him squarely on the back of the neck, causing him to stumble and fall flat on his face.

The employees were stunned.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and three men in suits pushed open the door and entered, just in time to witness Shen Que lying on the ground.

They were taken aback, and before they could ask any questions, Yan Zhen walked out of the office.

She smiled at the dumbfounded employees and stunned customers, then grabbed Shen Que by one leg and, amidst his embarrassed and terrified expression, dragged him back to the office like a dead dog.

The office door closed again, and soon the sounds of beatings could be heard from inside.

Outside the office, employees and clients looked at each other, all utterly bewildered.

Half an hour later, Yan Zhen walked out of the office, looking refreshed, with the 30,000 yuan she had "gotten" from Shen Que.

As Shen Que passed by the assistant's post, the young girl who had previously delivered lunchboxes to him was sitting in front of the computer.

Seeing Yan Zhen stop, she immediately pulled out a document and flipped through it, pretending to be very busy.

Yan Zhen looked her up and down, then suddenly asked, "Shen Que is married, did you know that?"

The girl, nervous under her gaze, broke out in a light sweat and forced a soft voice to say, "I know."

Yan Zhen sighed: "You're shamelessly trying to be a third party, why don't you raise your standards and find someone better? Shen does have a tendency to be abusive, and this small, run-down company only earns a few million a year. With such meager assets, it's not worth risking being gossiped about and even beaten to death by being ambiguous with him."

girl:"……"

After Yan Zhen finished speaking, he ignored her face, which was so red it was almost bleeding, and turned to leave.

In the messy office, Shen Que sat on the floor, looking dazed.

His right cheekbone was swollen high, a clear handprint was imprinted on his left cheek, and there were several scratch marks on his neck and forehead, completely unlike his usual refined and capable self.

The office door was carefully pushed open from the outside, and a hesitant voice came through: "President Shen..."

Shen Que snapped out of his reverie and, seeing it was his secretary, Xiao Chen, straightened his expression and tried to make his voice sound normal: "What is it?"

Xiao Chen slipped in, avoiding his gaze: "The new intern assistant who came a while ago just quit without even taking her salary."

Shen Que frowned, guessing that she was frightened by Jiang Yunong's fierceness.

He felt aggrieved, but on the surface he pretended to be indifferent, waving his hand and saying, "If you resign, then resign. Just hire someone else."

"Okay, the client has cancelled this meeting and gone home. Would you like to reschedule?"

Shen Que: "..."

Recalling the scene half an hour earlier when his clients and employees witnessed him being domestically abused and powerless to fight back, he was immediately filled with shame, his blood practically boiling.

That bitch Jiang Yunong attacked him regardless of the situation. How is he supposed to maintain his authority in front of his employees now? And what will his clients think of him?

And if this gets out, how will he ever be able to face anyone in the industry again?!

Shen Que was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He struggled to get up from the ground and said, "Well, we'll talk about it later... Ah!"

He had just stood up when a sharp pain shot through his knee, almost causing him to fall back down.

Xiao Chen reacted quickly and rushed over to support him: "President Shen!"

Shen Que managed to steady himself by bracing himself against the filing cabinet next to him. He turned his head and saw his disheveled and utterly undignified appearance through the glass door of the filing cabinet, and he was stunned.

When Shen Que saw Xiao Chen's evasive gaze, his head suddenly went blank. He felt that his previous attempt to remain calm and pretend to be nonchalant had become a huge joke. Embarrassment mixed with anger instantly surged to the top of his head.

"You go out first." Shen Que tried his best to maintain his composure.

Xiao Chen was very perceptive. Realizing that something was wrong with his expression, he quickly turned around and fled the office as if he were escaping.

As soon as the door closed, Shen Que could no longer contain his anger. He swept everything off his desk, turned around and overturned the filing cabinet. In no time, the already messy office was transformed into a scene of chaos.

Shen Que stood amidst the chaos, his eyes bloodshot and his hands clenched into fists. He gasped for breath, his mind focused on only one thought—

He's going to kill Jiang Yunong!!!

At all costs!!!

After a long while, Shen Que finally calmed down and composed himself.

But his desire to kill Jiang Yunong grew even stronger.

He not only wanted to kill her, but he also wanted to do it without anyone noticing.

After thinking for a while, Shen Que took out his phone and called Huang Guilan: "Mom, pack your things and let's move back home."

-

Yan Zhen took Shen An to the kindergarten to complete the enrollment procedures, and then strolled around leisurely for a while. When it was time for dinner, the two found a restaurant to eat at.

As the food was served, Shen An ate while asking indistinctly, "Mom, why have we been eating out so much lately?"

Instead of answering, Yan Zhen asked, "Isn't the food outside good?"

"good to eat."

Yan Zhen patted his head: "As long as it tastes good, don't ask anything else."

When asked, she said she couldn't cook at all.

Logically speaking, as a quick transmigration mission taker, each time they transmigrate into the body of a client, they should inherit some of the client's skills due to the original owner's muscle memory and behavioral habits.

Despite having completed numerous missions and mastered many challenging skills, Yan Zhen could never seem to learn how to cook.

She had tried, but she seemed to be born with a natural incompatibility with cooking. As soon as she entered the kitchen, her mind would go blank, and the things she made could only be described as culinary disasters.

After being scalded on the face by splattered oil from a pot and developing blisters, she panicked and poured a ladle of water into the pot in a fit of pain, which caused a fire in the kitchen. Since then, she has avoided the kitchen.

I try to eat out or use dry rations whenever I go on a mission.