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

After dinner, Yan Zhen drove Shen An home.

Upon entering, Yan Zhen noticed that the lights were on inside, and Huang Guilan's and Shen Que's shoes were placed in the entryway.

Yo!

The mother and son are back?

Shen Que dares to come back after being beaten like this today?

Yan Zhen changed into slippers and walked into the living room. Shen Que was not there; Huang Guilan was folding clothes that had been brought in from the balcony.

There were two suitcases next to her, which Huang Guilan took with her when she moved out some time ago.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law exchanged a glance. Huang Guilan's eyes flickered, and her expression was uneasy. She was clearly still traumatized by the beating she had received half a month ago.

She quickly looked away and lowered her head to continue folding clothes.

She wasn't causing trouble or provoking anyone like before, and this actually piqued Yan Zhen's interest.

Her intuition told her that something was amiss.

Neither Shen Que nor Huang Guilan were the type to suffer in silence. They had been defeated by her so many times and had no way to deal with her. Now, instead of avoiding her sharp edge, they took the initiative to move back home.

They're definitely plotting something bigger.

Yan Zhen thought about it and realized that the only thing that was bigger and more advantageous for them right now, worth the risk of domestic violence, was killing himself.

This way, she can avoid further domestic violence and avoid being forced to divorce and leave with nothing.

This thought secretly excited her; things were getting more interesting.

Not long after, Shen Que returned from outside.

He was holding a light bulb when he saw Yan Zhen sitting on the sofa playing on his phone, and Shen An eating popcorn chicken next to him, and took the initiative to speak.

"Don't always take your son out to eat junk food; it's bad for his health."

The words spoken were reproachful, but the tone was unusually gentle.

Yan Zhen looked up at him. After a day of fermentation, the wound on his face was even more swollen, and he looked like a Shiba Inu that had been stung by a bee.

Yan Zhen raised his chin and asked bluntly, "What are you two up to this time?"

Shen Que was silent for a few seconds, then said, "The bathroom light bulb is broken. I'll go change it first, then we can have a proper talk."

"Row."

Shen Que went into the bathroom. Yan Zhen stared at his back for a while, then put down his phone and followed him in.

The bathroom door was open, and Shen Que was standing on the ladder, sleeves rolled up, changing a light bulb.

Yan Zhen stood silently at the bathroom door, watching his hand movements intently.

The light bulb was quickly replaced. Shen Que came down the ladder, and Yan Zhen stood a meter to his right, suddenly asking, "Why did the light bulb suddenly break? It was fine when I left this morning."

Her sudden words seemed to startle Shen Que, who immediately turned his head to look at her from his left.

He then explained, "It might be due to unstable voltage, which burned it out."

As he spoke, he pressed a switch, and the light bulb lit up.

He picked up the ladder and walked out of the bathroom, not forgetting to say, "Come to the study for a moment, I have something to tell you."

Yan Zhen watched him carry the ladder into the storage room, his face thoughtful.

When Shen Que turned around in fright, she noticed a detail.

She was clearly standing to the right behind Shen Que, but when he heard the voice, he reflexively turned around to the left.

Thinking about it carefully, Shen Que seems to always be used to turning around from the left, but he is not left-handed.

Is this a habit he developed since childhood, or is there a reason behind it?

With this question in mind, Yan Zhen walked into the study and sat down at the desk.

Shortly after, Shen Que entered, carrying two cups of black tea, and sat down on the other side of the table.

The two sat facing each other across the desk, and Shen Que pushed a cup of tea in front of Yan Zhen.

Seeing the puzzled look on her face, he paused, then helplessly poured the two cups of tea into one cup, mixed them, divided them into two cups again, and took a sip in front of Yan Zhen: "There was no poison, so you should be relieved now."

Yan Zhen's mind wasn't on the black tea; she didn't care about such a small trick at all. Her gaze fell on Shen Que's right ear, trying to find out what was going on.

Shen Que didn't notice her strangeness. He adopted a posture of having a heart-to-heart talk, first letting out a long sigh before slowly speaking.

"I've thought a lot about the divorce today. Let me make it clear first: it's impossible for me to leave with nothing. I will not give up the assets I've worked so hard to accumulate over the years and my custody of my son."

"Oh?" Yan Zhen replied perfunctorily, but his mind was preoccupied with something else—could Shen Que be deaf in one ear?

She had encountered a similar situation when she carried out post-apocalyptic missions before.

Because of an injury that caused temporary hearing loss in her left ear, during that time she subconsciously thought that no matter which direction the sound came from, it was coming from her right.

Shen Que continued to express his opinion with great emotion: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, things haven't gotten to the point where we have to get a divorce. We've both been a bit hot-tempered lately, so let's both calm down..."

"Shen Que," Yan Zhen suddenly interrupted him, pointing to the teacup in front of her. "I don't want tea. Make me a cup of coffee instead."

There was a coffee machine in the study, placed on the shelf behind Shen Que.

Shen Que was taken aback. Although he was a little puzzled as to why she suddenly wanted to drink coffee so late at night, he still responded, picked up his teacup, and turned to walk towards the coffee machine.

Yan Zhen seized the opportunity, grabbed the globe from the table, and slammed it down on Shen Que's right side behind him.

With a loud bang, Shen Que was startled and immediately turned his head—

It's on the left again!

This time, Yan Zhen saw it very clearly and was basically certain of his guess.

Shen is partially deaf; he cannot hear with his right ear.

"What are you doing!" Shen Que was so frightened by her sudden action that his face changed. He immediately assumed a defensive posture, afraid that she would go crazy again and rush up to beat him up.

Yan Zhen ignored his questioning. She walked over, picked up the broken globe, quickly put it back on the table, and stared intently at Shen Que.

"Can't you hear with your right ear?"

Shen Que was stunned, and then realized that her action of smashing the globe was a test of him.

His expression shifted unpredictably. After a long while, he put down the coffee grinder, lowered his eyes, and leaned against the counter: "Hmm, many years."

As he spoke, he gave a bitter smile: "When I was nine years old, my neighbor was harassing my mother. I rushed out to stop him, and he hit me with a shovel, making me deaf. Back then, my family was poor, so we didn't go to the doctor. Later, we wanted to get treatment, but it couldn't be cured."

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, but his expression did not show much surprise.

People like Shen Que, who find pleasure in domestic violence, have likely been negatively influenced during their childhood or adolescence.

"My father died early, and my mother raised me alone. As an orphan and a widow, we were the perfect targets for others to vent their malice on, because we couldn't fight back when we were bullied."

In the long alley where we lived, my mother endured harassment from men and verbal abuse from women every day, even though she did nothing wrong. Meanwhile, I was ostracized and bullied by all the children my age.