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

Yan Zhen washed his face, walked out of the bathroom, and saw a tall figure standing by the hospital bed.

The man was wearing a white shirt and iron-gray trousers, with his suit jacket draped over his arm. When he reached for the luggage that Aunt Jiang had packed, he revealed the sandalwood prayer beads on his wrist.

—Shen Que.

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes.

Shen Que turned around and met her gaze. He gave her a nonchalant smile and said, "Are you feeling better? I've come to pick you up from the hospital."

Yan Zhen looked him up and down.

Shen Que is thirty years old this year, 1.8 meters tall, with single eyelids and a high nose bridge. His facial features are not particularly outstanding.

But clothes make the man, and a well-tailored suit accentuated his tall and straight figure. With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, he looked every bit the professional elite.

He exudes a strong aura of a hypocrite.

Before Yan Zhen could speak, Jiang's parents, who had gone to handle the discharge procedures, returned. Upon seeing Shen Que, their expressions both changed.

Especially Jiang's father, who clenched his fists, wishing he could rush up and beat him up.

Shen Que, however, acted as if he hadn't seen them, and greeted them with a smile. He picked up his luggage with one hand and took Yan Zhen's hand with the other, his tone carrying a hint of fearlessness: "Yu Nong, let's go home."

Yan Zhen said goodbye to her parents at the hospital entrance and got into Shen Que's car.

The two remained silent the entire way. When the car stopped in the parking lot of the residential area, Shen Que didn't get out of the car. Instead, he rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

He spoke only after he had almost finished his cigarette: "Your parents know?"

"Hmm." Yan Zhen didn't hide anything and unbuckled his seatbelt without making a sound.

Shen Que stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and suddenly slapped Yan Zhen across the face without warning.

Why did you have to bring our issues to your parents' door?

Yan Zhen had noticed his movement long ago, and leaned back to dodge, but Shen Que slapped the back of the chair.

He was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that his wife, who had always been submissive, would dare to dodge, and even manage to dodge successfully.

His face darkened, and he grabbed Yan Zhen by the collar, pulling her close: "Have you lost your mind?"

Yan Zhen touched the glass ashtray on the center armrest. Meeting Shen Que's gloomy gaze, she smiled instead of backing down: "Are you sure you want to fight me here?"

Shen Que glanced ahead and saw two young mothers pushing strollers with their babies. Noticing the commotion, they kept glancing over.

"What are you afraid of?" Shen Que sneered. "Over the years, every time you were beaten, the way you howled like a banshee, who in the neighborhood doesn't know about our family's mess?"

Yan Zhen thought for a moment and said, "That's true."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly grabbed the ashtray and smashed it hard against Shen Que's face.

With a dull thud, Shen Que's head was hit to the side, and he immediately let go.

He seemed stunned by the blow, his expression blank for a moment, then he covered his mouth and coughed. When he opened his hand, his palm was covered in blood.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Shen Que flew into a rage, grabbed Yan Zhen's hair with one hand, dragged her roughly across the central railing, and slapped her hard across the face.

Yan Zhen lost sensation on half of her face after being slapped, and tasted the blood on her tongue. A hint of excitement flashed in her eyes.

Ignoring the force that seemed to tear a piece of her scalp off her head, she lunged at Shen Que, her long fingernails poking straight into his eyes.

To strike a snake at its vital spot, one must understand that since the original owner's body was not as tall or strong as Shen's, she could only rely on her years of close-quarters combat skills and give it her all.

As the saying goes, the tough are afraid of the stubborn, the stubborn are afraid of the fearless, and the fearless are afraid of the reckless. To deal with a crazy person like Shen Que who is fearless and has nothing to lose, you have to be even crazier than him!

The fight between the two caused the car to shake violently, interspersed with occasional cries of pain. A mother who was walking her child outside saw the scene of the fight inside the car through the windshield, and the two looked at each other in disbelief.

Just as they were hesitating whether to come over and break up the fight, a loud crash came as an ashtray smashed against the windshield, shattering the glass into a spiderweb pattern, and the commotion inside the car ceased.

Half a minute later, the passenger door opened, and Yan Zhen, with disheveled hair, got out.

The wound on her forehead, which had not yet healed, burst open, staining half of her face red with blood. There was a clear choking mark on her neck. Despite her disheveled appearance, her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

Meeting the worried gazes of the two new mothers, she smiled and said, "It's nothing, just some marital fun."

Two mothers: "..."

The two men, with speechless expressions that seemed to ask, "Are you alright?", hurriedly pushed the stroller away.

Yan Zhen tidied his messy hair, picked up his luggage from the back seat, and walked towards the Shen family's house.

After walking a few steps, she seemed to remember something, took a few steps back, bent down and knocked on the car window.

The car window rolled down, revealing Shen Que's disheveled face.

Half of his face was swollen, and blood was flowing from his right eye. He was clutching his head where a piece of scalp had been torn off, wincing in pain.

"Honey, there are two packages at the Cainiao Post Station. Remember to pick them up," Yan Zhen said with a smile. "I'll be waiting for you at home."

Shen Que: "..."

Watching Yan Zhen's departing figure, Shen Que slammed his fist on the steering wheel, a sense of unease rising inexplicably in his heart.

Why is Jiang Yunong no longer afraid of him?

Back at the Shen family home, Shen An's mother-in-law, Huang Guilan, was feeding him. When Yan Zhen walked in with his face covered in blood, she seemed unfazed and casually picked up the remote control to tune to Shen An's favorite children's channel.

On the contrary, three-year-old Shen An immediately reached out to her mother, who had been missing for a week, and asked her for a hug.

"Sweetie, Mommy's going to wash her face first."

Yan Zhen put down his luggage and went into the bathroom to clean his wounds.

Shen Que returned before the blood on his face had even been washed off.

Soon, Huang Guilan's exclamation came from the living room: "What happened to you? Who beat you up like this?"

Shen Que didn't know what she said to Huang Guilan. When Yan Zhen opened the door and walked out, Huang Guilan was standing at the bathroom door, looking at her coldly.

"How dare you hit my son?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhen feigned surprise. "Can't we fight?"

"He's your husband! How could you lay a hand on him!"

Yan Zhen laughed: "Mom, aren't you someone who doesn't care about these things? Shen Que usually hits me and I've never seen you say anything, so why do you react so strongly when I playfully tease him a little?"

Huang Guilan was taken aback, her face turning even uglier: "My son works hard to earn money, he's the one who supports the whole family, what's wrong with hitting you a few times, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Zhen kicked her in the lower abdomen.

Caught off guard, Huang Guilan was kicked and staggered back a few steps before falling to the ground, shattering the baby bowl in her hand.

"Just because you've worked hard, you can hit people?" Yan Zhen looked down at her. "I've worked hard too, bearing and raising children for this family. You can't hit him, but you can?"

Huang Guilan was stunned for a few seconds, then clutched her stomach and screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "Jiang Yunong! You dare to hit me! You bitch, you dare to hit me..."

Shen Que, who was in the bedroom looking for the medicine box, heard the noise and quickly came out.

Upon seeing Huang Guilan being beaten, his expression changed drastically, and he grabbed a chair and rushed towards Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen slipped into the kitchen next door and quickly closed the door.

Soon, the sound of banging on the door came from outside, accompanied by Shen Que's curses: "Jiang Yunong, come out! Let's see if I don't mess with you today!"

He mustered all his strength and pounded on the kitchen door five or six times, making it teeter on the verge of collapse.

His wife's move to hide in the kitchen gave Shen Que a sense of control—see, this woman is still afraid of him.

As long as she's afraid of him, he can continue to manipulate her.

This idea excited Shen Que. He swung the chair high, ready to burst open the door in one go, grab the woman, grab her hair as usual, and slam her head against the wall!

Keep hitting your head until it bleeds!

Suddenly, the kitchen door opened from the inside. Shen Que only saw a flash of cold light before a kitchen knife came crashing down on his face with lightning speed.