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

This was a subtle remark, and Yan Zhen asked, "Why do you say that?"

Chen Yuan scratched the back of his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "The year you married Brother Shen, my mother was seriously ill. I borrowed money everywhere and came to Brother Shen for help. You lent me 200,000 yuan without saying a word."

I will always remember this kindness. You are a kind person, and I believe you wouldn't do something so extreme.

Yan Zhen remained silent, his mind racing.

It's fine if she makes Chen Yuan misunderstand her as a kind and weak person; she can portray herself as a victim to gain his sympathy, and maybe she can use him in the future.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen turned her face to the side and pondered for three seconds. When she looked up at Chen Yuan again, a thin layer of tears had already welled up in her eyes.

“I know that Shen Que wanted to kill me... This isn’t the first time.”

Chen Yuan was taken aback: "If you knew that, why didn't you get a divorce?"

“What will happen to An’an after the divorce? He refuses to give me custody of the child.” Yan Zhen said, tears streaming down her face. “The child is a piece of my heart, how can I bear to leave him with a father who has violent tendencies?”

"Violent tendencies?" Chen Yuan asked doubtfully. "You mean Shen Que?"

Yan Zhen sighed softly, placed the flashlight on the locker, and began to unbutton her clothes in front of Chen Yuan.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan immediately turned his face away awkwardly: "Sister-in-law, you..."

Yan Zhen continued moving, unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt, pulling open the collar, and revealing half of his shoulder.

Chen Yuan glanced at the scars out of the corner of his eye and was startled by the crisscrossing marks on them.

In a small area the size of a palm, scars upon scars overlapped, and at first glance, there wasn't a single patch of intact skin.

"He's the one who hit them all?"

Yan Zhen nodded, pulled up his collar and put on his clothes: "Six years have passed, and I'm glad I'm still alive."

Chen Yuan's eyes were strained, and it took him a while to say, "He usually seems very normal. I didn't know he was that kind of person... I'll go and persuade him to get a divorce and give you custody of the child."

Yan Zhen panicked and quickly said, "Please don't!"

"why?"

"Shen Que is very proud. If he knew I told you about his violent tendencies, he would beat me to death!"

Yan Zhen sobbed softly, "As for divorce, if he were willing to divorce, he would have done so long ago. I have begged him countless times over the past six years, but he said he is only widowed, not divorced."

These words successfully ignited Chen Yuan's anger. He clenched his fists and said, "That bastard Shen Que has gone too far! I was blind to have known him for so many years, and I never realized he was this kind of person!"

After he finished cursing, he asked Yan Zhen in a low voice, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Yan Zhen shook her head, wiped away her tears, and gave him a somewhat forced smile: "No need, I'm already very happy that you can listen to me..."

Over the years, I've called the police and sought help from the neighborhood committee, but everyone tells me that this is just a marital conflict and doesn't warrant divorce. No one has ever considered my perspective.

Every time I bring up divorce, Shen Que threatens to kill my parents. I'm afraid of implicating them, so I haven't dared to tell them the truth. Telling you my troubles today makes me feel much better.

The pity in Chen Yuan's eyes deepened: "What are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know." Yan Zhen lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling. "I originally planned to lure Shen Que to the bathroom today and die together with him, but I didn't expect..."

"Don't be impulsive!" Chen Yuan interrupted her, saying seriously, "If something happens to you both, what will happen to the child?"

“I left a will for my parents. They will help raise An’an. If there were any other way, I wouldn’t have gone down this path.”

Chen Yuan clenched and unclenched his fists several times before he seemed to have made up his mind: "I can help you."

Yan Zhen asked, "How can I help?"

“I own a share in Shen Que’s company. He is injured now, and it’s hard to say whether there will be any aftereffects. He will need to stay in the hospital for a period of time to recover.”

When he wakes up, I will persuade him to focus on recovering and temporarily hand over the company's management to me. During this time, we can work together to undermine the company and transfer his share of the assets to your name.

Controlling the finances means controlling the situation. You'll have more leverage when discussing divorce with Shen Que, and he'll be more cautious. If things come to that, he might still be unwilling to agree.

Chen Yuan paused, his gaze resolute, "I will hire the best lawyer to handle your divorce case."

Yan Zhen's eyes lit up—this time it wasn't an act.

This method seems more interesting than simply and crudely inheriting Shen Que's property as his widow.

She could even imagine how furious and frantic Shen Que would be if he discovered that his trusted best friend and wife had conspired to undermine his company.

"Thank you!" Yan Zhen said, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you for helping me."

“I’m doing this not only to help you, but also to help Shen Que.” Chen Yuan said in a heavy tone, “We’ve been friends for so many years. Even if he’s a bastard, I don’t want to see him kill someone and go to jail, and I certainly don’t want you to die with him.”

Chen Yuan didn't stay long. He told Yan Zhen not to touch the bathroom water heater and then left.

Yan Zhen saw him to the door, and as soon as his figure disappeared from sight, the emotion and gratitude on her face vanished instantly.

Free help delivered to your door, might as well take advantage of it.

-

The following evening, Yan Zhen received a message from Chen Yuan saying that Shen Que had woken up, but his condition was not optimistic.

Yan Zhen had just finished her boxing class when her gaze fell on the words "the situation is not very optimistic," and she became interested.

"I am coming over now."

When Yan Zhen drove to the hospital and entered Shen Que's ward, there were already quite a few people inside.

Besides Chen Yuan, there were also company employees and clients who came to visit Shen Que after learning of his injury.

Shen Que lay in bed, still relatively conscious, but his reactions were noticeably sluggish.

He was surrounded by a group of chattering people, but no matter what they said to him, he looked completely bewildered.

Seeing that he was not in good condition, the people wisely did not stay long and left quickly.

Yan Zhen and Chen Yuan saw them out. After they had all left, Chen Yuan said, "Shen Que has hearing loss and can't hear anymore."

Yan Zhen frowned—pretending: "What did the doctor say?"

"It is currently uncertain whether it is temporary or permanent. If it is permanent, a cochlear implant may be necessary in the future."

Chen Yuan said, "In addition, brain hypoxia also has sequelae, affecting limb movement. Before you came, he wanted to go to the bathroom and fell when he got out of bed."

Yan Zhen felt increasingly relieved as he listened, while his wrist felt warm, a sign that his wound was slowly healing.

“Shen Que knows very well what an electric shock is. He was injured like this, so he must be resentful.”

Chen Yuan whispered a reminder, "To prevent him from venting his anger on you, don't be alone with him when no one else is around. He's just immobile, not paralyzed, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to hurt you."