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

Shen Que's hair stood on end, and his body reacted instinctively. He immediately staggered back a step, the blade almost grazing his nose as it slashed down.

Yan Zhen's attack failed, but Shen Que's expression changed drastically, and his eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at Yan Zhen.

He was certain from that last thrust that Jiang Yunong intended to kill him—

Is she crazy?

I always knew how to control myself when I hit her. The worst time I hit her was only to keep her in the hospital for a little over a month. I never thought of killing her.

But she went straight for his life with her first move.

When did she become so arrogant?

Moreover, does she even know what the consequences of murder would be?

Huang Guilan was also terrified by Yan Zhen's actions and screamed, "Murder! Murder..."

Yan Zhen glanced at her, then with a flick of his wrist, used the blade of the knife as a slap, striking Huang Guilan hard across the face and knocking her to the ground again.

"Shut up! If you keep yelling, I'll make an example of you!"

Huang Guilan: "..."

After dealing with Huang Guilan, Yan Zhen turned to look at Shen Que.

Shen Que was still holding the chair when Yan Zhen stared at him with an excited yet eerie gaze. He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake with its tongue flicking out.

The two were locked in a stalemate for three seconds before Shen Que reacted first. He threw the stool in his hand at Yan Zhen, and taking advantage of her dodging, he rushed forward, grabbed her wrist, snatched the kitchen knife, and threw it far away.

As soon as the threat was over, Shen Li grabbed Yan Zhen by the neck, dragged her in front of him, and said through gritted teeth, "Jiang Yunong, are you asking for a beating? Believe me or not, I'll kill you!"

Yan Zhen was being choked and couldn't breathe, but a defiant smile played on his lips: "Who dies first... is still uncertain!"

After she finished speaking, she hugged Shen Que's waist and bent her knee to thrust hard into his groin.

"what--"

With a bloodcurdling scream, Shen Que collapsed to the ground, his legs bent inwards, clutching his groin and convulsing uncontrollably.

Huang Guilan was stunned!

She looked at Shen Que helplessly, wanting to reach out and help him up, but afraid of aggravating his injuries. She could only call out to him in vain, "Son...son...how are you?"

Shen Que was in so much pain that his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his vision was blurring. He managed to squeeze out a few words through his teeth: "Call... an ambulance."

The ambulance arrived quickly, and Shen Que was rushed to the hospital. Huang Guilan accompanied him, and the house immediately fell silent.

Yan Zhen turned around and looked at the messy living room.

The walls were riddled with dents and pits, the tiles underfoot had several cracks, and the furniture was replaced every few days.

Like the original owner of the house, Jiang Yunong's family was exhausted and scarred by years of domestic violence.

Finally, Yan Zhen's gaze fell on Shen An, who was intently watching TV on the sofa, and his brows furrowed.

Shen An is acting strangely.

Whether it was seeing her face covered in blood when she entered the door, or facing her parents fighting each other with knives, Shen An remained calm.

They remained calm to the point of taking it for granted and finding it unsurprising.

However, Yan Zhen thought again that Shen An, born into such a family environment, was probably already used to violence and insults.

In his subconscious, this way of interacting with his parents was normal.

It's one thing to be indifferent to domestic violence, but the real fear is that Shen An, influenced by what he sees and hears, will grow up to use violence to solve problems as well.

Shen An was also one of the original owner's unfulfilled wishes, so it seems that some effort will have to be put into correcting this child in the future.

Thinking this, Yan Zhen began to tidy up the living room, righting the overturned tables and chairs, sweeping up the broken porcelain, picking up the kitchen knife and putting it back in its place, and also wiping the dust off the cabinet.

As she finished wiping, her gaze fell upon the Buddhist shrine above the cabinet, where a kind-faced Buddha statue was quietly gazing at her.

Yan Zhen stared at it for a while, then reached out and took the Buddha statue out of the shrine, picked up Shen An's Ultraman toy and stuffed it in.

Such a vicious mother and son should not insult Buddha.

That evening, the Jiang family elders called to tell Yan Zhen that they had moved away from the local area and were staying temporarily at a relative's house thousands of miles away.

"Change your phone number too," Yan Zhen instructed. "Don't answer calls from unknown numbers."

Given Huang Guilan's personality, after suffering such a great loss, she would definitely complain to her in-laws.

It's best not to let Mr. and Mrs. Jiang know what she's going to do next.

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The next morning, before Yan Zhen got out of bed, there was a clattering noise coming from the living room.

She opened the bedroom door and saw that Huang Guilan had returned and was packing things that Shen Que would need for his hospital stay.

Huang Guilan was furious. She packed up a few clothes and toiletries, making a fuss as if she were about to tear the house apart. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yan Zhen coming out of the bedroom, and she began to make veiled accusations.

"What sins did the Shen family commit to marry such a jinx? Not only does she rely on our Shen family for everything, but she also beats her husband and mother-in-law. Aren't they afraid of being struck by lightning? Old Shen, if you have a spirit in heaven, you must protect my son and me and make sure we are safe and sound. Quickly take those heartless and despicable things to hell!"

Yan Zhen slowly walked to the dining table and poured a glass of water: "Did I hit you too lightly yesterday? You still dare to bark here today?"

Huang Guilan was taken aback, then angrily retorted, "You want to hit me?"

Yan Zhen finished drinking the water and put down the cup: "Would you like to try?"

Huang Guilan immediately fell silent, recalling the fierceness with which she had wielded a kitchen knife to chop at Shen Que yesterday.

Yan Zhen chuckled and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Huang Guilan stared at her retreating figure with resentment, the spot on her stomach where she had been kicked yesterday still throbbing with pain.

The thought of her son lying in the hospital in excruciating pain filled her with rage. She grabbed a glass of water from the table and smashed it hard against the back of Yan Zhen's head.

If this attack succeeds, it will be enough to give this crazy woman a hard time!

Yan Zhen could see Huang Guilan's movements clearly through the reflective glass door of the sideboard. She tilted her head slightly, and a water glass flew past her ear and shattered with a crash.

She turned around, squinted at Huang Guilan, taking in the changes in her expression from shock to fear to bewilderment, and then quickly walked towards her.

The moment Yan Zhen turned around, Huang Guilan realized something was wrong. When Yan Zhen stared at her with cold eyes, a chill ran down her spine.

As soon as she saw Yan Zhen coming, she turned around and tried to run away.

Yan Zhen rushed forward, grabbed Huang Guilan by the back of the head with one hand and twisted her arm with the other, slamming her face down onto the dining table.

With a dull thud, Huang Guilan's cheek, which had been swollen from being slapped yesterday, made intimate contact with the dining table, and she immediately cried out in pain.

“Huang Guilan, no matter how fiercely I fight or how badly I argue with your son, that’s just between us. At most, you’re guilty of not raising him properly and being negligent. I don’t intend to hold you responsible, but if you stand up for him, I don’t mind dealing with you too!”