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

Chen Yuan was at a loss for what to do when she cried: "I...I didn't mean that, please stop crying."

Yan Zhen stopped crying, but tears still streamed down her face. She choked out, "I know I have a history of wanting to die with Shen Que. It's normal for you to suspect me from his brother's perspective."

But if you don't believe me, you should at least believe the police investigation results. How could a woman like me, who stays at home all year round doing nothing, possibly have the ability to kill someone and get away with it?

Chen Yuan paused, and after learning of Shen Que's death, his chaotic mind regained some rationality.

After careful consideration, he realized that he should trust the authority of the police.

If Shen Que was really killed by Jiang Yunong, she wouldn't be able to stand here and talk to him right now.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan felt a pang of guilt when he looked at the woman sobbing uncontrollably in front of him.

"I'm sorry, it happened so suddenly, my mind was in a mess, and I suspected you without thinking it through... I apologize!"

Yan Zhen wiped away her tears, her expression full of exhaustion: "Never mind, An'an is still at home, I have to go back and cook for him."

Chen Yuan quickly said, "I'll take you."

"No need." Yan Zhen refused, then looked at him hesitantly.

Chen Yuan asked, "What's wrong?"

“I only found out that Shen Que suspected me of having an improper relationship with you when my mother-in-law made a scene at the police station. He had hired a detective to investigate me.”

Chen Yuan's expression changed.

"Although nothing has been found out, in order to avoid giving anyone a reason to criticize us, you should not see me except on essential occasions."

Chen Yuan nodded after a long pause: "Okay."

Yan Zhen stepped aside and drove away from the parking lot.

As soon as the car was out of Chen Yuan's sight, Yan Zhen immediately put away his sorrowful expression and focused on driving with a blank face.

A "ding-dong" notification sounded in my mind, indicating that the system was online. The system's cute little voice rang out: "Congratulations, host, 90% of the resentment has been cleared. Completion of the mission is just around the corner."

Yan Zhen frowned and said with disdain, "Can you please not talk to me in that tone? Don't you know I hate children?"

"……Oh."

The next moment, Xiao Qi's voice suddenly changed to the rough, deep voice of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties: "I have a question."

"explain."

“Chen Yuan is no longer of any use. So what if he suspects that you killed Shen Que? He can’t find any evidence anyway. It’s not in line with your style of using and discarding people.”

Yan Zhen held the steering wheel for a while before saying, "There aren't many good people in this world, so let's not break his heart and let him spend the rest of his life in guilt."

-

Chen Yuan helped organize Shen Que's funeral. Huang Guilan cried her heart out at the funeral and clung tightly to the urn, refusing to let it be buried.

The funeral was only able to end smoothly after her relatives tried their best to persuade her and she fainted again from crying.

That night, Huang Guilan woke up in her bed at home.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the electronic candles on the wall emitting a blood-red light.

Thinking about her son's death, the company that had changed its legal representative, and the fact that her family's car, house, property, and son would all belong to Jiang Yunong, the murderer, Huang Guilan was so angry that she felt dizzy and almost vomited blood.

She shakily got out of bed, went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and sharpened it on the whetstone for a long time, preparing to lie in wait behind the door and kill Jiang Yunong when she returned.

She wants this woman to be buried with her son!

With everything prepared, Huang Guilan looked at the Buddha statue on the wall, thought for a moment, walked over, lit an incense stick, and murmured to the Buddha statue.

"May Buddha have blessed me so I could kill that vile woman. If the law can't punish her, then I will! She killed my son, and I will make her pay for it in blood!"

She prayed devoutly again and again, and solemnly placed the incense sticks into the incense burner.

The next moment, the Buddha statue in the niche suddenly tilted forward and was about to fall over. Huang Guilan hurriedly caught it and found that the touch was wrong.

She took out the Buddha statue, and when she realized that it wasn't a Buddha statue at all, but Shen An's Ultraman toy, her eyes widened.

The anger, grief, and despair that had been building up for days suddenly erupted, and all the blood in my body rushed to my head.

The world spun before her eyes, and Huang Guilan, holding Ultraman, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

-

Huang Guilan suffered a stroke.

He is paralyzed on one side, his eyes are slanted and his mouth is crooked, and he can't even speak.

After staying in the hospital for more than a month and her condition improved, Yan Zhen, who had to manage the company and take care of the children, was "too busy" to take care of her, so he sent her to a sanatorium.

During this time, something happened to the Fu family.

Hu Dawei survived after emergency treatment, but he was convicted of causing death by malicious intent, and a long trial and imprisonment await him.

In an attempt to mitigate his responsibility, Hu Dawei's elder brother and father spread rumors that Hu Dawei's murder was "due to circumstances" and "forced into a corner," trying to use online public opinion to put pressure on the court.

Just like in the previous life, the Hu family seized on the sensitive issue of gender antagonism and spread rumors that Fu Yao "did not date my brother and spent his money," "drained his savings from more than ten years of work," and "dumped my brother after hooking up with a rich man," trying to portray Hu Dawei as an "honest man" who only had murderous intent when he was driven to desperation.

Faced with the rumors, Mr. Fu produced the surveillance footage he had copied from the restaurant, revealing Hu Dawei's true identity to the public.

"Fuck you, you filthy bitch!"

"Just because I flattered you a bit, you think you're some rich and beautiful woman?"

"Don't think I don't know that women like you, who act like chaste and virtuous women on the surface, are the most lewd moans in bed!"

"When I'm rich, a woman like you won't even be worthy of kneeling down and licking my shoes!"

Once the surveillance footage was disseminated, Hu Dawei's image as an "honest man" was instantly shattered.

Fu Yao wasn't idle either; she collected evidence of the Hu family's rumors and filed a lawsuit against them in court.

Not long after, the Hu family sheepishly stepped forward and publicly apologized, and never dared to cause trouble again.

-

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Yan Zhen took over the company as Shen Que's widow. With her business experience, she thrived in the industry.

However, a faint scar remains on his wrist.

She spent several days studying the people around Jiang Yunong, trying to figure out what this unhealed scar was due to some unresolved obsession.

But after several unsuccessful attempts, and with no signs of the scar worsening, she decided to leave it for the time being.

Yan Zhen was busy building his career and planned to save up some money to stay in this world comfortably until he was 60 before leaving. So he left his little tagalong Shen An to be taken care of by his parents, who had moved back home.

That evening, Yan Zhen received a call from the teacher, saying that Shen An had gotten into a conflict with other children at the kindergarten.

Yan Zhen drove to the kindergarten and found that things were much more serious than she had imagined—Shen An had somehow gotten hold of a lighter and burned the hand of a little boy in his class.

Faced with the little boy crying with tears in his eyes, Shen An remained expressionless, showing no remorse or guilt whatsoever.

Yan Zhen couldn't help but recall the Shen An he had met when he first transmigrated to this world. His parents were fighting in front of him, with blood splattering everywhere and shouts filling the air, but he was able to sit calmly on the sofa watching TV, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

He seemed to be more than just numb to all of this.

The boy's parents arrived at the kindergarten and were furious when they saw their son being bullied like this. They made a move to beat Shen An.

Yan Zhen offered sincere apologies and high compensation, saying all the right things, before the other party reluctantly gave up. Pointing at Shen An, he warned, "If there's a next time, see how I deal with you."

Shen An's face darkened.

As they were leading the little boy away, Shen An suddenly grabbed a plastic stool and smashed it against the back of the boy's head.

"Go to hell!!!"

Yan Zhen, who had been observing him, paused slightly. For a moment, she saw the shadow of Shen Que in Shen An.

She reacted quickly, kicking Shen An to the ground.

After being stunned for a moment, Shen An looked up at Yan Zhen with a look of resentment as if he were looking at an enemy.

Yan Zhen did not let it go. She hurriedly apologized to the boy's parents, picked up the lighter on the ground, and dragged Shen An away.

Once in the car, Yan Zhen used the seatbelt to strap Shen An to the child seat in the back, pulled out his arm, rolled up his sleeve, and lit a lighter to burn the back of his hand.

Shen An was burned and screamed as she struggled.

Yan Zhen pressed him down and scalded him five or six times, until Shen An finally cried out in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Zhen asked.

Shen An bit his lip, unwilling to answer. Yan Zhen lit a lighter in front of him, making a gesture to continue.

Shen An was so frightened that she shrank back desperately, crying out, "It hurts! Mommy, it hurts!"

"The classmate you burned is in pain too!" Yan Zhen said sternly, "Why did you burn him with a lighter?"

Shen An hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I don't like him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhen burned the back of his hand again.

Shen An screamed, "It hurts! It hurts! I've already answered you, why are you still burning me?"

"Because I don't like you either!"

Shen An was stunned.

"So, do you think I'm being unreasonable?" Yan Zhen said coldly. "The child you burned felt the same way. You feel wronged and sad now, just like he did when you bullied him."

Shen An: "..."

"If you don't like that classmate, you can stop talking to him or playing with him, but you can't hurt him. He doesn't owe you anything!"

Yan Zhen warned, "Violence won't solve anything—you might not understand this now, but Shen An, if you ever dare to lay a hand on your classmates for no reason again, if you hit them once, I'll hit you twice; if you burn their hands, I'll put your whole arm on the grill and roast it!"

Shen An shuddered in fright, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Understand?"

He nodded and whispered, "I understand."

Yan Zhen then put away the lighter, adjusted the seatbelt binding him to the normal position, and turned to the driver's seat.

She had just started the car when she felt a warm sensation on her wrist.

She rolled up her sleeve and saw that the scar, which hadn't moved for six months, was now slowly healing again.

I see--

Yan Zhen looked up and saw Shen An, who was sitting in the back seat with his arms crossed and looking aggrieved, in the rearview mirror.

A sapling won't grow straight if it's not pruned. She might not be able to straighten Shen An right away, but that's okay. She has another thirty years to slowly teach him how to be a person.

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