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

Yan Zhen knew what he was up to. He was simply trying to smear her and put psychological pressure on her from a moral standpoint because he couldn't win an argument or a fight.

He would seize the moment she showed any fear and use it to mentally pressure her.

"Whether I cheated or not, you should ask your mother," Yan Zhen said calmly. "After all, this came from her."

"...You better not have!" Shen Que said viciously. "If you dare to cheat on me, I'll kill you!"

"Don't worry." Yan Zhen stared straight at him. "I don't have the habit of two-timing. Even if I want to find someone new, I will wait until my current marriage is dissolved before looking for someone openly and honestly."

Shen Que gritted his teeth: "Want a divorce? You're dreaming!"

"No divorce." Yan Zhen smiled slightly. "I'll wait until I'm widowed."

Shen Que: "..."

After Yan Zhen returned to his room, Huang Guilan brought over a first-aid kit and looked at Shen Que sheepishly, saying, "Son, let's treat the wound first..."

Shen Que glanced at her, his expression grim: "Mom, don't make up those baseless stories in front of outsiders next time. No matter how bad Jiang Yunong is, she's still my wife."

"It was Mom's fault for not thinking things through. I won't do it again next time." Huang Guilan quickly admitted her mistake. At that time, all she could think about was humiliating Jiang Yunong and making her lose face in front of the neighbors.

I never expected that this scoundrel would not only be so shameless, readily taking the blame, but also shifting the blame onto Shen Que.

The mother and son have really shot themselves in the foot this time.

Huang Guilan had never suffered such humiliation before. The thought that in the future, when the neighbors talked about the Shen family, they would think of "the son's impotence," "the daughter-in-law's infidelity," and "the grandson seems to be an illegitimate child" made her feel even more resentful.

No!

She couldn't sleep at night because she was so angry!

Huang Guilan's mind worked quickly, and she soon came up with another idea.

"Son, this can't go on! That woman is practically taking advantage of us!" Huang Guilan said in a low voice while treating Shen Que's wounds. "We have to think of a way to teach her a lesson and let her know who's in charge of this family!"

Shen Que rinsed the blood from his mouth, wincing in pain from the cold water: "How do I treat her? She's like a mad dog right now, and my injuries haven't healed yet. I'm no match for her."

"We can't confront her openly; we need to use some special methods." Huang Guilan whispered a few words in Shen Que's ear, "If we succeed, she'll be stuck at home and at your mercy!"

Shen Que had a sudden thought. He squinted and pondered for a while before nodding, "Okay, I'll do as you say."

-

Yan Zhen went back to his room for a nap, and when he woke up, it was already dark outside.

She walked out of the room. The living room had been cleaned up. Shen Que was sitting on the sofa with his arm in a cast, using a tablet to process work emails despite his disability.

He went to the hospital to get his teeth fixed, and now his lips are swollen like sausages, his forehead is wrapped in gauze, and his once fairly regular facial features are distorted, making him look like a fathead fish.

The newly replaced television was playing the evening news, and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Huang Guilan was preparing dinner, and the home, weathered by the storm, exuded an eerie tranquility.

Yan Zhen has always had a strong sixth sense, and she sensed an impending storm brewing from this calm.

Neither mother nor son are easy to deal with. After being humiliated in public and beaten until she was covered in bruises, they will definitely not let her off easily.

Yan Zhen poured himself a glass of water, casually walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, glancing at the cast on Shen Que's arm: "Did you break a bone?"

"Yes, a fracture."

"Then you need to take good care of yourself and make sure there are no long-term effects."

"it is good."

The two exchanged a few calm and polite words, and then Huang Guilan came out with the dishes.

Upon seeing Yan Zhen, she immediately smiled and said, "Daughter-in-law is awake! Wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon."

Yan Zhen's right eyelid twitched, and his gaze fell on the dining table.

Six dishes and a soup—today's dinner is so lavish it feels like a last meal before death.

"Okay," she replied, standing up and saying, "I'll go call An'an."

Before long, the family of four sat around the dining table, and Huang Guilan served Yan Zhen a bowl of soup: "Here, Yunong, drink more."

Yan Zhen looked at her with feigned incomprehension: "Mom, what are you up to now?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Guilan's smile faded, and she raised her hand to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes: "Shen Que spent half the day doing ideological work with me today. I know I was wrong, and I shouldn't have treated you like that before."

"Oh?" Yan Zhen looked at her exaggerated acting and adopted an attitude of being willing to hear more.

“You are the daughter-in-law of the Shen family, we are family. I was too harsh on you before, and said many things I shouldn’t have said. I know that you were heartbroken by me, which is why your personality changed so drastically…”

"Don't worry, Shen Que and I won't hold what you did these past few days against you. I've thought it through. For Shen Que's sake, for An'an's sake, and for this family, I will treat you like my own daughter from now on. I also hope you can live a good life with Shen Que and stop fighting."

"Oh..." Yan Zhen drawled out the last syllable, then smiled with emotion. She grasped Huang Guilan's hand, which was resting on the dining table. "Mom, it's so wonderful that you think this way. I promise you, I will treat you like my own mother from now on!"

Isn't it just about acting?

As if no one can do it.

Huang Guilan got goosebumps when she was gripped by her hand, and her expression stiffened for a moment.

She subtly withdrew her hand and pushed the chicken soup in front of Yan Zhen: "Try it quickly, I specially bought an old hen and stewed it for more than three hours."

"Thank you, Mom!" Yan Zhen picked up the bowl and brought it to her lips. Just as her lips were about to touch the chicken soup, she suddenly looked up and, sure enough, found that Shen Que and Huang Guilan were staring straight at her with nervous expressions.

It seems the problem lies in this bowl of soup.

Yan Zhen put down his bowl, and Huang Guilan immediately asked, "Why aren't you drinking? Is it not to your liking?"

Yan Zhen pushed the soup bowl in front of Shen Que: "You are a patient and need to nourish your body more than I do. You drink it."

"There's more here!" Huang Guilan quickly moved the soup bowl back to Yan Zhen. "You drink yours, I'll get him another bowl."

Yan Zhen stared at the fragrant soup for a few seconds, then fed it to Shen An: "Son, come on, drink this soup. Grandma made it especially for you. It's so delicious."

Confused, Shen An opened his mouth to drink, but Huang Guilan panicked and quickly overturned the soup bowl: "Don't drink it!"

The soup bowl was turned upside down on the table, shattered into pieces, with soup spilling everywhere.

Yan Zhen looked up and gazed meaningfully at the mother and son opposite him.

Meeting her knowing yet insightful gaze, Huang Guilan and Shen Que felt a chill run down their spines.

Finished!

They've been exposed!

"Speak," Yan Zhen said calmly, leaning back in his chair. "Do you want to try to get a lenient sentence by confessing, or do you want me to use torture to extract a confession?"