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

Jiang Yuechan was taken aback.

Before she could retort, the door to the control room was pushed open from the outside, and the butler walked in with a worried look on his face. He first went to the control panel and pressed the push button, then whispered a few words in Jiang Yuechan's ear.

Jiang Yuechan's expression changed drastically. When she saw Yan Zhen blocking the control panel and then looked at the people peeking in from outside the door, she immediately realized that she had been tricked.

The thought that her words had been broadcast through the main console to the banquet hall and heard by all the guests tonight sent a chill down her spine. She was also furious and ashamed, staring at Yan Zhen with eyes that seemed to want to devour her alive.

"You little bitch, how dare you scheme against me!!!"

Seeing her posture, Yan Zhen wisely took two steps back: "Hey! Madam, you should think this through. The guests outside heard what you just said. If I go out with a slap mark on my face, wouldn't that confirm the fact that you despise and mistreat your daughter-in-law?"

Jiang Yuechan: "..."

Her chest heaved violently, and her gaze at Yan Zhen was so venomous that she wished she could tear a piece of flesh from her body.

Just then, a middle-aged woman in business attire walked in: "Madam, the old lady requests your presence."

Jiang Yuechan paused, her expression turning even uglier.

It seems this matter has already reached my mother-in-law's ears; she's bound to give me a scolding tonight.

"I'll deal with you later!" Jiang Yuechan said, storming out of the control room.

Yan Zhen had outmaneuvered her and left the control room in high spirits.

She returned to the banquet hall and saw Zhou Yan talking to the butler from afar. He had changed his clothes, obviously having tidied himself up after being soaked in the rain.

Yan Zhen adjusted his expression and walked towards Zhou Yan.

Upon seeing her, Zhou Yan immediately asked, "Did you have a fight with my mother backstage?"

"Ah."

“You…” Zhou Yan was a little angry.

Just as he was about to say something, a voice interrupted from the side: "Zhou Yan."

Yan Zhen and Zhou Yan turned around at the same time, while Su Er stood three meters away.

She changed into a white dress. Her features weren't particularly stunning, but she had a domineering and assertive aura, radiating an air of confidence that looked down on everything. She possessed a sharp and outgoing beauty that befitted a mature woman.

To Yan Zhen's surprise, she seemed to be a few years older than Zhou Yan.

Su Er's gaze lingered on Yan Zhen for two seconds before turning to Zhou Yan: "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Zhou Yan paused, glancing nervously at Yan Zhen, as if afraid she would discover something amiss.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back."

After saying this, Zhou Yan followed Su Er to a distance to talk.

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, but Yan Zhen had a feeling that the topic was related to her—as they spoke, their eyes kept glancing in her direction.

Soon, the two finished their conversation, and Zhou Yan walked over to her, his expression not looking good.

Yan Zhen met his gaze, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

As expected, as soon as Zhou Yan reached her, he grabbed her arm and roughly dragged her out of the banquet hall.

When the two arrived at the back garden, Zhou Yan cut to the chase: "You knew everything?"

Yan Zhen feigned ignorance: "What?"

Zhou Yan reached out to grab her bag, pulled out her phone and opened the photo album. He immediately saw the video he had taken in the back garden twenty minutes earlier.

His face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Yan Zhen subconsciously clenched his fists—he had underestimated his opponent. Zhou Yan was thick-skinned, but Su Er was not.

Having been tricked twice in a row, Su Er realized something was wrong and immediately told Zhou Yan to take care of her.

She's definitely got the air of a leading lady; she doesn't bother getting entangled with someone like her, a minor character.

After watching the video, Zhou Yan put his phone in his pocket.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. When he raised his head again, his eyes no longer held the patience and gentleness he usually pretended to have. Instead, they were filled with coldness and oppression after the facade had been torn off.

"When did you find out?" Zhou Yan asked.

After asking the question, he continued without waiting for Yan Zhen's reply: "That time when we were on our honeymoon abroad? I should have guessed it. Su Er suspected it was you, but I didn't believe it—so I was locked in the sauna, and tonight the sprinkler system in the back garden suddenly turned on, soaking Su Er and me in dirty water. Was it all your doing?"

Now that things had come to this, Yan Zhen admitted, "Yes."

She had barely finished speaking when she received a slap across the face.

Zhou Yan didn't hold back at all; the slap made Yan Zhen turn her head to the side, her head buzzing. For a moment, she felt like she had lost her hearing.

"You should be glad Su Er is alright, or I would have killed you!" Zhou Yan said viciously.

Yan Zhen turned around, wiped the corner of her mouth with her fingertip, which was covered in blood, and suddenly laughed.

Zhou Yan frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

In his memory, Ming Yiwei was not a smart person. He was already surprised that she didn't cry and make a scene immediately after discovering her affair.

Now, faced with the questioning, she remained completely calm and showed no sign of fear. Zhou Yan was annoyed by her composed demeanor.

"You're the one who cheated, and you're the one with malicious intentions. Your shameful deeds have been exposed, yet you still have the audacity to attack me." Yan Zhen sneered, "I've learned something new. I never knew people could be so shameless and despicable."

Zhou Yan wasn't angry when he heard this. Instead, he pinched her chin and said, "Say what you want. Since you've found out, I'm too lazy to hide it anymore. I've been with Su Er for several years. She's the only one in my heart. But she doesn't want to be tied down by marriage and doesn't want to have children, so I married you."

"I need to give my family an explanation, and I also need a child to inherit the family business. Ming Yiwei, I have no grudge against you and don't want to make things difficult for you. As long as you give birth to my child through IVF, I'll give you 100 million yuan, and I'll divorce you and let you leave. How about it?"

"Not very good." Yan Zhen brushed his hand away.

Zhou Yan wasn't telling the truth. The irrefutable evidence of his infidelity was right in front of him, and the other woman was still in the banquet hall, yet he continued to lie. He beautified "surrogacy," which Ming Yiwei found most disgusting in her past life, as "IVF pregnancy," trying to make her believe that if she agreed to IVF, the child she gave birth to would have half of her bloodline.

Zhou Yan sized her up: "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? Do you know the going rate for surrogacy abroad? You can buy a child for a million or two. I'll give you a hundred million, give birth to the child, take the money and leave. You'll never have to worry about money for the rest of your life."

Yan Zhen asked, "Do you think I made a profit?"

"Of course, exchanging ten months of pregnancy for a hundred million is an opportunity that countless women would beg for but never get."

“But you’re not the kind of person who would do a losing deal.” Yan Zhen smiled. “I’m afraid that after going through the hardship of carrying a child for ten months and risking my life to give birth, I’ll lose my life instead of getting the money, and all I’ll do is benefit someone else.”

Zhou Yan paused, meeting Yan Zhen's all-knowing gaze, and felt a sudden pang of guilt for no reason.

He looked away, his voice turning cold: "You have no choice but to accept, Ming Yiwei. Either have my child, take the money and leave, or I'll kill your whole family. After all, only the dead can keep secrets."