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

Once inside, Zhou Rang was forced to sit on the sofa. He watched as the woman opened a basket and brought out three dishes and a soup.

"I can't cook, the landlord makes the meals." She poured a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him. "This is peanut and pig's trotter soup, drink it while it's hot."

After a night's rest, Zhou Rang felt much better. As he sipped his soup, he gleaned useful information from the woman's words: "Landlord? You're not a local?"

"No, I'm here as a tourist." The woman smiled. "By the way, my name is Ming Yiwei, what's yours?"

Zhou Rang paused for a moment, then said without changing his expression, "My surname is Zhao."

Perhaps sensing that he was unwilling to reveal his name, the woman did not press him, wiped the chopsticks dry and placed them in front of him: "Then I will call you Brother Zhao from now on."

Zhou Rang frowned: "In the future?"

He had no intention of staying on the island for long.

The woman noticed his confusion and explained, "A typhoon is coming. Communication on the island is down, and we can't contact the outside world for the time being. The only fishing boat that can return to the city can't risk going out to sea right now. Stay here and recover until the storm is over."

After she finished speaking, she added, "I've already paid the rent for the house. There's no charge for another person staying here. Food costs forty yuan a day. If it's convenient for you, you can pay me back when your family comes to pick you up."

A typhoon disrupts communications, what a coincidence!

Zhou Rang tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and after a long while, he calmly said, "Okay."

After the meal, the woman cleared the dishes and returned them to the landlord's house. Zhou Rang noticed that she locked the door from the outside when she left.

Is this to prevent him from escaping?

Having been hunted and assassinated several times since childhood, Zhou Rang developed an extremely cautious and suspicious nature. His intuition told him that there was something wrong with this woman.

He became increasingly wary.

While the woman was out, he got up and walked around the house, finding a pair of stainless steel chopsticks in the kitchen cabinet.

The chopsticks had sharp tips, which could be used as self-defense weapons, so he took one and hid it with him.

The wind outside grew stronger and stronger, and soon a storm accompanied by torrential rain poured down.

The storm lasted for three whole days.

Zhou Rang originally thought that this woman with ulterior motives would make some moves in the next three days, such as trying to please him. He knew that he had an advantage in appearance, and the clothes he was wearing when he fell into the water and the high-end watch on his wrist were enough to prove that he was wealthy.

Perhaps this woman will take advantage of the opportunity of being alone in the same room to win his favor.

Or perhaps they have other motives towards him.

But unexpectedly, she did nothing.

Every day, she would brave the wind and rain to fetch three meals from her landlord's house, which was hundreds of meters away. After eating, she would clean up the dishes. Apart from reminding him to take his medicine, she would stay quietly in the attic for several hours at a time.

Although the two lived under the same roof, they barely communicated each other every day.

The storm stopped on the fourth day.

When it was time to eat, the woman went to the landlord's house to pick up the food. Zhou Rang seized the opportunity, walked to the door, and pulled the door. Sure enough, the door was locked from the outside again.

He found a clothes hanger, bent it into wire, hooked it onto the lock, and with some effort opened the door and walked out of the yard.

The weather cleared up, but the wind at the beach was still strong. Many marine creatures were swept ashore by the storm, and several children were barefoot collecting seashells in the shallows.

Zhou Rang slowly walked towards the children, intending to inquire if there was any way to contact the outside world.

But the children on the island are very wary. As soon as a stranger approaches, they run away before he can even speak.

Zhou Rang: "..."

Having received no help, Zhou Rang glanced around and his gaze fell on a tall reef not far away.

Climbing up that rock would give him a panoramic view of the nearby houses, and perhaps he could find a place like a small shop or supermarket to make a phone call to his subordinates.

With that thought in mind, he moved his right leg, which was still in a splint, and climbed onto the rock.

But before he could even survey the surrounding houses, he heard hurried footsteps behind him, and someone rushed up and grabbed him tightly around the waist: "Brother Zhao, don't be impulsive!"

"God gave you a second chance at life because He felt your life wasn't meant to end there!"

"No matter how bitter or difficult things are right now, they won't seem like much in ten or eight years. Time heals all wounds!"

Zhou Rang: "...Let me go."

"I won't let go!" The woman behind him tightened her grip on him. "Unless you promise me you won't jump into the sea!"

Zhou Rang had been stiff with rage the moment she lifted him into her arms, and now even his breathing was erratic. He practically forced out a sentence through clenched teeth: "I'm not going to jump into the sea, nor am I going to commit suicide!"

The woman was taken aback and immediately let go of her hand: "Then what are you doing climbing up here?"

Zhou Rang turned around: "It's stuffy inside, I came out for some fresh air."

The woman seemed to realize she had misunderstood, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face: "Um... so you didn't jump into the sea to commit suicide and were swept here by the current?"

"No."

She felt even more embarrassed, but at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

Seeing her relieved expression, Zhou Rang thought of something and asked, "You always lock the door when you go out. Are you worried that I'll come out and kill myself?"

"Hmm." The woman scratched the back of her head innocently. "I've already brought you back. If you die right under my nose because of my negligence, I'll spend the rest of my life feeling guilty."

Seeing her silly expression, Zhou Rang felt a slight pang in his heart, realizing that he had been judging her with his own petty mind.

Thinking of this, his previously heightened vigilance dissipated by more than half, and his expression softened.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, and it's windy outside, let's go back first." The woman said, jumping off the rocks first, then turning her back and patting her back.

Zhou Rang was taken aback and looked at her in confusion.

"What are you standing there for? Come on up," the woman said.

Zhou Rang then realized that the woman wanted to carry him back.

His expression became subtle.

In his twenty-nine years of life, this was the first time someone had offered to carry him on their back, and it was a woman.

"No, I can do it myself..."

Before Zhou could finish speaking, the woman grabbed his arm and pulled him onto her back without saying a word. She bent down and carried him on her back, walking slowly through the fine white sand towards the house.

"..."

Zhou Rang felt extremely uncomfortable lying on the woman's back.

"Put me down and I can leave on my own."

“I weigh 150 pounds, I’ll weigh you down.”

"Miss Ming, I..."

The woman interrupted him, saying, "The doctor said your leg can't be put on the ground yet. If you don't want your injury to worsen, it's best not to talk right now."

Zhou Rang: "..."

Back at the house, the woman placed him on the bed and knelt down to carefully examine the splint on his leg.

"Thankfully, the splint didn't shift." She breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something else, "Oh right, the landlord's father was injured by a falling tree. He went to the other side of the fishing island to take care of the elderly, and we don't know when he'll be back. We'll have to take care of our own meals from now on."

At this point, she glanced at him and said, "The food I made... will you just make do with it?"