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

Zhou Rang originally wanted to say that he wasn't a picky eater, but when he remembered the bowl of dark, strange-tasting and textured porridge he had just woken up, the words that came out of his mouth were: "I can cook."

The woman's eyes lit up for a moment, then she said, "But you're still injured. We can't let an injured person cook."

"It's okay, you buy the groceries, I'll take care of the rest."

The woman thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll help you."

The first step to winning a man's heart is to lower his guard.

Yan Zhen went to the market and brought back a bunch of miscellaneous fish, meat and vegetables, along with a message.

"Uncle Hui said the weather is still unstable and there are risks in going out to sea. It will be a few days before the boat returns to the city. However, someone is repairing the island's communication base station, and I believe we will be able to contact the outside world soon."

Zhou nodded, indicating that he understood, and took the dishes to the kitchen.

Zhou Rang was very skilled at chopping and stir-frying vegetables. Yan Zhen was supposed to be her assistant, but she had no room to interfere at all. Soon, three dishes and a soup were served.

Yan Zhen took a bite, and his eyes and brows lit up: "Brother Zhao, have you ever attended New Oriental?"

"Ok?"

"The taste is comparable to that of a professional chef."

Zhou Rang raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone restrained and tactful: "I used to cook a lot."

The second step to winning a man's heart is to affirm his contributions and value.

Yan Zhen finished all the dishes during the meal.

After dinner, she climbed up to the attic to draw comics, as she always did.

This time, she had only been sitting by the window for a short while when she heard a noise at the top of the stairs. Zhou Rang climbed up the wooden ladder.

He was carrying a bunch of bananas: "A child just came by and brought these."

Yan Zhen stood up and took it: "It should be the landlord's son. The landlord took the money and now doesn't have time to cook for us. He's quite embarrassed."

Zhou Rang glanced at the attic. It wasn't a big place, but it was very clean. There was a desk by the window with a laptop, a graphics tablet, and a stack of sketchbooks on it.

He sat down at the top of the stairs: "Have you been painting here these past few days?"

“Yes, I draw comics,” Yan Zhen said. “I make a living from this.”

Zhou Rang seemed intrigued: "What kind of comics?"

"I also draw romance comics and some suspense comics adapted from novels."

"Can I see it?"

Yan Zhen took down a picture album that the original owner had published two years ago and handed it to him. Zhou Rang began to flip through it.

His serious demeanor didn't seem like he was just "casually browsing," so Yan Zhen asked, "You read comics too?"

"Yeah, I'll watch it when I'm in school."

Yan Zhen was genuinely surprised this time.

Zhou Rang has the appearance of a cold and domineering CEO, and he is usually serious and doesn't smile much. She thought that such a person was born with a financial magazine with him.

Zhou Rang noticed her surprised expression and asked, "Is that strange?"

“One thing is certain: you look like the kind of person who always carries a briefcase with business contracts or the Civil Code in it.”

"Does this imply that I'm serious and old-fashioned?"

Yan Zhen laughed.

After flipping through half of the picture book, Zhou Rang pointed to a scene depicting a business battle between the male lead and the male supporting character and said, "The male lead's behavior involves malicious business competition, which is illegal. The male supporting character can sue him, and a lawsuit like this is sure to be successful."

After he finished speaking, Yan Zhen showed a surprised expression at the right moment: "Brother Zhao, are you really a lawyer?"

Zhou Rang didn't rush to answer, but instead asked, "What?"

Yan Zhen hesitated and asked, "Would you file for divorce?"

"will not."

"..."

"What do you ask for this?"

Yan Zhen hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "The story I'm working on recently involves a divorce case, and I'd like to ask you for some material."

Zhou Rang closed the picture book: "Ask away, I have a law degree."

Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then said, half-jokingly, "The female lead is an ordinary person who marries a wealthy husband. After the marriage, the husband cheats on her and tries to use his power to force her to have a child with his mistress as a surrogate. In this situation, how can the female lead use the law to extricate herself from this marriage unscathed?"

Zhou Rang cited several legal provisions and explained them from a legal perspective, finally giving an unexpected answer: "These are all the most idealistic approaches, but reality is often not as good as we think, so I suggest that we go all the way and kill the rich man."

Yan Zhen was taken aback: "But, but that would land me in jail."

"As you said, the man who cheated is a tycoon, while the female protagonist is just an ordinary person. Given that she is completely outmatched in power and status by the tycoon, the female protagonist's chances of winning are pitifully low. If she kills him and then explains her grievances, she can try to get leniency and be sentenced to imprisonment."

Very good, Zhou Rang is a ruthless person.

Yan Zhen muttered to himself, "But is it really worth it to sacrifice your whole life for a jerk?"

"If you encounter this kind of person and don't want to see a forensic doctor, then you can only see a judge."

Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Okay, I understand."

Zhou Rang observed her expression and saw that she looked serious and her delicate brows were furrowed. He suddenly asked, "Is this really what happened to the female protagonist in your comic?"

The third step to winning a man's heart is to pique his curiosity.

Yan Zhen looked surprised, then smiled wryly and said, "No, it's... something that happened to a friend of mine."

Zhou Rang ran his fingers along the edge of the picture book, pondered for a moment, and said, "Give me paper and a pen."

Yan Zhen took a piece of paper and a pen from the table, and Zhou Rang took them and wrote a number on them.

"Have your friend contact this lawyer; maybe he can help her."

Yan Zhen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Thank you, but I'll pass."

"why?"

“My friend’s husband is powerful and influential. If he finds out that you helped him, he might target you,” Yan Zhen said softly. “I can’t let this implicate you.”

Zhou Rang looked her up and down. From rescuing him, providing him with free food and lodging, and taking care of his injuries, to worrying about his suicide and taking his safety as her own responsibility, and now refusing to help him in order not to implicate him, he was basically certain that she was a kind woman with no ill intentions.

"It won't come to that. I know what I'm doing. If I dare to help, I'm not afraid of being implicated."

Yan Zhen pushed his hand away and shook her head firmly: "You've had it tough too, so I won't cause you any more trouble."

"Huh? How am I having a 'hard time'?"

Yan Zhen hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to him, her expression a mixture of caution and gossip.

“You didn’t commit suicide, but you fell into the sea. Were you being targeted by enemies for revenge? Your situation is so dangerous. I can’t add to your troubles. What if I make things worse and become the last straw that breaks your back?”

Zhou Rang was taken aback.

He hadn't expected her to go to this extent.

The woman's face was inches away from his; her beautiful eyes were looking at him earnestly and sincerely, clear and pure, with a touch of the innocence and curiosity unique to young girls.

Zhou Rang pursed his lips. The tension and frustration he had been feeling for the past few days eased, and he inexplicably felt like laughing.

Seeing this, Yan Zhen asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

"You're smarter than I thought."

Kindness and intelligence are two contradictory qualities. Intelligent people see and think too much, making it difficult for them to maintain pure kindness, while purely kind people are generally not very intelligent.

But he saw in this woman both qualities blended together without any conflict.