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

Yan Zhen showed a hint of shyness at being praised: "Thank you..."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she belatedly realized something was wrong, and frowned: "Did I look unintelligent before?"

Zhou Rang didn't answer, put down the picture book and went downstairs.

Yan Zhen's protest came from behind him: "Hey! What's wrong with me that makes me look unintelligent?"

Zhou Rang didn't turn his head, his back to her, but he couldn't help but smile.

The fourth step to winning a man's heart is to showcase your strengths and let him see them "casually."

After their conversation in the attic, Yan Zhen could clearly sense that Zhou Rang had lowered his guard against her and was becoming more talkative.

Every time he cooked in the kitchen, Yan Zhen would hover around him, occasionally helping to pass him oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. The two would chat about all sorts of things, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

They chatted about comics and games, and Zhou Rang used the interesting things he encountered at work as material for his comics.

Through the information revealed in the chat, Yan Zhen discovered that Zhou Rang was not as cold and serious as he appeared on the surface.

On the contrary, he is thoughtful and interesting, and has some little-known quirks.

For example, when he is under a lot of work pressure, he will avoid people and hide in the company's power distribution room to play games.

Yan Zhen asked, puzzled, "Why the power distribution room?"

“There are few people, so no one will bother us,” Zhou Rang said. “Even if someone comes in and sees us, I can explain that I’m here to check the equipment, and it won’t ruin my aloof image.”

Yan Zhen scoffed at him: "So your aloofness was all an act?"

"You can't control your subordinates if you're not aloof."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen took two steps back, crossed her arms, and looked him up and down: "I must say, he's quite the actor."

"like what?"

"In idol dramas, he's like a cold and domineering CEO; in real life, he's like a heartless boss who exploits his employees and treats them like beasts of burden."

Zhou Rang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "It's not far from my expectations."

The fifth step to winning over men: create common topics and provide emotional value.

The two usually got along well, but Yan Zhen knew very well that Zhou Rang's attitude towards her at this moment was more like that of a friend with whom he felt safe, harmless and comfortable because there was no conflict of interest.

There might be a touch of admiration mixed in, but it's still missing a trigger to reach the "heart-stirring" stage she desires.

She was looking for this opportunity.

Two more days passed in the blink of an eye, and the sea around the fishing island was mostly calm, with fishermen gradually setting sail.

In the morning, Yan Zhen returned from the market with an old-fashioned button phone.

“My phone still has no signal. This is a fisherman’s phone on the island; you can make calls.” She handed the phone to Zhou Rang. “Try contacting your family.”

Zhou Rang took it, but before he could speak, Yan Zhen tactfully went out to avoid him.

Zhou Rang called his trusted assistant, who was overjoyed to learn that he was still alive.

Zhou Rang didn't rush to reveal his position, but instead asked about the company first.

Upon learning that the person behind the scenes had indeed extended their reach into the company and begun to act, he narrowed his eyes and changed his mind, originally intending to go back: "Okay, I understand."

"Boss, where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up right away," the assistant asked.

"No rush, I won't go back for now. Also, I'll keep the news that I'm still alive a secret for now. I can use this incident to lure out the people with ulterior motives in the company and the Zhou family. Once I get back, I'll take care of them all at once."

The assistant understood his intention: "Yes, boss!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Rang slowly walked out of the living room.

Yan Zhen was sitting in the yard, using an electric drill to screw screws into several wooden sticks as thick as a child's arm, assembling the sticks together.

Zhou Rang asked, "What is this?"

"You'll find out later."

Yan Zhen spent more than ten minutes assembling the wooden sticks into a simple walking stick.

"Come on, let's see if it works."

With Yan Zhen's support, Zhou Rang took a few steps with his cane.

Because of the injury on his right leg, he usually walks very slowly. After using crutches, he walks much faster, but he walks unsteadily, like a toddler learning to walk.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Yan Zhen helped him walk a few steps, but Zhou Rang's injured right leg couldn't support him, and his body swayed. He was about to fall, so she quickly leaned over to catch him.

However, Yan Zhen overlooked the imposing presence of Zhou Rang's nearly 1.9-meter height. Not only did her attempt to catch him fail, but she was also dragged down by him, and the two of them fell together.

At the crucial moment, in order not to press down on her, Zhou Rang quickly grabbed her waist and put himself underneath her, so that Yan Zhen was firmly pressed down on him, and their lips met.

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

Zhou Rang's pupils contracted slightly.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

The two stared at each other intently at close range, the air growing increasingly ambiguous. Zhou Rang's heart raced, and the tips of his ears turned uncontrollably red.

Seeing Yan Zhen's surprised and stunned expression, and feeling the softness pressing against his chest, he suddenly didn't know where to look.

Yan Zhen frowned, hissed, and sat up, covering his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Rang asked hurriedly.

"...You bumped yourself, it hurts." Yan Zhen asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

After hearing what he said, Zhou Rang touched his lips: "...A little."

The two covered their mouths and looked at each other, then inexplicably burst into laughter, instantly breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

Yan Zhen laughed and complained at the same time: "The romantic kiss when two people fall down while hugging each other in TV dramas is all fake. It would be strange if they didn't get hurt if they bumped into each other like that in real life."

Zhou Rang: "Exactly!"

"Misleading children."

"Yes."

The two of them sat on the ground laughing like idiots for a long time. Yan Zhen got up, pulled Zhou Rang up as well, patted the dust off his clothes, and then picked up his cane.

"I'll modify it a bit more, so when your family comes to pick you up, you can use it to go home."

Zhou Rang paused slightly and said, "My family can't come to pick me up for the time being."

"Huh? Why?"

Her eyes were wide open, and her surprised and confused expression caught Zhou Rang's eye. He felt a sudden surge of affection and found her inexplicably cute, and he was suddenly inspired to tease her.

So he deliberately remained silent for a while, then sighed: "They don't care whether I live or die."

Just as Yan Zhen had expected, he was initially taken aback, a hint of restrained pity flashing in his eyes. However, not wanting Yan Zhen to notice, he quickly suppressed his emotions and tried to appear nonchalant: "It's alright, if you want to go back, I can let Uncle Hui..."

“I’m not in a hurry,” Zhou Rang interrupted her. “I need to recover first. Otherwise, if I go back like this, they might take advantage of my injury and do something drastic.”

“Alright.” Yan Zhen nodded. “Then, I’ll return the phone to the fisherman first.”

"Okay." Zhou Rang took out his phone and handed it to her.

Yan Zhen took it, and as he turned around, his eyebrows twitched slightly—the fish had taken the bait.