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

"You guys go over there."

"You two go to the kitchen and search thoroughly."

Every move of the people outside could be clearly heard, and Yan Zhen could even guess their search route based on their footsteps.

Soon, the door to the master bedroom was pushed open, footsteps came from above, followed by the sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Yan Zhen subconsciously straightened his body.

A moment later, four or five people seemed to have all gathered in the master bedroom, and someone said, "Big brother, no one's here."

"There's no one upstairs either."

"The stove in the kitchen is still hot, so the person must have left not long ago."

"There is a wheelchair in the living room. It is in very good condition and must have been bought recently."

Yan Zhen in the basement: "..."

I initially thought they were just low-level thugs, but I didn't expect them to search so thoroughly and have such amazing observation skills.

“The person hasn’t left.” The “big brother” who hadn’t spoken until now said, “Both the front and back doors are locked from the inside, the person is still inside, search again.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen looked up at Zhou Rang.

In the dim light, only his silhouette could be vaguely seen. The enemy was right outside, but his expression showed no panic.

Noticing her gaze, he even raised his hand and gently stroked the back of her head, silently comforting her.

The group searched again, and finally gathered in the master bedroom once more, standing right on the wooden floor above their heads.

"Brother, we've searched every nook and cranny, but there's no one here."

The man called "Big Brother" pondered for a moment, and then the sound of knocking on the wall came from above.

Yan Zhen frowned; things were about to go wrong.

The other party not only had ill intentions, but was also quite intelligent. They knocked on the wall to determine if there was a hidden space in the middle of the wall, and whether someone might be hiding in that space.

Following their method of investigation, once they've knocked down the walls, they'll eventually knock down the floor, and it's only a matter of time before they find them hiding in the basement.

It seems a fight is inevitable today.

Fortunately, the original owner had good physical fitness. With the fighting skills she had honed across so many dimensions, she wasn't without a chance of winning a fight.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen couldn't help but sigh.

She spent more than ten days cultivating the image of a "weak and kind little white rabbit" in front of Zhou Rang, but the moment she made a move, that image was completely ruined.

Zhou Rang didn't know how he would view her.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she heard two knocking sounds above her head, making her heart skip a beat.

The person tapping on the floor seemed to realize there was something hidden under the wooden floor, and all the footsteps gathered around, followed by the sound of someone lifting the floorboards.

Yan Zhen looked up and stared intently at the wooden plank. Her body subconsciously took a step forward, shielding Zhou Rang behind her. Then she pulled out stainless steel chopsticks from her pocket—the ones she had just grabbed to use as a self-defense weapon.

She was considering how likely it was that once the wooden floor was lifted, she could preemptively strike and blind one of the opponents with chopsticks, thus crippling one-fifth of their fighting strength.

She was preparing her attack intently, completely unaware of how shocked Zhou Rang was, who was being held behind her—this petite woman, more than twenty centimeters shorter than him, was poised to pounce like a protective cat, rushing forward to try and shield him.

In his twenty-nine years of life, this was the first time someone had risked their life to protect him without any self-interest or ulterior motives.

His heartbeat gradually accelerated, becoming rapid and heavy, making his chest feel sore and numb.

Words cannot describe the shock I felt at that moment.

Compared to Zhou Rang, whose mind was full of chaotic thoughts, Yan Zhen's attention was entirely focused on the wooden floor.

A crack was torn in the wooden floor, and it kept widening. Yan Zhen gripped his chopsticks tightly, calculating the time and opportunity to rush forward—

three!

two!

one……

Hey! What are you doing?!

Suddenly a loud shout came from outside, and the person lifting the floorboards trembled, and with a "bang," the floorboards fell back to their original position.

Then came the sound of footsteps rushing into the master bedroom; it sounded like there were quite a few people.

Aunt Liu's loud voice rang out: "Officer Chen, it's them! I don't know where they came from, but they searched our houses one by one and even kicked down our yard gate!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately settled back into place.

The neighbor next door invited the police officers stationed on the island.

Things went smoothly from there; the men didn't dare linger and were "invited" out by the police.

Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief only after the footsteps above him had completely disappeared.

She was about to call Zhou Rang over when she turned around and bumped into his chest. She heard his rapid and frantic heartbeat and was slightly startled.

Through his blurry vision, Zhou Rang stared at her blankly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Their eyes met, and he didn't look away.

After thinking about the cause and effect, Yan Zhen suddenly understood—Zhou Rang had seen her rushing to the front and was moved by it.

Unexpectedly, this group of people stumbled upon a solution that actually helped them.

Yan Zhen reached out his hand to him, intending to pat him on the shoulder.

Zhou Rang misunderstood and immediately gripped her tightly: "Miss Ming, I..."

"Don't be afraid." Yan Zhen pretended not to see the emotions surging in his eyes and gently comforted him, "They're gone, we're safe now."

Zhou Rang: "..."

When they came out of the basement, they were covered in dirt.

For safety's sake, Yan Zhen secretly sneaked into the convenience store to inquire and confirmed that the police had driven the group away. He also personally witnessed that the speedboat moored at the dock was gone before returning home.

“They’ve been driven away, but they’ve discovered something’s wrong here and will come back sooner or later. We can’t stay here anymore.” Yan Zhen started packing his things. “I’ll have Uncle Hui take you out to sea first thing tomorrow morning.”

Zhou Rang asked, "And you?"

“I’m moving to a different place,” Yan Zhen said. “My landlord also has a house on the other side of the island, so I’m moving there.”

Zhou Rang hesitated.

He wanted to stay, but he worried that staying would put her in danger again, just like tonight.

The safest course of action for him right now is to leave and return to Maple City.

After Yan Zhen finished packing his things, he saw Zhou Rang sitting in his wheelchair without saying a word. He neither asked to stay nor expressed his opinion on sending Zhou Rang away.

She thought for a moment, then went over and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Rang remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"You want to stay?"

Zhou Rang looked up at her, but still didn't say anything; he didn't dare ask to stay.

Yan Zhen pretended to misunderstand: "Is it not safe for you to leave the island? Would it be more dangerous for you to go back?"

Zhou Rang was stunned.

"Then you should stay," Yan Zhen said. "At least I'll protect you here."

Zhou Rang pursed his lips: "No, it's dangerous for you to stay with me."

Like tonight?

Zhou Rang nodded.

Yan Zhen laughed: "So what? If they come again, we'll just run together. I'll push you in my wheelchair, and when we get to a place where the wheelchair can't go anymore, I'll carry you on my back! Don't forget, I can carry you."

Zhou Rang's heart skipped a beat, and that unfamiliar, tingling sensation from the depths of his heart surged up again.

He stared intently at Yan Zhen: "Why are you so good to me?"

Yan Zhen tilted his head and thought for a moment, his eyes full of innocence: "Because you cook well. If you leave, no one will make me spicy stir-fried ribbonfish."