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

Yan Zhen became wary: "What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, the man realized she had misunderstood and quickly explained, "I'm an aerial photographer. I came to Yudao Island to shoot sunrise footage. I've looked at all the houses nearby, and only your place has the perfect angle and height. I rented the house to shoot time-lapses of the starry sky at night and aerial shots of the sunrise in the morning. I have no other intentions."

After he finished speaking, he took off his bag, unzipped it, and showed her the drone equipment inside.

Upon realizing that the other party meant no harm, and upon closer inspection, noticing the calluses on his hands from long-term camera use and the wear and tear on his backpack, it became clear that he was indeed a photographer.

Yan Zhen no longer doubted his words and her attitude softened considerably, but she still refused, saying, "I'm also here for tourism. This is a rented house, and it's inconvenient for me to rent it to you."

The man persisted: "Is there no room available? I can sleep on the floor."

Yan Zhen: "..."

"Please!" the man pleaded, clasping his hands together. "My portfolio is missing the starry sky and sunrise photos of Yudao Island. There's no better spot to take them than your house. Could you please help me out, miss?"

Yan Zhen has always been someone who responds better to gentleness than force. If someone tries to force their way in or arrogantly throws money at her, she can beat them to a pulp.

But the other party pleaded with her in a soft voice, and since it was indeed a genuine need, she immediately softened.

"Three days?"

"Yes, just three days."

"Take the photos and leave?"

"We'll leave right after we're done taking the photos, and we definitely won't cause you any trouble."

Yan Zhen then opened the door: "There's an empty room upstairs, tidy it up yourself."

"Thank you, thank you!" The man bowed to her, picked up his bag, and strode into the yard.

After walking a few steps, he remembered something, turned around and said, "My name is Bian Yuan, what's your name, sister?"

"My surname is Ming."

"Okay, Sister Ming, I'll be bothering you for the next three days."

Bian Yuan was tidying up his room on the second floor when Yan Zhen went upstairs and moved his laptop and graphics tablet down, intending to give him the second floor for three days.

Not long after, Zhou Rang returned, carrying a fish that the landlord had given him.

Before Yan Zhen could even mention the extra person in the house, a scream suddenly came from upstairs, followed by a shirtless man rushing downstairs like a whirlwind, practically jumping around like a mad monkey in the living room.

Zhou Rang was startled and immediately shielded Yan Zhen behind him: "Who are you!"

Bian Yuan frantically scratched his back: "Moth...moth! There's a moth!"

Yan Zhen patted Zhou Rang, signaling him to calm down, then walked behind Bian Yuan and caught a moth stuck to his shoulder blade: "Okay, caught it."

Bian Yuan immediately took several steps back, staring at the moth in Yan Zhen's hand with a look of shock, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to the powder of this kind of moth."

Yan Zhen frowned, opened the window and threw the moth away. Turning around, she saw Zhou Rang staring at the man. She quickly explained why Bian Yuan had rented the room.

"He stayed for three days and then left."

Bian Yuan had calmed down by now, and bowed repeatedly to Zhou Rang, apologizing, "I'm so sorry to have bothered you."

Zhou Rang looked visibly displeased. After a long while, he said expressionlessly, "Put your clothes on," and then turned and took the fish to the kitchen.

Bian Yuan turned and walked upstairs. After a few steps, he scratched his arm and asked Yan Zhen apologetically, "Sister, do you have any allergy medicine? I forgot to bring mine."

When Yan Zhen looked, he saw that within just a few minutes, a layer of small bumps had appeared on his arms and back, indicating that he had indeed had an allergic reaction.

"Wait."

She gave Bian Yuan the allergy medicine, and he thanked her profusely before going upstairs.

At dinner, Bian Yuan shamelessly ate a meal for free, praising as he ate, "This fish is so tender and fresh, Sister Ming, your cooking is really good!"

"The greens are delicious! I've never seen this kind of green before. Sister, what's this called?"

"The soup is delicious too! Are you a professional chef, sister? How can you cook such delicious food!"

Before Yan Zhen could express his opinion, Zhou Rang suddenly slammed his chopsticks down on the table, the sound startling Bian Yuan.

Holding the bowl anxiously, he asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Zhou Rang: "Don't talk while eating."

His cold expression was quite intimidating. Bian Yuan looked at him, then at Yan Zhen, and nodded cautiously: "Oh, okay."

Yan Zhen almost laughed when she saw this, and explained, "The food was cooked by 'Brother,' not by me."

Bian Yuan then realized he had flattered the wrong person. His eyes lit up as he looked at Zhou Rang, ready to repeat his flattery. Zhou Rang saw through his intention and gave him a sharp look: "Shut up."

Bian Yuan: "..."

After dinner, it got dark, and Bian Yuan went to the rooftop to set up his tripod to prepare for shooting time-lapse star trails.

After dinner, Yan Zhen strolled around the yard to digest his food, while the sound of slapping mosquitoes could be heard from the rooftop from time to time.

The mosquitoes on the island at night are numerous and vicious. Considering that Bian Yuan would be staying on the rooftop all night, and to avoid seeing him covered in mosquito bites the next day, Yan Zhen brought mosquito coils and mosquito repellent to the rooftop.

Bian Yuan was deeply grateful for her timely help: "Sister Ming, you are so kind. Not only are you beautiful, but you are also so kind-hearted."

Flattery never fails. Even though Yan Zhen knew the other person was just saying nice things, she couldn't bring herself to dislike his words because of his handsome, baby-faced appearance.

"Aren't aerial landscape photographers supposed to travel all over the country? How come you didn't even prepare mosquito repellent when you were shooting night scenes?"

Speaking of this, Bian Yuan said with a bitter expression, "I used to go out with my assistant, and he would bring everything except the equipment. This time, my assistant couldn't come because of something, so I forgot about it."

Yan Zhen recalled how generously he agreed to pay 10,000 yuan in rent without hesitation. He was indeed someone who could afford an assistant and was not short of money.

She chuckled softly, turned around, and prepared to go downstairs.

Bian Yuan called out to her, leaned closer, and asked gossipy, "Sister, are you and the guy downstairs a couple?"

Yan Zhen shook his head.

"Then what's your relationship?"

Uncle and niece-in-law

Yan Zhen silently repeated it in his mind, but said aloud, "Friend."

"only friends?"

"Otherwise what?" Yan Zhen retorted.

Bian Yuan pouted and muttered, "He's so fierce. The way he looks at me is like a husky whose territory has been invaded."

Yan Zhen glanced at him sideways: "Talking badly about people behind their backs, don't you think that's pretty manipulative?"

Bian Yuan shrugged: "Who told me to be such a coward? I didn't dare say it to their faces, so I could only say it behind their backs and vent my frustration."

Yan Zhen was amused by him, and after laughing, he said, "You should keep your bad words to yourself. You'll have to rely on him for food for the next few days. If you make him angry, you won't even have the northwest wind to drink in this poor, remote place."

Upon hearing this, Bian Yuan immediately made a zipping motion over his mouth.

The two leaned against the rooftop railing, whispering to each other, completely unaware that Zhou Rang was standing in the dark stairwell.

Seeing this, his fingers curled up and unconsciously clenched into a fist.