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

Realizing that his actions of attracting moths by turning on the mosquito-killing lamp and deliberately causing Bian Yuan's allergy had been exposed, Zhou Rang felt not only guilty and ashamed, but also at a loss for what to do.

Having navigated the treacherous waters of the business world for so many years, he had done far more sinister and despicable things, but never before had he felt so embarrassed and anxious, worried that Ming Yiwei would look down on him or even distance herself from him if she found out about these things.

He didn't want to leave that impression on her.

"I..." Zhou Rang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He turned his face away helplessly, his ears burning red. After a long while, he finally said, "I'm sorry."

Yan Zhen didn't mean to blame him, and her words were brief and to the point. Seeing that he understood, she smiled and said nothing more.

Zhou Rang took her silence as dissatisfaction. After hesitating for a while, he said, "I'm going to apologize to Bian Yuan," and quickly went into the clinic.

Bian Yuan was sleeping when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder and shook him: "Bian Yuan! Bian Yuan!"

He woke up groggily and saw that it was Zhou Rang who came. He struggled to open his swollen eyelids and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, your allergic reaction tonight is my fault."

Bian Yuan was startled, half-awake: "Wh...what?"

When Zhou Rang explained about the mosquito-killing lamp, Bian Yuan's dazed mind finally came to its senses. He was immediately shocked and frightened: "You've gone too far! Do you know you almost killed me!"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault," Zhou Rang apologized. "I will cover your medical expenses, lost wages, and compensation for emotional distress. I will take care of your daily needs while you recover on the island. Once you've recovered, give me a list, and I..."

"I don't need it!" Bian Yuan interrupted him, trembling with rage. "I will never forgive you! You are despicable! If Sister Ming hadn't brought me to the clinic in time, would I have died from an allergic reaction by now? To treat someone you've only known for two days so cruelly, you are simply... utterly terrifying!"

Zhou Rang stood by the hospital bed, his hands folded in front of him, his head slightly lowered, a posture of complete "admitting his mistake," and he did not retaliate no matter how much Bian Yuan scolded him.

He put on a very sincere apologetic gesture, but to Bian Yuan, he saw no remorse whatsoever.

He had a strong intuition that the other party was only apologizing for the sake of apologizing, and did not really feel remorse or guilt for hurting him.

“I don’t want to see you right now, please leave!” Bian Yuan said, pointing to the door. “Being in the same room with someone as terrifying as you puts a lot of psychological pressure on me.”

"it is good."

As Zhou Rang walked out, Yan Zhen came in.

The two brushed past each other, and Zhou Rang quickly glanced at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen paused, gently patted his shoulder, her words conveying a strong sense of reassurance.

Zhou Rang's anxious and restless mood was immediately soothed.

When Bian Yuan saw Yan Zhen enter, he immediately sat up and recounted how Zhou Rang had apologized to him earlier, exclaiming, "Isn't he utterly despicable? How could he do that! How could he do that!"

He had lived for almost twenty years and this was the first time he had encountered such a despicable person.

Yan Zhen sat down by the hospital bed and echoed, "Yes, it's really despicable. This matter cannot be turned over so easily. We need to teach him a lesson... How much should we make him pay? You name your price, and I'll help you negotiate. I'll definitely give you a satisfactory result."

After hearing the first half of the conversation, Bian Yuan was smug that Yan Zhen was on his side, but after hearing the second half, he immediately narrowed his eyes: "You're on his side?"

Yan Zhen said without changing his expression, "What are you saying? I'm just fighting for your rights."

"Hmph, on the surface you're helping me get compensation and vent my anger, but actually you just want to use money to settle things for him and keep the peace. Do you really think I'm stupid enough not to see that you're protecting him?"

Seeing that he understood the underlying meaning, Yan Zhen decided not to hide it anymore and coaxed Bian Yuan in a gentle tone: "You two are both my friends. I'm not on either side. What's done is done. I've already given Brother Zhao some advice. He knows he was wrong and is willing to compensate you for all your losses. So, see if you can accept the compensation and not hold it against him?"

As she spoke, she made a guarantee, "As long as you don't hold it against him, I'll cover all your food and lodging on the island, and you'll have plenty of fresh seafood."

After this round of kind words, Bian Yuan's anger subsided considerably, and he said in a haughty manner, "Since you've said so, then for your sake, I won't pursue the matter... But I don't want to live under the same roof with him anymore. This person is too dangerous. You should make him move out."

“No.” Yan Zhen has her own principles and bottom line. “I can help you find another place, but he can’t move out.”

"why?"

Yan Zhen suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Although you are all my friends, he is the one who truly belongs to me."

Bian Yuan: "..."

Finally, Bian Yuan agreed to let Yan Zhen help him find another house, and he would move out when it got light.

After dawn, Bian Yuan finished his IV drip, and the allergic reaction had mostly subsided, but the redness and swelling on his face would take time to fade. After getting the medicine prescribed by the doctor, the three of them rode their electric scooter home.

Halfway there, Zhou Rang suddenly stopped the car and got out, saying, "I'm going to the market to buy some vegetables. You guys go back first."

"it is good."

Yan Zhen took Bian Yuan home. Bian Yuan went upstairs to pack his things, while Yan Zhen contacted the landlord, who remembered that the landlord still had several properties available.

When the landlord heard that Bian Yuan wanted to rent a house, he came over enthusiastically to help take away his luggage. Yan Zhen brought cleaning tools and went over to help Bian Yuan clean the house.

When Zhou returned home after buying groceries, he found the house quiet.

He pushed open the door and went inside, but there was no one upstairs or downstairs.

Not only Yan Zhen and Bian Yuan disappeared, but Bian Yuan's luggage also disappeared.

A thought immediately popped into his mind—had Bian Yuan run off with Ming Yiwei?

Thinking of this, he immediately became so anxious that his face changed color.

He wanted to contact Ming Yiwei, but he didn't have a cell phone or Ming Yiwei's number.

Zhou Rang tried his best to calm himself down. From the time he went to the market to the time he returned, it had only been an hour and a half.

They can't go very far in an hour and a half.

Moreover, the only way to leave the fishing island is by Uncle Hui's boat. If he rushes to the dock now, he may still be able to stop them.

His mind was filled with thoughts like "She doesn't want me anymore," "She left me here all alone," and "She's going to go with that kid Bian Yuan," and he turned and ran towards the dock.

Zhou Rang's leg was still in the recovery period, and the doctor did not recommend walking too much, but at this moment he could not care about anything and ran all the way to the dock.

When he arrived at the dock, Uncle Hui's boat was still there. He ran over to take a look, but there was no one on board.

When we inquired at a small shop not far from the pier, several elderly women chatting together said they hadn't seen anyone go out to sea.

They were still on the island—Zhou Rang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately calmed down a bit. It was only then that he noticed a series of pains coming from his right leg.

When I rolled up my trouser leg, I saw that my injured calf was red and swollen.