Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Fang Zhouyang was somewhat surprised to hear his words. Could it be that Pan Yang had been targeting the Fang and Yu families all this time, and now that Fang Bianlin was desperate, he had kidnapped him to threaten Pan Yang?

"Tsk." Fang Bianlin noticed his gaze and walked over, pinching Fang Zhouyang's face: "Heh, I was wondering why Pan Yang would help you deal with the Fang family. Now I understand. Although you are disabled, you have a handsome face."

As he spoke, he kicked Fang Zhouyang's leg, but Fang Zhouyang couldn't feel anything. Then, Fang Bianlin said with a mocking expression, "Is your face all that's worth his liking? Or is it..." His eyes glanced at a certain place.

"It's just that you can't move your legs, which makes it a bit boring."

"Get out." Fang Zhouyang suppressed the nausea in his heart, trying to break free from the hand pinching his face, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Snapped!"

Fang Zhouyang felt a burning pain on his right cheek, and he knew without a doubt that it would swell up.

"You think you're so great that you can get me out of bed?" Fang Bianlin's voice was full of sarcasm, and the hatred in his eyes was undisguised: "Fang Zhouyang, you are much dirtier than me. Don't think you are so arrogant."

After saying that, he didn't look at Fang Zhouyang, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "I'm going out for a walk. If Pan Yang doesn't come within an hour..."

He paused, a wicked glint in his eyes, and continued, "As long as you don't kill him, you can do whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, the two servants' lewd expressions became even more pronounced. Fang Zhouyang's heart sank. There was nothing he could do now, and he hated himself even more for not even having the ability to struggle and protect himself.

Time ticked by, each second an agonizing struggle. The taller man glanced at his watch and spat on the ground.

"Pah, it's been forty minutes and they still haven't arrived."

"Brother, it's only twenty minutes until it's an hour anyway." The shorter man rolled his eyes, looking somewhat shifty. "This pretty boy, we've never run into one like him before."

Upon hearing this, the tall man thought for a moment, looked at Fang Zhouyang, and clicked his tongue: "That's true, it's been almost an hour anyway, it doesn't matter when we go up."

Upon hearing this, the shorter man immediately walked towards Fang Zhouyang, while the taller man was clearly putting on an act; his slow, leisurely pace betrayed his intense desire.

As the two people drew closer, Fang Zhouyang tried his best to calm himself down: "Aren't you two afraid of going to jail? Fang Bianlin is the kind of person who only thinks about himself. Otherwise, why would he bring the two of you instead of Yu Miao and Fang's parents?"

To everyone's surprise, the two of them grinned without caring at all.

“Kid, you’re smart. We brothers are just risking our lives. What difference does it make when we die? It’s just that if we really go to jail…”

As he spoke, he looked Fang Zhouyang up and down, his eyes gleaming: "It wouldn't be a loss to try you out before going in."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhouyang's heart sank again. Looking at the ugly faces of the two people, his expression darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't touch me."

This made them laugh. The tall guy raised his hand to grab Fang Zhouyang's head, but before his hand could touch Fang Zhouyang, he suddenly felt a flash of white light and felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

But his hand fell to the ground, and blood started flowing from his wrist. The tall man was in so much pain that he knelt down, clutching his wrist and yelling.

The short man was startled: "Who!"

A figure appeared at the warehouse entrance, holding a sword in his right hand and dragging Fang Bianlin with his left. Judging from the appearance, Fang Bianlin had been beaten up and was unconscious.

Pan Yang dropped Fang Bianlin and walked into the warehouse step by step: "What were you trying to do just now?" He had a smile on his face, but you couldn't feel any joy in it. In fact, it was a bit creepy and made people feel scared.

The shorter man instinctively took a step back, and when he saw the taller man still yelling about his severed hand, he swallowed hard.

"Noisy." With a light flick of his sword, Pan Yang unleashed a sword aura that slashed straight at the tall man. In an instant, the tall man's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Seeing this, the short man just wanted to run, but his legs seemed to be glued to the ground. He could only watch as the man swung his sword, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

Pan Yang shook the blood off his sword, tossed Xiao Yao back into his spatial dimension, and walked over to Pan Yang to untie his bound hands.

He only came to his senses when Pan Yang picked him up: "You're here." The scene just now had truly shocked him, but he didn't feel scared.

"Hmm, this place is too remote, it took some time." Huan Yang carried him out of the warehouse and saw a car parked not far away. He got into the car, and the passenger seat was Huan Yang's secretary.

The secretary swallowed hard, trying to appear calm: "President, there are no security cameras here. It would be safest to have someone set it on fire later."

Although He Group has indeed done some shady things before, this time it's just too damn exciting!

Pan Yang nodded, looking at Fang Zhouyang's wrist, which was red from being tied with ropes. He gently squeezed it, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. Fang Bianlin had let them die too easily.

Fang Zhouyang watched Pan Yang's gentle movements, and recalling what Fang Bianlin had said earlier, he took a deep breath: "Pan Yang, you said before that it was for me..."

"what happened?"

"I..." Fang Zhouyang felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He gritted his teeth and grabbed Fan Yang's collar, kissing him.

After the kiss, a blush crept up his earlobe: "I think I've fallen in love with you. Shall we go abroad and get married?"

"Okay." Pan Yang looked at him, his voice slightly hoarse: "Let's go home first."

The secretary saw the whole scene through the rearview mirror—what a thrilling sight! He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles!

After returning home, the secretary naturally left tactfully. Fang Zhouyang didn't see the two people who had taken care of him either. He didn't ask, but he figured they had been dismissed by Huan Yang.

Pan Yang put him on the bed, and then Fang Zhouyang saw Pan Yang walk out of the room without hesitation. Before he could feel disappointed, he saw Pan Yang come in with a first-aid kit.

Pan Yang took out the ointment and gently applied it to his wrist. His wrist was slightly red and the skin was a little chafed, but it wasn't serious.

"You...cough cough." He coughed a few times, realizing his voice sounded a little awkward. "Pan Yang, I know I'm selfish. I'm disabled..."

Pan Yang didn't look at him. He packed up the first-aid kit and put it aside, then kissed him without hesitation: "I like your selfishness. Don't overthink it."

A sleepless night...

Afterwards, Fan Yang simply took Fang Zhouyang abroad to get their marriage certificate and go on their honeymoon. The customs abroad are more open, and when people saw the two of them, they only gave their blessings, and no one pointed at Fang Zhouyang's legs.

The two spent a year traveling abroad before returning to China. After returning, Pan Yang became a hands-off manager, only asking for some shares. He didn't care who the new president of the company was.

Both eventually passed away peacefully in their old age.

"Mission complete, teleporting to system space."