Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Just as Pan Yang was wondering, a servant next to him spoke up: "Young Master Yao, the master is in the study."

Pan Yang nodded and walked towards the study. He pushed open the door and saw Zhou Yang sitting there, typing on his laptop.

When Zhou Yang heard the door open, he looked up and saw that it was Pan Yang. His whole demeanor softened: "You're back. I had someone save some food for you. It's in the kitchen."

"I'm not hungry." Pan Yang walked to his side and looked at the computer screen. Zhou Yang didn't hide anything and let Pan Yang look openly.

After a long silence, Zhou Yang finally spoke: "Were those people people you helped me with?"

"Probably." Pan Yang nodded thoughtfully. He had been looking for a lot of people these past few days, and sometimes he was unlucky enough to run into people who had bullied the original owner.

Zhou Yang, somewhat helplessly, pulled Pan Yang onto himself: "You don't need to do that, I can handle it." This made him seem like a naive and innocent person.

"I have the ability," Pan Yang said confidently.

"Okay, you're really good. You're the best." Zhou Yang said softly, almost like he was coaxing a child.

Afterwards, Zhou Yang spent half a year completely clearing out all his businesses. During those six months, some people still had designs on him, but they were all sent to the police station.

That day, Zhou Yang had just signed the contract when he received a call from his subordinate A. He had had A stay by Huan Yang's side for several months to prevent any accidents from happening.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened! Young Master Yao has been in a car accident and is at the Municipal Central Hospital!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang immediately hung up the phone and got up to leave. At this moment, he felt a little panicked. Had he been in a car accident? Was it an accident or something else?

Even his hands, which were gripping the steering wheel, were trembling. He couldn't imagine what the boy looked like right now; all he could think about was the car accident.

Finally, he rushed to the ward, pushed open the door, and saw Huan Yang sitting in a wheelchair, but there were no obvious wounds such as blood on his body.

Henchman A saw him and said, "Boss, you're here."

Zhou Yang ignored him and walked up to Fan Yang, squatting down: "It's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive. We can go abroad for treatment of your leg, it'll be fine."

"Why treat your leg?" Pan Yang was completely baffled.

"Don't you want to get treatment?" Zhou Yang was taken aback.

"My leg is fine, just a scraped skin, and I got a glucose drip while I was at it." Pan Yang looked Zhou Yang up and down. It shouldn't be like this, he's not even thirty yet and he already has Alzheimer's.

Now Zhou Yang was bewildered. He looked at his subordinate A, then at Pan Yang: "He said you were in a car accident."

The subordinate, A, scratched his head sheepishly: "Boss, I might not have explained it clearly. It's just that when Young Master Yao was riding his bicycle, a child suddenly darted out and Young Master Yao fell down. I guess that counts as a car accident..." His voice trailed off as he spoke.

Looking into Zhou Yang's eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine. Was the boss angry? He hadn't meant to do it.

"Boss, I'm going to pay the medical bills first!" After saying that, subordinate A rushed out of the ward, terrified.

Zhou Yang felt a headache coming on with this subordinate A, then looked at Pan Yang with a hint of helplessness: "Can you tell me why you're in a wheelchair?"

Pan Yang's face was tense and expressionless. Could he say he wanted to play with the wheelchair? No! Even though the wheelchair was electric! Didn't this big shot have any pride?

"Try it out." Pan Yang's voice was very calm, as if he were talking about something very serious.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang smiled and ruffled Pan Yang's hair, saying, "Then buy it and play with it at home."

Pan Yang looked at him without saying a word. Was he playing around? No! Let me tell you, don't you dare slander me! I'm simply experiencing the life of a disabled person, experiencing the hardships of life!

After his subordinate A paid the money, Zhou Yang bought an electric wheelchair and took Pan Yang away.

The car window was slightly opened for ventilation, and the car was temporarily stopped due to the traffic light. Zhou Yang looked at Pan Yang.

The young man leaned back lazily in his chair, staring ahead with a blank expression on his face, as if nothing mattered to him.

"kid."

"Hmm?" Pan Yang turned his head to look at him, his brows furrowed slightly. He didn't like being called a kid, but he reluctantly accepted it because it was Zhou Yang who called him that.

"Let's get married." Zhou Yang's voice was low and his expression was very serious, as if he were talking about something of life and death.

"Okay." Pan Yang nodded. Whether they got married or not didn't matter to him, since Zhou Yang was his anyway. Of course, if Zhou Yang wanted to marry him, that would be the best outcome.

As soon as he finished speaking, the red light turned green. Zhou Yang chuckled and stepped on the gas.

Because domestic laws are not perfect, Zhou Yang specially chose an auspicious day to go abroad to register their marriage, and the wedding was as lavish as he could possibly want.

Both of them drank quite a bit of alcohol, and two hours after the wedding ended, Zhou Yang was still feeling a little dizzy sitting on the bed.

Having just finished showering, Pan Yang sat naturally on the bed wrapped in a bath towel. The wedding was such a hassle. He had thought that getting a marriage certificate would be enough, but he never expected Zhou Yang to make it so extravagant.

Zhou Yang's gaze never left Pan Yang. Pan Yang's hair wasn't dry, and water droplets fell down his hair onto his collarbone. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Is it okay?"

Pan Yang raised an eyebrow at Zhou Yang, suddenly feeling a urge to tease him: "No."

Zhou Yang looked somewhat dejected. Perhaps it was because he had been drinking, but his aura wasn't as strong as it used to be; instead, he looked listless.

Seeing him like this, Pan Yang felt that Zhou Yang was a little silly, so he grabbed his tie and kissed him: "Of course you can."

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the entire room.

Subordinate A stood at the doorway, then suddenly hesitated. He had just heard the sound, hadn't he? But what time did the boss say to book the tickets?

"Are you crazy?" Subordinate B walked out and saw him standing at the door of Zhou Yang's room. He rolled his eyes, walked over and dragged him away.

"You're the one who's sick." Subordinate A retorted instinctively, then realized something: "Boss, he..."

"What's the big deal? Go to sleep. No need to book tomorrow's flight." After saying that, his subordinate B didn't even look at him and turned to go back to his room.

Subordinate A hesitated for a moment in the corridor, gritted his teeth, and finally returned to his room.

Afterwards, Zhou Yang took Huan Yang abroad for a month before returning to China to start working. Once back in China, Huan Yang officially began his "slacking off" mode and was quite carefree.

However, Zhou Yang often drags her out for walks, although sometimes it's just that Pan Yang deliberately sits in the wheelchair and lets Zhou Yang push her around, which ends up drawing sympathetic looks from a group of people.

Zhou Yang could only feel helpless about this. What else could he do? As long as Pan Yang was happy, that was all that mattered.

Both eventually died peacefully of old age.

001: "Return to system space."