Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

“Last March, I finally became a debt-free and free person,” Shen Zhu said. “I also paid back Gao Yan’s medical expenses. I remember my father looked very bad at the time and asked me if I wanted to completely sever ties with this family.”

At that time, Shen Zhu was busy returning to China to hold a tour. After being reminded by his father, he remembered that he still owed the lawyer consultation fee. He casually said that he would pay back the money for the lawsuit after the concert.

Shen Zhu's father was furious and scolded him, saying that he was handling this matter not for Shen Zhu's sake, but for the sake of the Shen family, and that Shen Zhu should stop trying to make himself look good.

“Of course I know he wasn’t doing this for me,” Shen Zhu said with a smile. “After I went abroad, even though he didn’t have concrete evidence, he still used his personal connections to send the people who had bullied Gao Yan to a juvenile detention center. This was not to protect me—otherwise, the media wouldn’t have kept bringing up the old story over the years. My father just felt that these people had offended his authority and therefore had to pay the price.”

Shen Zhu talked on and on for a long time, starting with an upright sitting posture, then leaning on Wen Ying's shoulder, and finally lying down with his head resting on Wen Ying's knees.

He gently pulled off the rubber band that Wen Ying used to tie her hair and put it on his wrist. Shen Zhu then hooked a strand of long hair that had fallen down and wrapped it around the base of his ring finger.

Does it look like a ring?

Wen Ying said, "It looks very similar." She looked down at him and said in a serious tone, "I'll buy you a real one tomorrow. How many carats of diamond ring do you want?"

Shen Zhu asked her for a huge diamond ring, saying that his new house hadn't been renovated yet, and by putting the ring Wen Ying gave him in it, Shen Zhu could save on lighting costs.

"Where did you buy your house?" Wen Ying asked casually.

“It’s across the street from your house.” Shen Zhu met her gaze frankly and said confidently, “Knowing the essential information about your idol is a basic quality of a qualified fan.”

Wen Ying: "..." She didn't know if he was qualified or not, but Shen Zhu was really good at being a bastard.

But she suddenly had some doubts, "Where did you get so much money to buy a house? Is being a singer really that lucrative?"

"I don't make much money, just enough to eat. I just want to be closer to you, doing this out of love."

Shen Zhu said, "When I first went abroad, I found some odd jobs. I happened to run into a classmate who was starting a band, so I just tried it out. I never thought it would become a hobby. When I went to college, the band closed down. I also learned to trade stocks and made some miscellaneous investments until I eventually started my own company."

“Shen Chi once lent me a sum of money. At first, I didn’t want it, but he said that the money was to pay for his own guilt and had nothing to do with the Shen Group. It was just an investment in his personal capacity.”

Wen Ying paused for a moment. Shen Chi had once broken up a loving couple and then embezzled from their place of business. Wen Ying could guess where his guilt came from.

Shen Zhu said, "I haven't had much contact with my parents over the years, but Shen Chi often asks me how I am doing."

Once, during a phone call, Shen Zhu asked Shen Chi for advice on business matters. Halfway through their conversation, Shen Zhu's father's voice came from the other end of the phone. He angrily criticized Shen Chi, the head of the company, for maintaining contact with his unfilial son who had betrayed the family.

The father said, "He's all grown up now, he doesn't need the family's help anymore, why are you worrying about him? I heard he even got into the entertainment industry and is involved with actors, he's setting a bad example for the family..."

Before the father could finish speaking, Shen Chi interrupted him with a simple "That's enough."

Shen Chi said lightly, "You should be glad that I'm not the one standing against you."

Shen Zhu listened through the screen. There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Then footsteps sounded, and his father left. Shen Chi picked up the phone again and continued the conversation that had just been interrupted, speaking as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, Shen Zhu suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen through the surface of the iceberg. Beneath Shen Chi's indifferent exterior, there might be a more rebellious and crazy spirit than he was.

Wen Ying felt that Shen Zhu was no less impressive. After all, he had been obsessed with romance since high school, and he also had excellent grades. After becoming an adult, he held multiple jobs, became a boss and invested in himself, and still had time to find out about his first love.

Such a heavy workload is beyond the capacity of most people.

She looked at Shen Zhu and suddenly said, "You're actually the investor in Director Wen's variety show, aren't you?"

"..." Shen Zhu paused for a moment, "It was me. I misunderstood you a lot. I thought that even after four years, you still liked Shen Chi. Although I gave you my first kiss in high school, and you became even more enthusiastic towards me after that, I still couldn't help but suspect that you treated me as a substitute for Shen Chi."

As he was speaking, Wen Ying happened to be patting his head like a dog, so Shen Zhu pulled the hand off his forehead and bit it.

The pressure was very light, it didn't hurt much, and there wasn't even a tooth mark.

So it can't be considered venting anger; rather, it's like pitifully seeking comfort.

"Over the years, I have written a lot of sad love songs. Fans say that I must have secretly had many relationships and been dumped by my girlfriends again and again. Who would have thought that before I was 21, I hadn't even officially started my first love yet."

Shen Zhu said with a resentful tone, "So some people need to be self-aware and confess to be treated leniently and resist to be treated severely. They need to explain every single thing to me clearly, otherwise I will not marry you, not even if you try to bribe me with a pigeon egg."

Wen Ying agreed, promising to write a 3,000-word confession herself. She would start writing as soon as she got home and bring it to Shen Zhu for review the next day.

“It’s not good to be completely honest from beginning to end. It’s too monotonous and repetitive, which can easily lead to reading fatigue,” Shen Zhu added. “Moreover, I have a deeper understanding of and a greater affinity for lyrical writing than narrative writing.”

Wen Ying readily agreed: "Teacher Shen is more experienced, I still need your guidance."

Shen Zhu was satisfied and said that he was not only highly accomplished in literature, but also knowledgeable in other areas. He gestured for Wen Ying to lower her head and, as if demonstrating by example, placed a sweet kiss on the corner of her lips.

Wen Ying reciprocated by giving him a kiss in return. Shen Zhu then sat up, pinning her between himself and the car seat, wrapping his arms around her waist, and kissing her again in a sticky, affectionate manner.

After an unknown amount of time, the vehicle finally came to a stop.

Xiao Jiang had no choice but to bite the bullet and relay the message: "Sister Wenying, we've arrived."

The partition was reopened, and Shen Zhu naturally got up from Wen Ying's shoulder, his expression extremely upright: "The journey was bumpy, and your hair is all messed up. Let me tie it up for you again."

Wen Ying said, "Really? It might be a problem with the car. We'll use a different car next time." As she spoke, she turned around and let Shen Zhu's fingers run through her hair, tying it into a low ponytail that wasn't very pretty.

Shen Zhu clearly realized his lack of skill and silently took the hair tie off again.

He looked a little down, but received an encouraging pat on the back.

"Practice more next time," Wen Ying said.

Shen Zhu's mood immediately brightened, and he took Wen Ying's hand, saying, "You'll practice with me."

Xiao Jiang: "..."

Xiao Jiang lowered the barrier again, and the scene before her gave her a rather unpleasant sense of déjà vu. Shen Zhu looked like a bewitching concubine who brought ruin to the country, and Wen Ying was a foolish emperor who was bewitched by him, completely disregarding the lives of his employees.

Fortunately, although the two were being affectionate, they didn't forget their business. Shen Zhu's agent had made arrangements with the hospital in advance, so the staff access was unobstructed. Shen Zhu brought Wen Ying to Gao Yan's ward.

The agent was already waiting at the door: "I found out the beginning of the media frenzy. Those people who went to the juvenile detention center back then have come out. Your rival followed the trail and found out the whole story of the Gao Yan incident from him."

Shen Zhu looked surprised: "As an ordinary singer with a low profile, how could I possibly have rivals? The entertainment industry is truly a cutthroat world."

The agent's mouth moved as if to say, "Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about yourself?" But when he saw Shen Zhu clinging to Wen Ying's side like a delicate dodder vine, he was even more horrified.

He swallowed his words back: "Forget it, although you are... low-key and easy to get along with, there are still some petty people who hold a grudge against you. But I have already had someone take care of it. The person who holds a grudge against you usually presents a nice guy image, but he likes to frequent nightclubs and has slept with fans, leaving a lot of dirt on him. Whether his agency is willing to give us face, whether to freeze him out or blacklist him, it all depends on your word."

Shen Zhu didn't answer immediately, focusing intently on playing with Wen Ying's fingers.

The agent guessed that he still wanted to maintain his image to some extent, and offered, "How about giving him a simple lesson..."

“Ban them.” Wen Ying suddenly spoke, turning to face Shen Zhu, her words clear, “I told you in the car just now that if you encounter someone who speaks ill of you, remember to refute them, because I don’t like that.”

Shen Zhu said, "Okay." He raised the corners of his lips and said in a very indecisive way, "I'll listen to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the tightly closed door finally opened, and medical staff came out. Gao Yan's mother sat on the edge of the bed and cast a slightly sad glance at the doorway.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, and it wouldn't be appropriate to show any more intimacy as if no one else was around. Wen Ying squeezed Shen Zhu's fingers, signaling him to let go, and the two entered the ward one after the other.