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

Gao Yan's mother was wringing her hands. After Shen Zhu entered the room, she changed from sitting to standing.

Shen Zhu greeted her politely, "How is Gao Yan doing?"

Gao Yan's mother looked embarrassed: "The ward was too stuffy, so I opened the window to let in some fresh air, but I didn't close it properly, and cold air came in. The doctor said he caught a chill and had some inflammation in his respiratory tract."

Shen Zhu said gently, "It's good that you're alright." He told Gao Yan's mother that she only needed to focus on recovering and not worry about anything else.

Gao Yan's mother nodded slightly, and the ward fell silent.

A few minutes later, the agent's call broke the tense atmosphere. He turned his back to answer the phone, and after the person on the other end said something, the agent frowned and responded, sounding somewhat impatient. He gestured to Shen Zhu and went outside the ward to take the call.

The white door closed again, and Gao Yan's mother suddenly looked up and said, "Actually, I saw the news..."

Shen Zhu hummed in response, his expression unchanged, signaling her to continue.

“At first, I was blinded by grief and had doubts. If you weren’t feeling guilty, why would you take responsibility for Gao Yan? Later I realized that you did this not to cover up your conscience, but because you are a kind person.”

Gao Yan's mother murmured, "I should be the one with a guilty conscience. Gao Yan and I have dragged you down. For the past four years, I have been thinking every day about what my child did wrong to be confined to bed day after day. If that incident had not happened, he would have had a brighter future. But then I thought again, my child lost his life, and so did you."

Tears welled in her eyes, but Shen Zhu shook his head and said, "No."

"I have lost nothing and I am doing very well."

The fingertips hanging by her side twitched slightly, a very subtle movement that Wen Ying noticed.

Wen Ying extended her hand, which Shen Zhu held in his palm.

After all these years, the gaze he had longed for had finally fallen upon him.

Shen Zhu never regretted buying those two bouquets of flowers and walking on the road where he missed his chance to confess his love, just as he was never afraid of the twilight when he was seventeen and was almost swallowed by darkness.

"Moreover, I have my own reasons for doing all this. I want to know the truth." Shen Zhuyun said calmly. "As for those who should be condemned, perhaps the law cannot punish them. It doesn't matter. I will make sure they receive the punishment they deserve."

Gao Yan's mother froze, her gaze slowly falling on the motionless person on the hospital bed: "But Gao Yan is in such a state now, it's questionable whether he can even wake up, let alone get him to tell the truth. Four years have passed, and even I dare not hold onto any more hope..."

Shen Zhu didn't speak, but followed Gao Yan's mother's gaze.

The last rays of the setting sun pierced through the clouds, passed through the windowpane, and streamed in, illuminating a corner of the hospital bed.

Shen Zhu smiled slightly: "You should have expectations. He knows someone is waiting for him, which is why he's rushing home as fast as he can."

-

By the time I left the hospital, night had already fallen.

Wen Ying's car was still parked downstairs. Shen Zhu followed her to the parking lot, with their agent following behind them.

"Your secretary called me and said that they have tracked down those people and have arranged for surveillance to be set up. He asked if you wanted to go and take a look?"

"Am I some kind of gang leader who needs to personally come to the scene to intimidate people?" Shen Zhu didn't even lift his eyelids as he opened the car door for Wen Ying. "Let him handle it. They're just social scum. There's no need to communicate with them."

“Okay, I’ll call him back.” The agent said, then suddenly realized something was wrong. “Wait, why should I call him back? Why should I contact your secretary? Do I have to work two jobs as an agent? You need to give me a raise.”

Despite saying that, the agent still took out his phone and briefly explained Shen Zhu's instructions.

When he looked up again, Shen Zhu had already nimbly arranged for himself to get into Wen Ying's car and was about to close the door.

The agent stared at him, wide-eyed: "Where are you going?"

Shen Zhu: "Go home." His tone couldn't have been more natural.

The agent's lips twitched: "You need to hitch a ride just to go home? You really don't consider yourself an outsider."

Shen Zhu automatically ignored his words, closed the car door, and the driver started the engine.

The agent ran a few steps behind, mouth agape, reminding Shen Zhu not to forget to buy a phone, and even more importantly, not to forget to give him a raise.

Shen Zhu gave a perfunctory "I know," then turned to look at Wen Ying, his expression suddenly turning pitiful.

"It suddenly occurred to me—"

He paused halfway through his sentence, as if he were embarrassed.

Wen Ying guessed that he was up to something, but didn't expose him: "What's wrong?"

“My new house isn’t finished being renovated yet, so it’s uninhabitable. My old address has been leaked, and there’s bound to be a swarm of reporters waiting outside,” Shen Zhu said worriedly. “What should I do? It seems like I’m homeless.”

Wen Ying: "Yes, what should we do?"

"I hope there is a kind person who can take me in."

Wen Ying suppressed a laugh as she looked at him.

"Would you like to be that good Samaritan?" Shen Zhu moved closer to her, his face almost touching her ear, and whispered, "I'll pay you."

Since he said so, how could Wen Ying refuse?

Wen Ying lived in the relatively secluded Wangxiting. After entering the entertainment industry, she bought a small villa and began living alone, only returning home for a few days during holidays.

She was very busy with work during this period, and although the villa was cleaned regularly by a professional, it was inevitable that dust would accumulate.

The door opened, and Xiao Jiang was about to go in to help with the tidying up as usual, but Shen Zhu blocked the doorway and said pettily, "You should go home now. This house can only accommodate two people."

Xiao Jiang was speechless, but dared not show it on his face. He only cast a questioning glance at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying smiled and said, "Go back and rest. You've had a hard day."

After Xiao Jiang left, Shen Zhu immediately dropped his aloofness, happily closed and locked the door, and without Wen Ying's reminder, took the initiative to change into slippers and began to inspect the room for any areas that needed cleaning.

He moved around the floor like a human mop, seemingly enjoying himself immensely. Wen Ying suspected that his domestic skills had suddenly been activated again, so she let him be. She sat on the sofa and took out her phone, which had been on silent for a long time, to take a look.

The notification bar was overflowing with messages. Half an hour ago, Wen Sirang sent her a message: "I knew it..." followed by a series of angry emojis, but Wen Ying did not reply. Wen Sirang's anger turned into endless tears.

Wen Ying comforted him for a couple of minutes, and then the topic of Wen Sirang went on to become today's trending search.

Instead of inquiring about the truth of Gao Yan's matter, he asked Wen Ying if the trouble caused by the trending topic was troublesome and whether she needed his help to handle it.

Wen Ying said, "I'll ask Shen Zhu what he thinks later." She also wanted to clear Shen Zhu's name, as the rumors circulating online were definitely false.

Wen Sirang: "Okay, although I don't really trust the character of the Shen family, I trust my sister's judgment."

Wen Ying: "..."

Actually, she was a little curious. Wen Sirang didn't seem surprised that she was with Shen Zhu. Wen Ying wondered how her parents would react.

She thought so and asked.

Wen Sirang: "What kind of reaction could there be... When you were a teenager, you were extremely depressed. Your whole family was afraid that one day you would really do something stupid, and you prayed to gods and Buddhas all day long. Now that you have finally gotten through it, we all feel that it is good that you are alive. As for what kind of boyfriend you have or what kind of job you choose, it doesn't matter. As long as you are happy."

Is this the legendary technique of praising by first criticizing? Wen Ying was speechless.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over her. She typed "I'm sorry," but before sending it, she deleted it and replaced it with "I will be happy."

After ending her chat with Wen Sirang, Wen Ying picked out some important messages to reply to. She scrolled through the list one by one and found that Shi Yuan had also sent a greeting.

The first message came three hours earlier, shortly after they got off the plane. Shi Yuan asked, "Sis, where did you go?"

The second post was a repost from Weibo, with Shi Yuan captioning it: "Haha, sis, come watch this funny video."

Wen Ying paused for a moment, then clicked on it with some curiosity.

The video is very short, less than two minutes long. Judging from the background, it should be an airport. Several guests participating in the variety show were escorted forward by security. Suddenly, an entertainment reporter broke through the crowd and shoved a microphone into Guo Jingye's face, loudly asking Guo Jingye whether her agent or husband would pick her up this time, or whether her husband would come with the children to pick her up.

Before Guo Jingye could speak, the entertainment reporter shoved the microphone in front of Yuan Chen again: "I heard that you and Shi Yuan have a 'breast contract' (a contract between two women). Did you participate in this program voluntarily or under duress?"

Yuan Chen's lips moved, and the entertainment reporter, realizing he was about to speak, encouraged him by shoving the microphone in front of him. Yuan Chen's lip muscles were poked so deeply that his face immediately turned ashen, and he vomited in front of everyone.

The scene immediately descended into chaos. The person recording the video was also very excited, with the equipment shaking incessantly as they rushed to the front to grab the exclusive hot topic. The sound in the video became noisy and unclear, and only Yang Li's voice could be vaguely discerned. She was screaming that the reporter had stepped on something of hers and that she was going to call the police.