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

Chapter 269 Thorny Rose (26)

She picked up a dress and walked to the dressing mirror to try it on. From her angle, she could see Uncle Wu not far away in the mirror.

Uncle Wu quickly discovered Yan Zhen.

Upon seeing her, Uncle Wu visibly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stopped searching. Instead, he retreated behind a discount clothing rack to secretly observe Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen's heart sank as he took in Yan Zhen's subtle actions.

Uncle Wu had indeed come to see her.

So, after they parted ways at the subway entrance, Song Yi didn't go home.

He may have followed me to Zhang Caiyun's house, and now he's even followed me to the mall.

What is Song Yi planning to do?

Why follow yourself?

The act of "stalking" goes beyond a normal, healthy friendship.

No good friend would hide behind someone and do something like this in secret.

Recalling the frequent intuitive warnings of danger that had been surfacing recently, Yan Zhen had a bad feeling that Song Yi might be hiding something from him.

What he is hiding could be extremely dangerous.

With her suspicions confirmed, Yan Zhen lost interest in acting. She hung the dress back up, turned around, and went downstairs to leave.

The feeling of being watched didn't disappear until I got back to the ground floor of my rented apartment.

Yan Zhen went upstairs and pushed open the door of the shared apartment. She immediately saw that her room door was open, the light was on, and a young man with blond hair was rummaging through the drawers.

With the door and lights on, the other party was clearly unscrupulous. Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes, took out his phone, turned it on, and walked to the door, raising his hand to knock on the door panel.

The blond-haired man immediately turned around.

Yan Zhen leaned against the door frame and asked casually, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

The blond-haired man paused, then laughed, a wicked and lewd laugh. He casually picked up a high school textbook from the table and flipped through it: "I thought I could at least make some money, but who knew you'd be poorer than me."

After he finished speaking, he threw the textbook back on the table and prepared to leave.

As he reached the door and passed Yan Zhen, he paused, sizing her up with a lewd look: "You're not bad looking, though. Want to have some fun? I'm pretty good at this, I'll definitely make you climax and have lots of wetness..."

Yan Zhen raised his hand, holding a phone that was recording: "Want to go to the police station for a chat?"

The blond-haired man's expression changed, torn between "rushing forward to snatch the phone and destroy the recording" and "quickly admitting defeat and apologizing."

Yan Zhen sneered, "I didn't call the police directly to give you some leeway. If you want to escalate the case to a criminal one, I don't mind hiring a lawyer to turn your trip from the police station to jail."

Huang Mao then gave up on his idea and sheepishly went back to the next room.

Yan Zhen entered the room and closed the door behind him, only to find that the lock had been broken by the blond-haired man.

Oh shit!

She didn't call the police directly because she wanted to minimize the damage. After all, the blond-haired man's theft attempt was unsuccessful, and even if the police came, they would only detain him for a few days.

But after her detention period, Huang Mao might hold a grudge and come back to cause her trouble.

But the blond guy broke her lock!!!

Yan Zhen took a deep breath, without even changing his slippers, opened his suitcase, pulled out the chainsaw, pressed the start button, and then went to knock on the door of the blond-haired neighbor with a menacing air.

As soon as the blond-haired man opened the door, he was startled by the chainsaw that was almost shoved into his face: "Damn it, what are you going to do?"

“My lock is broken,” Yan Zhen said. “I’ll give you two choices: either buy me a new one, or I’ll saw your door open and we can all sleep with the door open.”

Huang Mao: "..."

Under Yan Zhen's threat of a chainsaw, Huang Mao went downstairs to buy a new lock and spent more than an hour painstakingly changing it.

He failed to steal anything and even lost a lock. After changing the lock, the blond-haired guy rolled his eyes and prepared to go back to his room.

Yan Zhen called out to him, "Wait a minute."

The blond-haired man, looking impatient, asked, "What else do you want?"

Yan Zhen weighed the key in his hand: "There's another key. Hand it over."

A normal lock comes with three keys, but the blond guy only gave her two.

The blond-haired guy rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky: "No, just two."

Yan Zhen took out his phone: "Then I'll have to have the police come and ask you for it..."

"Fine, fine! Here you go!" The blond-haired man reluctantly pulled a key out of his pocket, threw it at Yan Zhen's feet, and went back to his room grumbling.

After being disturbed by Huang Mao, Yan Zhen's previously calm mood was completely destroyed.

She returned to her room and locked the door. Recalling the incident that she had discovered Song Yi had been following her that evening, she felt increasingly uneasy.

Song Yi definitely has a problem.

Should she investigate what problems he has to avoid misunderstandings and hurting him, or should she quietly distance herself from him?

After much deliberation, Yan Zhen chose the second option.

After all, I'm not very good at handling risks right now, and Song Yi is a smart man. If he finds out during the investigation and things fall apart, it will not only be embarrassing, but I might also get into trouble.

Having made up her mind, Yan Zhen decided to take advantage of the winter break to reduce her contact with Song Yi.

By the time school starts, dormitory 307 should be almost finished with renovations, and we can move out of Dexian Building then.

Having made up his mind, Yan Zhen replied perfunctorily to Song Yi's message and then ignored him.

The next morning, Yan Zhen woke up to the sound of her alarm clock at six o'clock. She took out her phone from under her pillow and saw several WeChat messages on the screen, from Song Yi and Qi Su respectively.

Song Yifa's response was, as usual, coquettish and cute, while Qi Su talked about the information he got from "chatting" with Zhang Caiyun last night, and also asked for Wang Jianchun's home address.

Yan Zhen replied to Qi Su's WeChat message, then washed up and went to work.

When they arrived at the employer's house, while Yan Zhen was helping Fei Fei with her homework, Qi Su sent several more WeChat messages, including a video—he had taken a taxi to Wang Jianchun's neighborhood early that morning and taken many photos.

His enthusiasm was beyond Yan Zhen's expectations.

Yan Zhen then discussed this matter with Qi Su.

Qi Su is a fan of mystery and suspense novels. After learning about the cause and effect of Lin Chan's disappearance, and combining the terrain of the neighborhood where Wang Jianchun lived, he began to deduce the location where the body was dumped.

The two exchanged their opinions for half an hour before Qi Su suddenly went offline and stopped replying to messages.

Yan Zhen initially thought he was busy, but after waiting for more than two hours without any response, Yan Zhen, worried that something had happened to him, made a voice call to him.

The voice call was connected, but the person on the other end wasn't Qi Su, but a middle-aged man: "Hello, are you looking for Qi Su?"

Yan Zhen paused for a moment: "You are..."

"I am Qi Su's father." The middle-aged man's voice was loud and clear. "That kid Qi Su doesn't watch where he's going and got scratched by a car."

He had barely finished speaking when Qi Su's soft complaint came from the other end of the phone: "Dad, I already said it was that car that broke the rules, I didn't bump into it... Give me back my phone!"

"Shut up!" Qi's father said irritably. "Lie still and don't move around."

Yan Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately asked, "Is Qi Su injured?"

Qi's father said, "Yes, he hurt his leg."

"is it serious?"

"I just had an X-ray; my foot bone is fractured."

Yan Zhen's right eyelid twitched suddenly.