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

Chapter 270 Thorny Rose (27)

On the other end of the phone, Qi Su snatched the phone from his father and said to Yan Zhen, "Xiao Xun, don't worry, I'm fine. The fracture isn't serious. The doctor said that I'll be fine after a month or so of rest with a cast on."

Yan Zhen pulled himself out of his shock and asked Qi Su, "How did a car accident happen? Did you call the police?"

“I was waiting for the bus after leaving Wang Jianchun’s residential area when a car sped onto the sidewalk and grazed me. The wheels ran over my foot… I called the police, and they said the driver was driving while fatigued. We are currently going through the compensation process. The driver was very cooperative and didn’t try to argue. He took full responsibility.”

Qi Su seemed worried that Yan Zhen would feel guilty, since he was in a car accident on his way to help investigate Lin Chan's disappearance. He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "It's just that I won't be able to go out for a while, so the investigation will be delayed."

"Your recovery is the priority."

Yan Zhen offered a few words of comfort and then hung up the phone.

She's a little confused.

Last night she discovered that Song Yi was following her, and today Qi Su got into trouble.

She thought of Sun Yue—who also got into trouble the day after they became close friends.

Before this, Song Yi had sulked with Sun Yue for going to the library for evening self-study.

Now that I think about it carefully, was the brawl between the young people that caused Sun Yue's hand to be pierced and prevented her from going to school for a month really an "accident"?

The thought of this gave Yan Zhen goosebumps.

"Sister Xiaoxun? Sister Xiaoxun?"

Feifei's shout brought Yan Zhen back to reality. Yan Zhen quickly composed himself and asked, "Hmm?"

"I've finished my homework, let's go downstairs and play skateboarding."

"it is good."

Yan Zhen took Fei Fei down to the park, helped her put on her protective gear, and then watched her practice skateboarding in the park square.

Her gaze followed Feifei closely, and she quickly went through the events that had occurred since she met Song Yi in her mind.

From their first meeting in the alley, to Song Yi witnessing her push Wang Jianchun down the stairs in the teaching building, to helping her pick up her asthma medication in the spare toilet, and to taking her in when she was ostracized by her dormitory.

Because he had become suspicious of Song Yi, Yan Zhen now felt that everything that seemed so logical was strange in every way.

She needed to find an opportunity to test whether Song Yi was really as she suspected—a seemingly innocent and harmless young lady who was actually a dangerous person inside.

Yan Zhen thought of Huang Mao, who lived next door.

At 6 p.m. sharp, Yan Zhen left work.

Song Yi sent a message: "Are you off tomorrow?"

Yan Zhen replied casually, "Yes."

"Want to come over to my house? I live alone."

Yan Zhen stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus, and that feeling of being watched came back to him.

She was almost certain that Song Yi was watching her from nearby.

“Okay,” Yan Zhen replied.

Song Yi sent a "Yay" emoji, and then pressed his advantage, saying, "Have you eaten? I'll come pick you up, let's eat together."

"No, I have something to do tonight and need to go back to my rented room early."

Song Yi didn't press the matter: "Alright."

The bus arrived, and Yan Zhen calmly boarded it.

Sitting in the car, the feeling of being watched followed her all the way.

Back in the rented room, Yan Zhen patiently waited until eight o'clock when the door to the room next door, filled with yellow hair, opened. Having lived there for a few days, Yan Zhen had been wary of yellow hair and had paid attention to his schedule.

Huang Mao sleeps all day, goes out at 8 pm, and doesn't return until 1 or 2 am.

Because Huang Mao made a lot of noise opening and closing the door and his footsteps every time he came back, he was complained about several times.

Hearing the yellow-haired man's footsteps as he walked out of the room, Yan Zhen immediately opened the door and leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed.

The blond-haired man who had just passed by her room stopped in his tracks and whistled at Yan Zhen: "Little sister, what do you mean? Want to play with your brother?"

Huang Mao knew that Yan Zhen was young, but had a sharp personality and was bold, and was not someone to be trifled with. He said such things just out of habit and to tease her.

He waited for Yan Zhen to jump up and get angry, and loudly refute him.

But unexpectedly, Yan Zhen didn't treat him coldly as usual. Instead, she smiled and took his arm, saying, "Then you have to treat me to a meal first."

The blond-haired man's eyes darted around, thinking that Yan Zhen was broke and was trying to freeload a meal at his place.

Maybe today I can trade a meal for a beautiful high school girl for a night of passion.

Thinking of this, Huang Mao excitedly put his arm around Yan Zhen's shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll treat you to crayfish."

Yan Zhen cooperated and let him carry her downstairs.

The two chatted and laughed in this intimate pose all the way downstairs to the nearby shopping street. Yan Zhen made an excuse to go to the restroom and shook off the blond-haired man.

After doing all this, she took a detour back to her rented room.

Huang Mao didn't come back all night.

Now, Yan Zhen's suspicions were basically confirmed—Song Yi, for some unknown reason, would retaliate against anyone who got close to her or became friends with her.

Why did he do this?

If it stems from possessiveness between best friends, that's just too twisted.

How could a normal person hurt everyone who gets close to a friend just because that friend isn't their best friend?

How is this any different from being a pervert?!

Yan Zhen hadn't slept well and was woken up by a message notification just as dawn broke. She took out her phone and saw that it was a WeChat message from Song Yi.

He took a picture of the entrance to the rental building: "Lin Xun, I'm here to pick you up."

Yan Zhen jumped up, opened the window and looked down. Sure enough, he saw a luxury car parked downstairs.

Song Yi stood beside the car, with his well-dressed butler dutifully standing guard beside him.

He was wearing a white lambswool coat, a woolen hat, and thick gloves, making him look like a round, plump mochi.

Seemingly anticipating that Yan Zhen would open the window and look down, Song Yi looked up and met Yan Zhen's gaze. He then cupped his hands in a megaphone shape and called out to her, "Lin Xun, come down quickly."

Yan Zhen looked at his incredibly handsome face and was momentarily dazed.

An angelic face, a devil's heart.

After washing up and changing his clothes, Yan Zhen went downstairs.

When she reached the entrance of the building, she bumped into the landlord, who looked exhausted, walking inside.

The landlady was an elderly woman in her sixties, a local. Yan Zhen had a good impression of her and greeted her politely.

The old lady replied in heavily accented Mandarin, then, as if remembering something, called out to Yan Zhen, "By the way, Xiao Lin, didn't you think the room you're currently in has poor ventilation? Why don't you move to the next room this afternoon?"

Yan Zhen paused, then said calmly, "Wasn't that room occupied by a man with dyed blond hair?"

"He's not coming back for now." The landlord said with a look of disgust. "He got into a fight last night and was seriously injured. The hospital couldn't contact his family, so they called me. I even paid his hospital deposit..."

He hasn't paid rent for two months, saying he didn't have the money and told me to wait. Now look what's happened—I won't get the rent back, and I even have to pay back my 1,000 yuan deposit. What bad luck!