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

Chapter 276 Thorny Rose (33)

Although his face was expressionless, Yan Zhen felt like a hunter eyeing its prey.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable.

Yan Zhen slowly sat up, placed her palm on the back of her neck and turned it around, and hersed in pain.

I never expected Song Yi, who looks so gentle and weak, to be so ruthless.

I underestimated him.

Seeing this, Song Yi got up and walked over.

Yan Zhen immediately became wary. When Song Yi sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to massage the back of her neck, she flinched back and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'll rub it for you."

"No need," Yan Zhen refused. She lowered her hand, patted her pocket, and glanced around. "Where's my phone?"

Song Yi: "...It's with me."

Yan Zhen reached out his hand: "Give it to me."

Song Yi frowned: "Calling the police won't do any good, no one will come to rescue you..."

Yan Zhen said helplessly, "I won't call the police."

"Then what do you need the phone for?" Song Yi made it clear that he didn't want to give it to her.

“I called Feifei’s parents and told them that I couldn’t do the part-time job anymore. I should let them know.”

Song Yi: "..."

He was still hesitating when Yan Zhen clicked his tongue and raised his voice: "Are you going to give it to me or not!"

Song Yi immediately took out his phone and handed it to her with both hands.

As Yan Zhen dialed the number, Song Yi climbed onto the bed and sat next to her, staring at her intently.

Yan Zhen moved aside and made a phone call to Fei Fei's mother.

Upon learning that Yan Zhen could no longer work part-time, Fei Fei's mother was a little disappointed but understanding. After hanging up the phone, she settled her wages with her.

Yan Zhen had just finished clicking to receive payment when Song Yi took her phone away.

She looked at Song Yi coldly.

Song Yi met her gaze, his eyes showing a hint of guilt, but he had clearly prepared himself mentally for a long time. He cleared his throat and said seriously, "From now on, you will stay here with me. You can't leave. You can't leave the manor without my permission. I know you are smart, so I have deployed three times the usual number of professional bodyguards to guard and patrol. If you don't want to suffer, don't try to escape."

Yan Zhen: "Oh."

"I won't skimp on your food or drink here. Just ask the housekeeper to buy whatever you want. But to prevent you from getting into trouble, I'll keep your phone for now. You can't contact anyone outside. If you behave well, I might consider letting you continue your studies after the New Year. If you don't behave well, hmph..."

"Ah."

"...What was your reaction?" Song Yi was already unsure of himself, and seeing her so calm made him even more anxious. "Are you trying to provoke me in this way?"

"What kind of reaction do you expect from me?" Yan Zhen retorted. "I want you to cling to my leg, crying and begging you to let me go, and if you don't agree, I'll jump off a building, go on a hunger strike, or cut my wrists?"

Song Yi: "..."

"Are you trying to act out a lesbian romance drama with me?" Yan Zhen rolled her eyes, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.

Song Yi immediately crawled forward a couple of times, then followed her down from the other side of the bed: "Where are you going?"

"To the restroom!"

In the bathroom, Yan Zhen locked the door, turned on the tap, scooped up water and splashed it on his face, then rubbed his face vigorously until his muddled mind finally cleared up a bit.

She looked up at herself in the mirror; her delicate face was pale and weak.

After a long while, she let out a long sigh.

Despite all the precautions, it still came to this.

For now, we can only accept it as it is.

Although Song Yi's thought process is unusual, fortunately he is not difficult to control.

If used properly, being captured by him might not be all bad.

The third rule for the survival of the weak: When in a situation of absolute weakness, a wise person knows when to yield and knows when to bow down.

After washing up, Yan Zhen walked out of the bathroom.

Song Yi, who was waiting outside the door, immediately stood up straight and followed her closely.

Yan Zhen instructed him, "I'm starving, get me something to eat."

"Okay." Song Yi turned to get the tablet, opened the ordering interface, and handed it to her. "What would you like to eat?"

Yan Zhen quickly ordered his food, sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and selected a variety show to watch.

Her reaction was too calm, which made Song Yi more and more suspicious. He felt that she was using this method to lower his guard so that he could take the opportunity to escape.

That must be it; she's naturally intelligent.

With this in mind, Song Yi followed Yan Zhen like a tail for the rest of the day.

He followed Yan Zhen wherever he went, never daring to relax his vigilance for a moment.

In the evening, Yan Zhen sat in the game room, legs crossed, playing games.

Freshly squeezed juice and snacks were on the small round table beside him. The air conditioner was set to the most comfortable temperature, and the lights were adjusted to a level that would relax his eyes. After finishing a game, Yan Zhen picked up the juice, took a sip, and let out a comfortable sigh.

This is how people live.

After finishing his reflection, Yan Zhen turned and glanced at Song Yi beside him.

He had been with me all day, his nerves on edge for over ten hours, and now he seemed tired, sitting on the sofa with a blank stare.

"Are you tired?" Yan Zhen asked.

Song Yi snapped out of her reverie and shook her head: "Not tired."

Yan Zhen teased him on purpose: "You said you weren't tired, but your eyes are bloodshot. Go and rest. There are so many bodyguards outside, I can't run away."

Song remained unmoved: "I'm not sleepy."

"Fine, do as you please."

Yan Zhen played a few more games, and seeing that it was getting late, she prepared to go back to her room to take a shower and go to bed.

Song Yi followed.

Yan Zhen walked to the door of the room, and seeing that Song Yi was about to follow her in, she turned around and leaned against the door frame with one hand: "I'm going to sleep. Are you still going to follow me?"

Song Yi nodded confidently: "Yes, I need to keep an eye on you myself."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Did Song Yi overestimate her?

With so many bodyguards watching outside, any one of them could easily drag her back like a chick. Why would he think he could escape?

Moreover, she is currently penniless, ill, and has Wang Jianchun lurking outside, ready to pounce. If she escapes, she will have to live a life of hiding and suffering, and being caught again could happen in no time.

She must be out of her mind to do something so pointless and self-destructive.

She couldn't explain these things to Song Yi, and even if she did, he wouldn't believe her.

Yan Zhen simply gave up.

She went into her room, took a shower, and crawled into bed. Thinking that she wouldn't have to get up early tomorrow, or brave the cold wind to catch the bus to work, she could sleep until she naturally woke up, and her whole body relaxed.

But this relaxed state didn't last long. Noticing the mattress sink slightly as Song Yi climbed up from the other side of the bed, Yan Zhen sat up and asked, "You're going to sleep here?"

Song Yi froze as she climbed into bed: "...There's only one bed in the room."

The implication is that if he doesn't sleep here, where else can he sleep?

"Do you think this is appropriate?" Yan Zhen asked.

Song Yi whispered, "Wasn't it the same at school..."

When the two of them got tired of playing games, they would sometimes just sleep on the sofa or the carpet. At that time, they would cover each other with a blanket, or he would rest his head on her lap, and she never seemed to object.

“Back then, I didn’t know you were—” Yan Zhen glanced at him meaningfully, “…this kind of person.”

Song Yi remained silent for a few seconds, realizing he was in the wrong, picked up his pillow, silently got out of bed, and went to sleep on the sofa.