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

Chapter 554 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (33)

Upon hearing this, the two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, one on each side, and grabbed Gao Shenghan, dragging him out.

Gao Shenghan struggled desperately, but was no match for the two tall and burly bodyguards. He was dragged out of the villa and thrown outside the community.

It was rush hour, and there were many people coming and going at the entrance of the residential area. Gao Shenghan was thrown to the ground by the bodyguard in a disheveled state, and his palms stung as he rubbed them against the ground.

He turned his palm over and saw that a large patch of skin on his palm was torn off, and his entire palm was covered in blood.

Gao Shenghan: "..."

He turned his head and stared at the bodyguard with resentment.

One of the bodyguards walked to the gate and whispered something to the gatekeeper.

As he spoke, he kept glancing in the direction the gatekeeper was looking at. Gao Shenghan wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the gatekeeper's eyes were full of pity.

Gao Shenghan was stung by that look and felt ashamed. He didn't care about threatening the two bodyguards from the Yan family anymore and quickly got up and left.

Gao Shenghan found the car parked not far away, got in, started the engine, and drove away.

He drove for a distance, seething with anger, and then stopped at an intersection.

Gradually, the countdown numbers on the traffic lights became blurry.

Gao Shenghan touched his face and realized that it was covered in tears.

He stared at the tears and blood mixed together in his palm, and for a moment he didn't know whether his tears were from humiliation or from sadness.

He and his wife also had a period of deep affection. In the first two years of their marriage, his wife introduced him to countless things he had never seen before.

After being with his wife, he learned that top-tier tycoons like his father-in-law were accompanied by two bulletproof security cars when they went out, the wine they drank was bought from auction houses and cost hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars per bottle, they had a private museum, and countless properties under their name. Moreover, the location of the Yan family manor could not be shown on satellite maps.

He was curious and superficial when he first encountered these things. He wanted to take pictures of everything he saw with his phone and share them on his WeChat Moments so that his friends could also broaden their horizons.

He was well aware that his wife's relatives and friends looked down on his behavior, which was like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden, but his wife showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

To cater to his preferences, she would even go out of her way to find all sorts of fun things to broaden his horizons.

The tenderness that Xiao Yun is enjoying now, he once had.

But how did she suddenly change her mind and transfer the tenderness that was originally his to someone else?

Hearing a horn behind him, Gao Shenghan snapped out of his daze and realized that the red light had turned green, and the cars behind him were urging him to hurry up and leave.

He wiped away his tears with his sleeve and stepped on the gas, crossing the intersection.

On his way back to the Yan family home, Gao Shenghan quickly composed himself and made up his mind that he would never agree to a divorce, no matter what.

Whether it's to protect his own interests or to disgust that despicable couple, he's determined to hold onto his position as the Yan family's son-in-law.

We will never give it up!

When they were almost at the Yan family's house, Gao Shenghan parked the car on the side of the road.

He turned the rearview mirror, intending to tidy his appearance in front of it so that his parents-in-law wouldn't notice anything amiss when he got home.

But looking at myself in the mirror, with a pale face and bloodshot eyes, looking as if I had aged ten years overnight, no matter how I tried to adjust my expression, I couldn't hide my disheveled state.

Gao Shenghan decided to go all the way and slapped himself twice hard across the face. He then scratched two bloody marks on his neck, messed up his hair, and tore his shirt.

My father-in-law should be off work by now, and my son should be home from school. Since Yan Zhen is giving up his good life, then none of us should either.

Despite looking disheveled and battered after being beaten, Gao Shenghan returned to the Yan family.

On the other side, in the villa.

Xiao Yun changed into clean clothes and returned to the living room, where Yan Zhen had just finished a business call.

She glanced at Xiao Yun and saw that he looked embarrassed, clearly feeling awkward because of Gao Shenghan's act of coming to "beat up the mistress".

"Did he hit you?" Yan Zhen asked.

Xiao Yun quickly said, "No, I only splashed water."

"Just?" Yan Zhen said, "Looks like I didn't splash enough water. Next time, I'll have him change the cup to boiling water, and he'll be able to scald your face so you can feel at ease."

Xiao Yun: "...I poured the water for him."

Knowing that Gao Shenghan had come to cause trouble, he poured himself a glass of warm water, just in case Gao Shenghan got angry and splashed water on his face.

Yan Zhen was both amused and exasperated to see that he still knew to take precautions: "Knowing that he was going to attack you, you still let him in?"

“If I don’t let him in, he’ll just find my filming location next time.” Xiao Yun sighed. “I’ll have to make things clear with him eventually.”

"Have you explained it to him clearly?"

Xiao Yun shook his head.

“There’s nothing to say about this,” Yan Zhen said. “If he hits you again next time, don’t let him get away with it. Hit him back.”

Xiao Yun: "...Isn't this inappropriate?"

Being a mistress is already wrong enough; how could he dare to beat the wife so brazenly?

"If you don't fight back, you're still a mistress. Since you've already done something so shameless, don't let yourself suffer."

Although Xiao Yun disagreed with her theory, he silently remembered what she said and changed the subject: "I made braised beef brisket with tomatoes and potatoes. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

After dinner, Yan Zhen took a relaxing bath.

She came out wearing a bathrobe, and Xiao Yun was sitting on the sofa in the room reading a script.

When Yan Zhen came out, he quickly looked up at her, then casually lowered his head to continue reading the script in his hand.

Yan Zhen took in his conflicted expression, wondering, "Is my sugar daddy going to stay here tonight? Should I offer myself to him? Would offering myself make me seem unreserved? If I don't offer myself, will my sugar daddy think I'm being ungrateful?" and couldn't help but chuckle.

Yan Zhen sat down on the edge of the bed, patted the mattress, and gestured for Xiao Yun to come over.

Xiao Yun put down the script and dawdled as she walked to the bedside.

Standing by the bed, just as Xiao Yun was debating whether to take off his own clothes first, or his sugar daddy's clothes first, or to lie down first, Yan Zhen turned his back to him and said, "Give me a massage for a while."

Xiao Yun was taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and rushed forward to massage Yan Zhen's head.

The bedroom was dimly lit. Yan Zhen closed her eyes and enjoyed a massage for a while. Her tense nerves, which had been busy all day, slowly relaxed, and a sense of weariness washed over her. She yawned lightly.

Behind him, Xiao Yun asked in a low voice, "Are you sleepy?"

"Ah."

"Then let's..."

"You sleep next door."

Xiao Yun was stunned, and stopped what he was doing.

Yan Zhen turned around and looked at him with an unusually "kind" gaze.

“I know you’re not interested in a woman as much older than you as me. You’re willing to cooperate with me because I’m rich. It’s okay. I’m very clear about our relationship. Just think of it as climbing up to a sugar daddy who doesn’t need sexual services, and I’ll think of it as raising a well-behaved pet. We each get what we need. We’ll only talk about benefits, not feelings.”