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

Chapter 591 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (70)

Yan's father: "...Not all men are like that."

“A family like ours is fully capable of preventing this from happening again. Since the risk is avoidable, why gamble on a probability that it won’t happen? Isn’t it better to take control of the situation?”

Yan Zhen said, "Or is it that, in essence, you look down on me from the bottom of your heart, feeling that as a woman, I am unable to shoulder the future of the company, so you would rather choose to trust an outsider?"

Yan's father did not deny it. He was silent for a while before saying, "It's not a matter of looking down on you... Whether it's conquering a country or maintaining it, it's a very demanding and exhausting thing. It's because I know how hard the process is that I don't want you to work as hard as I did. You are the daughter I raised from a young age. I want to give you the best of everything. Wouldn't it be better to live a stable and prosperous life like your mother?"

"Everyone has their own ambitions. A stable and prosperous life may be the best for you and Mom, but for me, the 'best' thing is to have power in my own hands and have more choices."

Yan Zhen stood up and looked directly into his father's eyes. "Dad, if you trust me, please entrust the company to me. I will do my best within my capabilities."

Yan's father sensed a subtle underlying meaning in Yan Zhen's words and tentatively asked, "What if I refuse..."

Yan Zhen smiled slightly: "Then I will not consider remarrying. You will not have a second son-in-law. As for Xiao Yu, I will send him abroad to develop after he comes of age. What I cannot have, he, an outsider, has no right to obtain by surpassing me."

Yan's father: "..."

After stating his position, Yan Zhen sighed and looked at his father with disappointment: "I have been working hard at the company these past few days, not daring to relax at all, just to show you that my abilities are no less than those of men. But I didn't expect that in your eyes, I am still not even a backup option... Dad, I am very disappointed in you."

Yan's father: "..."

"You get some rest, I'm going back now." Yan Zhen said, packed up his tablet, and turned to leave.

No sooner had Yan Zhen left than Yan's mother came in from outside. Seeing that only Yan's father was left in the ward, she asked in surprise, "Zhenzhen is gone?"

"Well, I'm back."

“It’s good for her to go home and rest early. She’s been exhausted lately, dealing with company matters and worrying about your illness. There’s also Xiaoyu waiting for her at home… Fortunately, Zhenzhen has grown up. Otherwise, given our family’s situation, I’m useless and Xiaoheng is unreliable. I really don’t know what to do with you being sick.”

Yan's father paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you think of Zhenzhen?"

Mother Yan asked in confusion, "What do you mean, 'how'?"

“My health is deteriorating year by year. If I collapse one day… don’t glare at me, I’m telling the truth,” Yan’s father said. “Xiaoyu is still young, and Xiaoheng knows nothing about company affairs. If I’m not able to continue, do you think the company can be handed over to Zhenzhen?”

“Why not?” said Yan’s mother. “She has saved you so much trouble these days. Even when you’re not at the company, she still manages it very well.”

Yan's father looked thoughtful.

Yan's mother asked, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up? Did Zhenzhen say something to you?"

"She said she wouldn't consider a second marriage and told me not to hope for a second son-in-law."

Yan's mother: "..."

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Not long after, Yan's father was discharged from the hospital.

After resting at home for a week, Yan's father returned to work.

Everything seemed to be the same as before Yan's father got sick, but Yan Zhen clearly felt that her father had taken to heart what she had said in the hospital—he began to gradually delegate authority and teach Yan Zhen some business acumen.

They're grooming her to be their successor.

Yan Zhen did not disappoint her bold words. By the end of the year, a project she was in charge of that was almost abandoned had been turned around beautifully, silencing many shareholders who had previously been unconvinced of her and thought she was just a freeloader who had barged into the company based on her status.

The Lunar New Year is just around the corner.

On the morning of Lunar New Year's Eve, Yan Zhen went to the hospital to visit Gao Shenghan.

Gao Shenghan's body is getting weaker and weaker. Now he doesn't even have the strength to sit up. He has to relieve himself in bed. The ward is filled with a strange smell that is a mixture of stench and disinfectant all year round.

When Yan Zhen carried the millet porridge inside, Gao Shenghan was conscious, lying on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing Yan Zhen come in, he acted as if he hadn't seen him, not even blinking.

Yan Zhen opened the thermos and poured out the millet porridge, saying, "It's New Year's Eve today. You're not feeling well, so I won't force you to go home for the reunion dinner. It'll save Xiao Yu from feeling bad seeing you like this."

Gao Shenghan: "..."

He turned his head to watch Yan Zhen's movements, his stomach churning.

After pouring the millet porridge, Yan Zhen sat by the hospital bed and picked up a spoon to feed him: "Come on, eat something."

Gao Shenghan remained silent for a few seconds before obediently opening his mouth to drink the porridge.

He knew that if he didn't cooperate, Yan Zhen would force-feed him.

He'll not only be forced to eat porridge, but he'll also get a beating.

Gao Shenghan's bodily functions have deteriorated severely, and he relies almost entirely on intravenous infusions for his daily nutrition. The doctor instructed his family to occasionally give him some light food to prevent his stomach from completely giving out, which would hasten his death.

Yan Zhen took the doctor's words to heart and sent over some light food every two days without fail, sometimes it was clear soup with the oil strained out, and sometimes it was rice porridge.

But Gao Shenghan couldn't eat it.

Every time he ate something, it felt like razor blades scraping against his internal organs; he would vomit up the food he had just eaten within two minutes.

But Yan Zhen seemed to enjoy watching him suffer. Even when he vomited very dirty and disgustingly, she didn't mind and insisted on feeding him herself.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, two minutes later, Gao Shenghan's stomach began to spasm. He convulsed for a while, then turned his body to the side of the hospital bed and vomited violently.

The stomach acid burned his throat and esophagus, and the vomit even got into his nose. Gao Shenghan vomited in a very embarrassing way.

Yan Zhen stood quietly to the side, watching without even frowning.

Only when Gao Shenghan could no longer vomit did she press the call button to summon a caregiver to clean up the messy ward.

The two caregivers worked together to change Gao Shenghan's soiled clothes, and cleaned up the sheets and floor as well before leaving.

After all that, Gao Shenghan, who was already quite weak, felt a slight numbness in his limbs.

After Yan Zhen finished dealing with Gao Shenghan, he glanced at the wound on his wrist that represented the progress bar of the mission.

At the current rate that the wound heals a little bit each time Gao Shenghan is tortured, the task can be completed in a little over two months.

She got up, closed the lid of the thermos, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Gao Shenghan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Is this all I can do in this life?"