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

Chapter 598 Dawn (4)

“Aunt Cui, thank you for your kindness,” Jing Chen said, “but I can afford to raise her, so I won’t consider sending her to an orphanage.”

"You kid..."

“Aunt Cui,” Jing Chen said seriously, “I know you’re doing this for my sake, but I’ve already promised to take good care of her. Don’t say things like that again, or she’ll be scared if she hears it.”

Seeing that he wouldn't listen to her advice, Aunt Cui could only sigh: "My eldest daughter still has the clothes she wore a few years ago. Some of them have only been worn a few times, and they're still pretty new. I'll sort them out and bring them over to you later. Every little bit helps."

"Thank you very much."

After Aunt Cui left, Jing Chen turned around and met Yan Zhen's gaze, who was peering out from behind the door frame.

His gaze fell on Yan Zhen's bare feet. He quickly walked over, picked her up, and flicked her forehead: "Don't eavesdrop on adults' conversations."

Yan Zhen pursed his lips.

Back in the house, Jingchen began cleaning.

He tidied up the south-facing room, laid out clean blankets, and led Yan Zhen into the room, saying, "This is your room from now on. You'll sleep here—are you brave enough to sleep alone?"

Yan Zhen nodded.

Jingchen squatted down and pinched her cheek: "No wonder you're so arrogant now that you're grown up. You were already this bold when you were a kid."

Yan Zhen frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with the word "arrogant" he was being called, and slapped his hand away.

After cleaning, Jingchen took Yanzhen out to buy daily necessities.

All sorts of snacks, strawberry-scented shower gel, pink pajamas, cartoon plush slippers... Jingchen dumped them into the shopping cart like they were free.

As he picked up two headbands and hesitated over which one to choose, Yan Zhen grabbed his arm and pointed to her short hair.

With her current hair length, she doesn't need this at all.

Jingchen then gave up on the cute headband and instead chose two bear-patterned hair clips.

As Yan Zhen emerged from the supermarket, a hair clip was fastened to one side of his malnourished, dry, and yellowish short hair, making him look particularly comical.

She wanted to take off the hair clip, but Jingchen stopped her, saying, "Keep it on, it looks nice, and no one will mistake you for a little boy."

Yan Zhen: "..."

as long as you are happy.

In the evening, after Yan Zhen finished dinner and took a shower, he changed into his newly bought pajamas, climbed into bed early, and snuggled into the covers to sleep.

After cleaning the bathroom, Jing Chen went into the small room, sat on the edge of the bed, and tucked the blanket around Yan Zhen.

“If you need anything, just call…” Jing Chen originally wanted to say to call him, but considering that Yan Zhen hadn’t said anything yet, he changed his mind, “If you need anything, just knock on the wall. Your brother is next door and will come over as soon as he hears you.”

Yan Zhen nodded.

Jing Chen looked at her huddled under the covers, only her thin little face showing, and sighed helplessly: "Why don't you say anything?"

Yan Zhen buried her face in the blanket and ignored him.

Jingchen left a small nightlight on the bedside table, turned off the main light, and went out.

A peaceful night passed. Perhaps because he was too tired from the previous days' travels, Yan Zhen slept very soundly and didn't even dream.

However, when she got out of bed, she discovered that she had wet the bed.

"..."

Yan Zhen sat in the wet blanket and, unable to bear looking at himself, tapped his head.

Ever since she can remember, going to the toilet has been a terrifying experience for her.

If she wet the bed or her pants, she would be beaten. Xu Yingxia's punches and kicks were accompanied by sharp and piercing insults. Sometimes, in the dead of winter, if she wet the quilt, Xu Yingxia would throw her into the kitchen at night and make her sleep on the woodpile.

Because of fear of being beaten, he held in his urine. The more he held it in, the less he could control it, and the more frequently he wet the bed.

In a vicious cycle, the bedwetting problem from her previous life followed her for more than ten years until she was taken home by her biological parents, saw a professional psychologist, and was cured with medication.

Fortunately, she is now mentally strong and no longer feels ashamed of such trivial matters that are out of her control.

Yan Zhen sat in bed for a while in a daze, then got up and got out of bed. He first changed his wet pants, and then started to remove the duvet cover.

She was busy running around when there was a knock on the door. Three seconds later, Jing Chen pushed the door open and came in.

He was stunned when he saw Yan Zhen's pajamas that he had changed out of and the half-torn duvet cover.

When he realized what had happened, his expression darkened slightly.

Yan Zhen's heart skipped a beat. His first reaction was that Yan Zhen was unhappy and was about to take his anger out on him.

But Jing Chen's displeasure only lasted a few seconds. When he noticed Yan Zhen looking at him timidly, he immediately composed himself and strode into the room, saying, "It's okay, I'll take care of it."

Jing Chen washed the blankets and pajamas, then took Yan Zhen out and headed straight for the hospital.

After several hours of registration, consultation, blood test, and examinations, Wei Chen finally received the test results.

"There are burn marks on her mouth and throat, but the burns have healed on their own. Her reluctance to speak may be because it was very painful to speak during the time she was burned, which made her psychologically resistant to speaking."

"Bedwetting is partly due to a lack of trace elements and partly due to psychological issues. Adults need to guide her more, either by reducing her water intake before bedtime or by waking her up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, so that she can develop the habit of going to the toilet in a timely manner."

"In addition, this child is severely anemic, so he should eat more meat, eggs and dairy products and pay attention to supplementing his nutrition."

When Jingchen came out of the hospital, he had a large bag of medicine in his hand.

His face was ashen, and he carried Yan Zhen home with long, hurried steps.

Yan Zhen hugged his neck tightly, her protruding ribs digging into his body, causing her pain and discomfort with each step he took. Unable to bear it any longer, she slapped Jing Chen's cheeks twice.

Jing Chen immediately stopped in his tracks: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhen glared at him angrily and struggled to get out of his arms.

"Your foot is still injured, you can't walk." Jing Chen quickly stopped her. He realized that he had walked too fast and hurt Yan Zhen, so he put her down, squatted down and let her sit on his lap, and softened his voice to discuss with her, "How about I carry you?"

Yan Zhen didn't want to make things difficult for herself, so when Jing Chen turned his back, she obediently climbed onto his back.

Back home, Jingchen went straight into his room and started fiddling with something.

When he came out of the room, he smelled faintly of gasoline.

Yan Zhen recalled the four days they trekked from the north to the south together, during which the smell of gasoline would occasionally emanate from Jing Chen's backpack.

After Jingchen went to the kitchen to cook, Yanzhen slipped into his room, looking around and touching things. He pulled out a backpack from under the bed, opened it, and was stunned.

The backpack contained two bottles of gasoline, several pairs of work gloves, a hammer, a fruit knife, a kitchen knife, a sharpened iron spike, a lighter, a rope, and several packets of unidentified white powder.

Good heavens, a killing gift package?

Yan Zhen realized that when Jing Chen traveled three thousand miles to that remote mountain village to find her, he was mentally prepared to kill Xu Yingxia and secretly take her away.