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

Chapter 652 Dawn (58)

As Yan Zhen walked out of the inpatient department, she used a mobile app to hail a taxi. Before she could send the order, she heard Aunt Zhang's anxious voice calling from behind.

"Miss! Miss!"

Yan Zhen turned around, and Aunt Zhang ran up to her, handed her the phone that was on a call, and mouthed, "It's the master on the phone."

Yan Zhen took it and turned on the speakerphone: "Speak."

Yan Yi asked, "Where is Chu Huian?"

"in hospital."

"Have her come to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"She can't get out of bed."

"..."

Before Yan Yi could get angry, Yan Zhen preemptively said, "If you don't believe me, you can come and see for yourself. I have no obligation to take the blame for her."

Yan Yi: "..."

He hung up the phone.

Yan Zhen returned the phone to Aunt Zhang. Looking at Aunt Zhang, who looked exhausted from staying up late and anxious, and who seemed to have aged several years in an instant, Yan Zhen sighed silently and advised, "There are caregivers in the ward, you should go back and rest too."

Aunt Zhang shook her head: "I have to stay here and keep an eye on things. If the master comes over and lays a hand on the wife, I can help to talk him out..."

Yan Zhen was surprised: "Aren't you Yan Yi's relative? Why are you protecting Ms. Chu like this?"

Aunt Zhang was taken aback and said, "I've been working for the Yan family for years, and my salary has always been paid by the madam."

Yan Zhen understood, and unable to persuade Aunt Zhang, she simply stopped talking, waved her hand, and turned to leave.

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Chu Huian's illness lasted for about a week.

She had recurring fevers, was drowsy and couldn't wake up, had such a poor appetite that she couldn't eat anything, and would even gag when drinking water. Her arms turned blue from the IV drips.

Yan Zhen visited her in the hospital every two days. He watched as the once radiant woman withered and turned yellow, like weeds in winter, losing moisture day by day.

Over the weekend, following Aunt Zhang's instructions, Yan Zhen used a high-speed blender to make apple juice and sent it to the hospital.

When they arrived at the inpatient department, they saw Aunt Zhang standing outside the ward, peering through the glass partition on the ward door with a worried expression.

Yan Zhen's first thought was that Yan Yi had arrived.

She quickened her pace and walked over: "Aunt Zhang, Yan Yi is here?"

Aunt Zhang immediately turned around, taking the things from her hands as she said, "No, it's Mrs. Chen visiting you, Madam."

Yan Zhen glanced around the ward. Chu Huian was sitting on the hospital bed, and her best friend Mrs. Chen was standing by the bedside, speaking sternly with a look of disappointment on her face.

Judging from her expression, Mrs. Chen was probably trying to persuade Chu Huian to turn back from her wrong path.

Yan Zhen wasn't interested in the conversation between the two best friends. She was just thinking of finding a place to sit down and play a couple of games, and then go in after Mrs. Chen left. But she was suddenly surprised to see Mrs. Chen slap Chu Huian across the face.

Chu Huian took the slap, but the usually assertive woman said nothing and just silently covered her face.

Mrs. Chen was clearly furious. She picked up her bag, muttered something, and then quickly walked out of the ward.

Aunt Zhang and Yan Zhen, who were standing at the door, turned around and pretended not to see anything.

After Mrs. Chen had gone far away, Yan Zhen and Aunt Zhang entered the ward.

"Madam, are you alright?" Aunt Zhang asked cautiously, pulling Chu Huian's hand away from her cheek. Seeing the clear finger marks on her cheek, which had just recovered from swelling a few days ago, she felt both distressed and helpless. "Mrs. Chen went too far..."

Chu Huian didn't speak, her head down, seemingly lost in thought, while Aunt Zhang busied herself with finding a doctor and getting medicine.

Yan Zhen went to the pharmacy in the main building to get the ointment. When she returned to the ward, Aunt Zhang had already left.

Chu Huian said proactively, "I've told Aunt Zhang to go back and rest."

Yan Zhen nodded, sat down by the hospital bed, and unscrewed the cap of the ointment to wipe her face.

Chu Huian had lost a lot of weight recently, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and when Yan Zhen's fingertips touched her face, he could feel that under her cool skin was all bone.

At this moment, Chu Huian spoke up: "If I divorce your father, who will you live with?"

"Me and my brother."

Chu Huian: "..."

“I’m dispensable to Yan Yi. Your purpose in bringing me back was to keep Yan Yi tied down. Once you divorce, I’ll lose that purpose,” Yan Zhen said. “So, what’s wrong with you and my brother?”

Chu Huian stared at her for a while, then said with a mix of sarcasm and self-deprecation, "It's so good to be young. You don't care about anything, and you can just give up billions of assets like that."

After applying the medicine, Yan Zhen screwed the cap back on and took a tissue to wipe his hands: "It has nothing to do with being young or young. When I'm your age, I'll still have the same thoughts."

Chu Huian was immediately annoyed by her seemingly mild retort: ​​"Stop talking nonsense. Do you know what I've been through? I..."

“I have no interest in your past,” Yan Zhen interrupted Chu Huian. “How much love and hate you have with Yan Yi is your business. Don’t tell me. I won’t sympathize with you.”

"You..." Chu Huian suddenly reached out and pushed Yan Zhen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, away. Her voice was sharp. "You are clearly my daughter, the one I gave birth to with great difficulty, but why can't you empathize with me at all! Do you know how annoying you are? When you say these things to me with that face that looks so much like your father's, I just want to strangle you! I really wish I had never given birth to you!"

Caught off guard, Yan Zhen was pushed and stumbled, but luckily her legs were long enough to catch her weight and prevent her from falling down in a sorry state.

She stared blankly at Chu Hui'an, whose neck veins were bulging with anger, and her mind raced through the things Chu Hui'an had done to her in her past life.

After a while, Yan Zhen suddenly laughed.

The question that had troubled her for a long time in her past life, a question she couldn't understand even until her death, now had a clear answer.

In her past life, Chu Huian did so many incomprehensible things to her; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was tortured to death.

She was torn at the time, unable to understand why Chu Huian could be so heartless towards her own daughter.

In conclusion, she concluded that Chu Huian did not love her, had no feelings for her, and was only using her.

But at this moment, Yan Zhen discovered that it was not just that.

Chu Huian was using her to express her hatred for Yan Yi.

Chu Huian harbored hatred for Yan Yi, yet also a seemingly proud but actually humble love for him, and a faint hope of reconciling with him. Therefore, she could not bring herself to hate him completely.

But Chu Huian didn't have so many concerns about herself.

The more torment she suffered at Yan Yi's hands in the latter half of her life, the more intense her hatred became when projected onto herself.

In Chu Huian's eyes, she was just a punching bag.

Once this was clear, Yan Zhen's smile became even more sarcastic.

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Huian was horrified by her laughter.

"I laugh at your despicable behavior."

Chu Huian: "..."

She was furious and reached for the water glass on the bedside table.

Yan Zhen reacted quickly, grabbing her arm to stop her movement, and then slapped her across the face.

"..."

Chu Huian was stunned.