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

Chapter 619 Dawn (25)

As the online buzz grew, Jingchen confiscated Yan Zhen's phone and tablet before the final exams to prevent her from being affected, allowing her to focus on her studies.

Yan Zhen performed normally in the final exam. The day after the exam, she and Jing Chen took a plane to Palau.

Yan Zhen spent half a month in Palau, spending several hours in the sea every day. His diving skills improved rapidly, and by the time he returned to China, he had tanned two shades darker.

After returning to China, Jing Chen rested for two days and started working again on the third day.

The company has been in contact with many commercial magazines for photoshoots and fashion shows. Given that they will be very busy during this period, Jingchen hired a live-in housekeeper to come to Yanzhen's house every day to cook two meals and clean the house.

"Don't wander around while I'm away. Make sure you let me know when you go out. When you're home alone, don't open the door if someone knocks." Jing Chen nagged Yan Zhen while packing her change of clothes.

He said a lot, but only received a rather perfunctory reply from Yan Zhen: "I know, I know."

Jing Chen turned around and saw Yan Zhen sitting on the sofa with his legs curled up, engrossed in playing games on his tablet, clearly not taking his words to heart at all.

Jing Chen smiled helplessly.

In the afternoon, Jing Chen went to work, while Yan Zhen went to the boxing gym.

After training at the boxing gym until evening, Yan Zhen took a shower and changed into a dry pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

She was wearing flip-flops, had a bag slung over one shoulder, and her hair was still wet, looking quite casual.

Jingchen sent a message during a break from work, asking if she had eaten.

Yan Zhen replied to messages as she walked, saying that she had sent a message to her aunt, telling her not to come over to cook dinner that night—she planned to go out for hot pot.

Before Yan Zhen could send the message, someone blocked his way: "Hello, little friend."

Yan Zhen looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a white shirt and black trousers who looked familiar.

"Who are you?" Yan Zhen asked.

Before the man could answer, the door of the luxury car next to him opened, and a slender, well-maintained woman with tired eyes stepped out.

Yan Zhen was slightly taken aback when he saw her.

She is her biological mother, Chu Huian.

No wonder she thought the middle-aged man looked familiar; he was Chu Huian's driver.

In the previous life, the Yan family discovered that Yan Yuxi was not their biological daughter when Yan Zhen was twelve years old, and after much effort, they brought her back from the countryside.

In this life, Yan Zhen had considered that the Yan family would come looking for her, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Chu Huian walked up to Yan Zhen, but did not speak immediately. Instead, she looked her up and down with a critical gaze.

Yan Zhen was all too familiar with that look. In her previous life in the Yan family, Chu Huian always looked at her with the same expression, scrutinizing, examining, and weighing, as if she were not a person but an object waiting to be sold.

"Auntie, is there something you need?" Yan Zhen asked.

Chu Huian came to her senses but did not answer Yan Zhen's question. Instead, she nodded repeatedly: "They look alike. Their eyes and noses are exactly like Old Yan's."

Yan Zhen: "..."

In just a few words, Yan Zhen understood why Chu Huian had been able to find him.

A while ago, Jing Chen became famous, and she was frequently featured on trending online platforms. Those damned marketing accounts didn't blur her face at all in order to gain popularity. Chu Huian probably saw her online and came looking for her.

She had originally thought that if she could, she would never have anything to do with the Yan family again, but Chu Huian came knocking on her door. Given this woman's personality, once she discovered that she had some use, she would definitely coerce and entice her to come home.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen frowned and, imitating Chu Huian, looked her up and down.

After glancing at him for a few moments, Yan Zhen took a few steps back, his disdain written all over his face.

"Auntie, you're so thin, you look like a mummy. Are you sick?" Yan Zhen said, covering her nose with her hand. "If you're sick, stay away from me and don't infect me."

Chu Huian suffers from severe appearance anxiety; she is nearly 1.7 meters tall but weighs less than 85 kilograms.

To maintain her figure, she drinks only one cup of black coffee every morning, eats a small amount of boiled vegetables and unseasoned red meat for lunch, and an apple for dinner.

Due to prolonged insufficient carbohydrate intake, she became sensitive and irritable to the point of being almost neurotic.

Chu Huian's expression changed slightly upon hearing Yan Zhen's words: "...I am very healthy, you are very rude."

Yan Zhen scoffed, "Before you accuse me of being rude, you should take a look at yourself. You blocked my way for no reason and didn't say a word. When I asked you a question, you didn't answer either, and you even stared at me like that. Didn't your mother teach you that this is offensive?"

Chu Huian clearly hadn't expected Yan Zhen to be so assertive, and was momentarily speechless after being lectured by her.

The driver stepped forward, smiling apologetically, and said, "Little friend, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. We mean no harm. Let me introduce you. This is Mrs. Yan. Thirteen years ago, her daughter went missing. Mrs. Yan saw your photo online by chance. You look a lot like my husband, and you're also thirteen years old, so..."

Yan Zhen asked, "So you suspect I'm her daughter?"

"Yes, is it convenient for you...?"

"Are you alright?" Yan Zhen's face turned cold, and he launched into a tirade against Chu Huian, "You're so desperate for your child that you're running around claiming relatives on the street? With your deformed body that you could barely put up five ounces of flesh, how could you possibly give birth to a healthy, confident, beautiful, and adorable daughter like me?"

Chu Huian: "..."

After Yan Zhen finished speaking, he turned to the driver and said, "I have a home and family. Instead of wasting time making up relatives, you should take your wife to the hospital for an MRI to check her brain, or enroll her in a senior class to learn social etiquette. She's so old and has no manners at all."

After finishing, Yan Zhen rolled his eyes at Chu Huian, said "What the hell?", slung his coat over his shoulder, dragged out his mountain bike, got on, and left.

Chu Huian stood there, her chest heaving with anger. Watching Yan Zhen straddle her bicycle and ride away with a flourish, her hands trembled with rage: "That girl is simply... utterly ill-mannered!"

The driver quickly comforted her, "Don't be angry, ma'am! We came all this way suddenly, which probably scared her. Children this age are going through a rebellious phase, so it's normal for them to have a bit of a temper."

Chu Huian calmed herself down, frowned, and said, "Is she really my and Lao Yan's child?"

“I think it’s very likely,” the driver said. “She looks a lot like your husband.”

Chu Huian was silent for a moment, then said, "Have a bodyguard come over and try to get her DNA sample to do a paternity test."

"Yes."

On the other side, Yan Zhen rode his bike away from the boxing gym, and his phone rang on his way to the hot pot restaurant.

She stopped the car, took out her phone, and saw that it was a call from Jing Chen.

"elder brother?"

What are you doing? Why aren't you replying to my messages?

Yan Zhen then remembered that she hadn't had time to send the message she had prepared to Jing Chen because Chu Huian and the driver had stopped her earlier.

"I'm riding my bike," Yan Zhen said. "I'll be at the hot pot restaurant soon."

Jing Chen, however, asked astutely, "Has something happened?"