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

Chapter 600 Dawn (6)

There is no boiled water at home, and the tap water is very hard and tastes like rust.

Yan Zhen simply moved a milk powder can and a stool over, stood on the stool, filled a kettle halfway with water, put it on the gas stove, and turned on the fire to boil the water.

The water boiled quickly, and the kettle made a whirring sound. Yan Zhen turned off the stove and lifted the kettle down, stepping on the milk powder can.

She carefully prepared to put the kettle into the sink when there was a knock on the door: "Xiao Chen, are you home?"

Startled, Yan Zhen's hand trembled, and the kettle fell into the sink. A few drops of scalding water splashed onto the back of Yan Zhen's hand, burning her and making her shiver.

She immediately turned on the tap to rinse the back of her hand to cool it down.

Even so, within ten seconds, two blisters appeared on the back of her hand.

Yan Zhen cursed her bad luck inwardly, turned off the tap, jumped off the milk powder can, walked to the living room, and opened the window next to the door.

When Aunt Cui saw her, she asked in surprise, "Where is your brother?"

Yan Zhen paused, unsure how to answer—she couldn't speak and didn't know sign language, so she shook her head.

Aunt Cui then remembered that she was mute: "I almost forgot you can't speak. Is your brother home?"

Yan Zhen shook his head.

"Going to school?"

Yan Zhen nodded.

“When he comes back, tell him to come to my house. My husband has already asked about the household registration for him; he needs a certificate.”

Yan Zhen nodded again.

Aunt Cui saw that although she was thin, she was obedient and well-behaved, and her eyes softened with affection. She tore off a small honey-crusted bread from the basket she was carrying and handed it in through the window: "Eat this."

Yan Zhen took it and smiled at her.

At noon, Jingchen returned.

He had clearly run all the way home after school, and his chest was heaving as he entered the door, panting heavily.

Seeing Yan Zhen sitting obediently on the sofa watching TV, Jing Chen breathed a sigh of relief, put down his schoolbag, and squatted down in front of Yan Zhen: "Have you been waiting long? Are you hungry?"

Yan Zhen pretended to be engrossed in watching cartoons, shook his head perfunctorily, and then turned his attention back to the TV.

Jing Chen didn't disturb her watching TV. He ruffled her hair and went into the kitchen to wash his hands and cook.

For lunch, they ate rice noodles with pickled mustard greens and shredded pork. Yan Zhen gestured at the table to indicate that Aunt Cui had come over.

Jing Chen didn't understand at first, but when Yan Zhen tapped the milk powder can, he realized: "The aunt next door came by?"

Yan Zhen nodded.

"It seems like there's some progress on your household registration." Jing Chen muttered to himself, then smiled. "Once your household registration is done, your brother will arrange for you to transfer to a new school."

Yan Zhen was slightly taken aback.

After the meal, Jingchen took Yanzhen to Aunt Cui's house.

Aunt Cui's family consists of five people: the couple and their three children. Their eldest daughter is ten years old, their second son is seven years old, and their youngest son is only eight months old.

Upon seeing Jingchen, Aunt Cui's husband, Uncle Wang, said, "I've already inquired for you. Registering your household registration is possible, and the necessary documents aren't difficult to obtain, but..."

He glanced at Jing Chen, looking somewhat troubled.

Jing Chen understood immediately and asked in a low voice, "Would it be better to give a red envelope, or buy some cigarettes and alcohol?"

Uncle Wang seemed surprised that he understood so quickly at such a young age. He looked on with admiration and said, "Buy two packs of good cigarettes, a bottle of wine, and give him a red envelope with a thousand yuan in cash, and that should be enough."

Jing Chen understood: "Okay, I'll go prepare it right away. I'll also need to trouble Uncle Wang to help me deliver the things over."

"Row."

After Jing Chen finished speaking and was about to leave, Uncle Wang called him back: "Xiao Chen."

Jing Chen turned around: "What's wrong, Uncle Wang?"

Uncle Wang gave Aunt Cui a wink.

Aunt Cui immediately stood up, smiling as she pulled Yan Zhen over: "Xiao Zhen, Auntie still has honey bread rolls in the kitchen, come on, come on, I'll get you one to eat."

Yan Zhen knew that Uncle Wang had something to say to Jing Chen, so she let Aunt Cui pull her into the kitchen.

In the living room, Uncle Wang lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and scratched his receding hairline, which was showing signs of balding, with worry. He said in a low voice, "Xiao Chen, you need to think this through. The child is registered in your household, so she's your sister now. You'll have to take responsibility for her from now on."

"I know, I've thought it through."

“I’m not saying you haven’t thought it through, I’m just afraid you haven’t realized the serious implications,” Uncle Wang said. “Raising a child is just about feeding and clothing her, but this child… she can’t speak, so going to school is a big problem. Ordinary schools might not accept her.”

Jing Chen frowned slightly.

Uncle Wang continued, "Sending her to a special education school would be a considerable expense, and even if you manage to raise her successfully, her future job and marriage prospects will be much more complicated than for ordinary people, requiring you to invest more energy and money... I'm not trying to be pessimistic, but you yourself are still a child; can you afford to support her future?"

Jing Chen replied without hesitation, "I can."

Uncle Wang: "..."

"Uncle Wang, thank you for thinking of me, but I'm confident I can raise her well." Jing Chen bowed to Uncle Wang. "I will take good care of her, and I will also take good care of myself."

A short while later, Jing Chen led Yan Zhen out of the Wang family's house.

Yan Zhen's foot injury had not yet healed, so she walked slowly. Jing Chen simply picked her up.

Yan Zhen was holding a half-eaten honey crispy bread roll. She had just finished eating and couldn't eat anymore, so she simply handed the bread roll to Jing Chen.

Jingchen grabbed it in one bite, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

"Let's go buy some gifts."

After buying cigarettes and alcohol, along with a red envelope, and delivering them to the Wang family, Aunt Cui knocked on the door before 3 p.m. that afternoon, saying that Uncle Wang had called and that the matter was settled, and asked Jingchen to go and get the certificate.

Jing Chen carried Yan Zhen out of the house. First, they went to the street office to get a certificate, then they went to a photo studio to take ID photos, and then they went to the relevant agency to register their household registration.

After going through all the procedures, the two didn't get home until it was almost dark.

After entering the room, Jingchen hurriedly went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Yan Zhen felt a little sorry for him, who was exhausted like a dog and still had to serve him food and drink, so she carried the milk powder can and stool into the kitchen to help.

Jing Chen didn't refuse, and handed her a bunch of small green vegetables: "Wash the vegetables."

Yan Zhen stepped onto the milk powder can, rolled up her sleeves, and turned on the tap to wash the vegetables when Jing Chen suddenly grabbed her arm, his tone serious: "What happened to your hand?"

Yan Zhen was taken aback and looked at the back of his hand.

The two blisters that appeared in her hands that morning burst, leaving two fresh, light red scars on her dark hands.

Seeing that she was dazed and couldn't react, Jingchen immediately turned off the stove and water, took her off the milk powder can, and carried her to the living room.

After a careful examination, Jing Chen's expression turned grim: "Scalds? What did you do?"

Yan Zhen's eyes darted around for a while before he finally pointed to the water glass on the table.

Jingchen then remembered that he had left in such a hurry that morning that he had forgotten to leave her any water.

How could you be so careless and stupid to make a seven-year-old child so thirsty that he had to boil water himself and accidentally burn his hand?

Jingchen felt both guilty and distressed. With a stern face, she took out the first-aid kit to treat her wounds.