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

Chapter 81 Deviation (3)

Moreover, the reason he chose Ming Yiwei as the surrogate mother was because she was young, naive, and inexperienced.

Given her intelligence, if she discovered her husband was having an affair, she would probably just make a scene and cry; she would never think of blocking the door and locking them in the sauna.

With that thought in mind, Zhou Yan felt relieved, gave Yan Zhen a few perfunctory words, and went back to his room.

Yan Zhen called the hotel to order takeout and sat on the sofa in the living room, eating while browsing current events.

After scrolling for a while, my phone pushed a news notification: Pop diva Su Er has a food allergy, and her Milan concert has been postponed.

When Yan Zhen clicked in, the news article featured a photo of Su Erfa's apology on Weibo. She had posted a picture of the back of her hand, which was even more red than Zhou Yan's.

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow. While the female protagonists in erotic novels may have good stamina, they are not invincible.

After filling his stomach, the dizziness caused by the sleeping pills finally subsided. Yan Zhen rolled up his sleeves, revealing three black wounds on his wrists.

She pondered for a while and figured out the original owner's request and wish.

She wanted to escape her fate as cannon fodder, take revenge on the scumbag and the bitch, and save her mother who suffered from kidney disease and relied on medication and dialysis to stay alive.

Yan Zhen frowned slightly, recalling the few words about the original owner's family in the online guide.

Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes; this wish is probably not so easy to fulfill.

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Over the next few days, the injured Zhou Yan stayed obediently in the hotel, while Yan Zhen tried all the surrounding attractions and delicacies.

The two originally planned to spend a few days in another city—the next stop of Su Er's tour was in that city.

However, with the concert postponed, Zhou Yan was not in the mood to stay abroad any longer, so she ended her trip early and returned to China.

After the plane landed in Fengcheng, Yan Zhen took the gifts and went back to the Ming family.

As soon as Yan Zhen arrived at the Ming family's door, she heard cursing and swearing coming from inside. Her heart skipped a beat and her heartbeat started to race uncontrollably.

This comes from the original owner's muscle memory of her parents arguing, which she developed from childhood.

Even with a new body, this fear and shadow cannot be eliminated in a short time.

She went up and knocked on the door, and soon a woman with a sallow complexion and short stature opened the door.

The two women met face to face, and the woman exclaimed in surprise, "Weiwei, weren't you on your honeymoon? Why are you back?"

The woman in front of him was Ming's mother. Yan Zhen's gaze swept over the IV needle in the back of her hand: "Zhou Yan's company had something to do, so we returned to China ahead of schedule."

She entered the house, where Ming's father was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He was a middle-aged man who was not yet fifty years old, with an obese body and a pale face. He had a cigarette between his fingers, and the whole house was filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

In the kitchen, the faucet was running, and shattered glass lay on the floor.

Yan Zhen greeted Ming's father, put down the gifts she had brought, and went to get a broom. When she came out, Ming's father had already unwrapped the gifts himself.

The original owner bought a neck and shoulder massager as a gift for Ming's father. He opened it, tried it out, and put it aside. Then he started to open the gift for Ming's mother.

"Weiwei, you went all the way abroad and all you brought back was this junk? You can buy two of these for a hundred yuan at the supermarket on the street! Didn't they say Milan has the cheapest jewelry and gold? You didn't even bring back anything valuable..."

Yan Zhen didn't reply. He silently swept up the broken glass on the ground, then turned and pulled Ming's mother into the kitchen.

She closed the kitchen door and asked in a low voice, "Did he yell at you again?"

Ming's mother hesitated for a moment, then said, "No, I just muttered a few words."

Yan Zhen didn't miss the fleeting hint of guilt in her eyes and continued to ask, "What's the reason this time?"

"..."

Ming's mother remained silent, her head bowed like a child who had done something wrong.

Yan Zhen simply reached into her pocket for her phone.

Upon opening WeChat and checking the transaction history, it was discovered that the original owner had transferred 3,000 yuan to Ming's mother two days prior for dialysis fees. Less than five minutes after receiving the money, it was transferred away by Ming's father.

Yan Zhen asked, "You haven't had your dialysis this week yet?"

Seeing that she could no longer hide the truth, Ming's mother shook her head in grievance.

Yan Zhen didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Pack your things, I'll take you to the hospital."

Ming's mother didn't object, but said, "I'll cook the food first before we go, otherwise your dad will go hungry at noon."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Watching her mother turn away to wash vegetables, she suddenly said, "Mom, divorce him. I'll support you from now on."

Ming's mother was taken aback, but without stopping her work, she said without turning her head, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"..."

While Ming's mother was busy in the kitchen, Yan Zhen went to the attic to look for Ming Yiwei's old sketches.

The original owner was a comic artist. Yan Zhen has been looking through her previous works over the past few days. Her drawing skills and style are very distinctive.

Having taken over this body, Yan Zhen plans to continue in this line of work.

As she rummaged through drawers and cupboards in the attic, Ming's father's cursing voices echoed from the living room once again.

Yan Zhen listened for a while and caught the words "want money". She put down what she was holding and went down from the attic.

"Dad, Mom, what's wrong?"

Ming's father's cursing stopped abruptly. He quickly gave Ming's mother a wink, then said casually, "Let your mother talk to you."

"No need, just tell me what's on your mind."

Ming's father was clearly wary of Ming Yiwei. He touched his nose and said shamelessly, "Your mother hasn't had her dialysis this week yet. I'll take her to the hospital later. We're out of money at home, could you give us some first?"

“I drove here, I’ll take her there.”

Ming's father frowned and said, "Didn't you just come back from abroad? Go back and rest well. I'll take your mother to the hospital. You can transfer me 50,000 to 10,000 yuan. I'll buy some supplements for your mother while I'm at it."

Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then exposed him: "Didn't you transfer three thousand from Mom the day before yesterday? You've spent it all so quickly?"

Ming's father was stunned for a moment, then realized that his daughter had known he was lying all along. He was immediately enraged and slapped Ming's mother across the face.

"You slut, didn't I warn you not to tell her? You have to tell everyone about such trivial things, your mouth is looser than your vagina..."

Ming's mother was already petite, and this slap knocked her to the ground.

Yan Zhen immediately stopped them: "Stop!"

This sound, when it reached Ming's father's ears, was tantamount to a challenge to his dignity as a father.

But he didn't dare offend the daughter who had married into a wealthy family, so he could only kick Ming's mother in the stomach several times to vent his anger.

Yan Zhen rushed over and tried to pull him away, but Ming's father shoved her aside and kicked Ming's mother repeatedly, yelling, "You jinx, you filthy bitch! If I hadn't married you, I wouldn't be so unlucky! Why don't you just die! The sooner you die, the more peaceful everyone will be!"

Yan Zhen's anger surged to the top of her head. She grabbed a chair and slammed it heavily onto Ming's father's back.

Caught off guard, Ming's father was knocked forward and landed on the sofa.

Yan Zhen was still angry and pretended to teach him a lesson, but at this moment, Ming Ma rushed up and hugged her tightly, her eyes half filled with tears and half with resentment.

"Weiwei, what are you doing? He's your father! Are you trying to kill him?!"