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

Chapter 292 Thorny Rose (49)

Ever since learning about his background, Yan Zhen had guessed that this day would come.

A child who grows up in a childhood filled with the threat of death and learns to be hypocritical with adults at a young age is likely to carry inner trauma.

Song Yi's upbringing destined him to be a psychologically unstable person. What Yan Zhen found most frightening was that the possessiveness and controlling nature he was currently displaying was just the tip of the iceberg.

He is not yet seventeen years old, and those twisted desires will multiply with age, while his powerful family background will become the best breeding ground for these evil thoughts.

Once he comes of age and inherits the wealth and power bestowed upon him by the Song family, no one will be able to stop him from doing anything.

Yan Zhen didn't want to imagine what would happen to him, the person he considered his closest confidant, on that day.

You either die because of him, or he kills you, or you perish together with him.

In short, he did not die a peaceful death.

The only way to survive is to strike first while he still trusts you.

kill him.

After a brief standoff, Song Yi softened his expression and took Yan Zhen's hand, his tone carrying a hint of compromise: "I'm sorry, I didn't control myself and made things difficult for you... I'll change."

Yan Zhen resisted the urge to pull her hand away and said coldly, "How do you want to change it?"

Song Yi thought for a moment and said, "I'll have someone delete the posts on the school forum when I get back. The bookstore will provide them with appropriate compensation, Xu Zhiyun..."

"What did you do to Xu Zhiyun?" Yan Zhen asked.

A hint of guilt flashed in Song Yi's eyes as he whispered, "It's nothing, she just suffered a little... You don't want her to cling to you, do you?"

Yan Zhen tried to keep his tone calm: "She is indeed not a good person, but I don't want to ruin her because of these things. The trouble you casually caused could become a turning point for her and the poor family behind her for the rest of their lives."

Xu Zhiyun is not a good person, but she is not a particularly evil person either. At most, she is a selfish and not very smart ordinary person. All her actions are aimed at getting through the three years of high school safely.

For Xu Zhiyun, a single grain of sand thrown by a powerful and influential young master like Song Yi could be a mountain that crushes her.

“I don’t understand,” Song Yi said, puzzled. “Why should I pity someone like that? She was just using you from beginning to end.”

Yan Zhen: "..."

She couldn't explain to Song Yi that she had done many tasks under the guise of an ordinary person. She knew very well how difficult it was to live in such a world as an ordinary person at the bottom of society.

Seeing that Yan Zhen didn't speak, Song Yi shook her arm in a conciliatory manner: "Fine, if you don't want to make things difficult for her, then I'll let her go."

He offered her a way out, and Yan Zhen didn't want things to get too tense, lest it affect the progress of the next plan. She took the opportunity and said, "Could you please stop monitoring me in the future?"

Song Yi frowned, revealing that aggrieved expression that said, "I know it's wrong, but I'm going to do it anyway." "No, I can only feel at ease if I know where you are at all times."

Yan Zhen was just saying it casually. She knew that Song Yi would never agree to it given his personality. Hearing his answer, she put on an impatient expression and said, "Do whatever you want."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Song Yi immediately followed, saying, "I'll take you back to your dorm."

When Yan Zhen returned to his dormitory and pushed open the door to 307, he sensed that something was wrong.

The girls in the living room were whispering about something, but as soon as she came in, they all immediately shut up. Some made exaggerated movements to look around, while others lowered their heads and pretended to play on their phones, their guilty consciences practically written all over their faces.

Yan Zhen knew that their conversation was probably about her, so she ignored it and walked through the living room into her room.

As soon as Yan Zhen opened the door, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

She immediately noticed the blood-stained tissues in the trash can next to Xu Zhiyun's bed, while Xu Zhiyun was packing her things. Her face was pale and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Hearing Yan Zhen come in, Xu Zhiyun just turned his head and glanced at her, but did not come over to chat and fawn over her as usual.

Yan Zhen knew she must have "suffered a lot," but she wasn't sure what Song Yi had done to her.

"Where are you hurt?" Yan Zhen asked.

Xu Zhiyun didn't answer. He took the books off the desk and put them into the cardboard box.

Yan Zhen took two steps toward her.

"Don't come any closer!" Xu Zhiyun immediately stepped back as soon as he realized her intention. His voice trembled as he spoke, whether from fear or from enduring pain, it was hard to tell.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have ignored your advice. I've already applied to the counselor to change dorm rooms, and I'll move out tonight."

As Xu Zhiyun spoke, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Yan Zhen then noticed that her little finger was wrapped in gauze, and the wound must not have been treated properly, as blood had seeped through the gauze and dripped onto the desk.

Yan Zhen's expression darkened.

She stood there, watching Xu Zhiyun pack all her belongings while sobbing softly.

She was left alone in room 307 until she left with her belongings.

Yan Zhen closed her eyes briefly, and as she passed by Xu Zhiyun's bed, she subconsciously glanced at the trash can.

A mangled little finger lay among a pile of blood-stained tissues.

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The girls in the other rooms of dormitory 307 applied to change dormitories one after another. Within three days, the entire dormitory was moved to a place where only Yan Zhen remained.

After finishing his evening self-study session, Yan Zhen returned to his dormitory. Standing in the empty living room, the wind blew in from the balcony, passing through the room and causing the door behind him to slam shut with a "bang".

She didn't turn on the light, and in the darkness, it was as if an invisible net was tightly wrapped around her, making it hard for her to breathe.

Back in his room, Yan Zhen took a deep breath and decided to finish quickly.

Leaving his GPS-enabled phone on the bed, Yan Zhen changed his clothes and quietly went downstairs to leave the school through the back door.

She hailed a taxi and sped to a location 30 kilometers away, visiting several hardware stores and fireworks shops to buy what she needed, before quietly returning to her dormitory.

Yan Zhen spent the entire night modifying the nail gun he had bought into a crude gunpowder gun and fitted it with homemade bullets.

The bullets were also crudely made, but they had a certain degree of lethality.

She hid the gun in her schoolbag and went to class as if nothing had happened after daybreak.

At noon, Yan Zhen went to Dexianlou for lunch as usual.

Having spent these days together, Song Yi had thoroughly figured out her taste preferences. All the dishes on the table were things she liked to eat. When Yan Zhen lowered her head to drink her soup, Song Yi picked up a piece of fish with the small bones removed for her.

"Song Yi," Yan Zhen said, "I'm going back to the Song family tonight. I want to talk to Wang Jianchun."

"it is good."

In the evening, Yan Zhen skipped evening self-study and went to Song Yi's house.

Wang Jianchun, who was locked in the basement, was on the verge of death. When he heard Yan Zhen's footsteps coming in, he didn't even have the strength to lift his head or move.