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

Chapter 685 Extra (7)

But Yan Zhen wasn't sure whether Jing Chen knew the amnesiac version of her or the woman named Fang Ye who had transmigrated from another world.

Yan Zhen patted his forehead. It's such a hassle to have no memory.

At the same time, Jing Chen, who had returned to the second-class area, lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Thinking back to how Yan Zhen was seduced by that pretty boy with just a few words tonight, and how he wanted to take him as his concubine, he couldn't suppress his anger and jealousy.

He kept reminding himself to stay calm, that this was not Yan Zhen's fault.

Blame that despicable hacker; if it hadn't attacked the system, Yan Zhen wouldn't have lost his memory.

Moreover, he also bears some responsibility for the system attack that caused Yan Zhen to lose his memory. If he had improved his skills in managing the Quick Transmigration System, how could he have given hackers the opportunity to infiltrate it?

If all else fails, blame that pretty boy. It's the apocalypse, and a grown man still resorting to using his looks to seduce women. Shameless...

Jing Chen made countless excuses for Yan Zhen in her heart, blaming everything and everyone, but in short, she couldn't blame Yan Zhen. Her mood finally calmed down.

He fell asleep.

Jingchen had a dream in which a pretty boy was holding a child in his arms, carrying another on his back, and with another hanging from each of his legs. All four children were crying loudly for their mother.

As soon as Yan Zhen appeared, the child clinging to the pretty boy's lap immediately let go and stumbled towards Yan Zhen, calling out, "Mommy..."

Jingchen sat up abruptly in bed, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

No, no matter how he tries to find an excuse, he can't help but mind the fact that Yan Zhen married someone else and had a child while suffering from amnesia.

Having spent so much time with Yan Zhen, Jing Chen understands her temperament very well.

She seems carefree and doesn't care about anything, but she is actually a soft-hearted person.

Having Xu Songfeng, this little burden, in this world is already an accident. What if there are other children in the future... After spending so many years together and developing deep feelings for each other, when she regains her memories and leaves this world, will she be reluctant to part with the children and bring them back to the Quick Transmigration Division as well?

NO! ! !

He doesn't want to be a stepfather!!!

Jing got out of bed and paced anxiously around the room.

He needs to find a way to end this "possibility".

Or we could just kill Yan Zhen, end the mission early, and leave this world.

If a system malfunction prevents a task participant from continuing the task, they can submit a report to the main system to avoid having points deducted.

With this thought in mind, Jing Chen immediately tucked a military dagger into his pocket and left under the cover of night.

The shelter was quiet at night when Jing Chen silently sneaked into Yan Zhen's residence.

When he sneaked into Yan Zhen's room, Yan Zhen was already asleep.

Perhaps due to the exhaustion of the long journey, Yan Zhen, in his sleep, lacked his usual alertness, and his breathing became calm and even.

Jingchen stood by the bed and drew his military dagger.

As long as Yan Zhen's throat is slit, this mission will end immediately, and those troubling hidden dangers that have been troubling him will disappear instantly.

But looking at Yan Zhen's sleeping face, Jing Chen tightened his grip on the military dagger, still unable to bring himself to do it.

He knew very well that Yan Zhen wouldn't truly die after being killed, but the thought that she would be in pain, that she would open her eyes and struggle after her throat was slit, and then slowly stop breathing as she suffocated made him feel terrible.

Jingchen stood by the bed for a good five or six minutes before turning around and climbing out the window to leave.

Unbeknownst to him, as soon as he left, Yan Zhen immediately opened his eyes and sat up, staring intently at the window, his hand, hidden under the covers, gripping a loaded pistol.

If Jing Chen had dared to take a step forward just now, she could have killed him first.

Who is he?

What is the purpose of getting close to someone?

When Jing Chen stood by the bed staring at her just now, Yan Zhen could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from him.

He really wanted to kill himself.

Does he also have a grudge against the original owner?

Yan Zhen immediately imagined a series of melodramatic scenarios of grudges and feuds, where someone kills my whole family for profit and I will kill your whole family in return.

Although it's unclear why Jing Chen didn't take action in the end, keeping someone like that in the shelter was tantamount to having a time bomb next to you.

We need to figure out his purpose before we can deal with this bomb.

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The next day, Yan Zhen was awakened by crying.

When she went downstairs, she saw Xu Songfeng blocking the gate to the courtyard with a broom, and outside the gate was a crying man, none other than Mo Xiaowen, the pretty boy who had tried his best to seduce her yesterday but failed.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhen asked.

Xu Songfeng turned around, cursing, "This guy is crazy. He's crying first thing in the morning, begging you to stand up for him."

Yan Zhen walked over, and when she saw Mo Xiaowen's appearance clearly, she was slightly taken aback.

Mo Xiaowen was beaten, and beaten badly; her delicate and beautiful face was almost turned into a pig's head.

Upon seeing Yan Zhen, Mo Xiaowen cried even louder: "Boss, please do me justice... I was sleeping soundly in the dormitory in the fourth-class area last night when someone dragged me out in the middle of the night with a sack over my head and beat me. Look what they did to me..."

As Mo Xiaowen spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Xu Songfeng.

Seeing this, Xu Songfeng glared back at him fiercely: "You suspect that I did it?"

Mo Xiaowen covered her face: "I haven't offended anyone..."

"What does this have to do with me!" Xu Songfeng retorted angrily. "If I want to beat someone up, I should do it openly and honestly! Why bother putting a sack over their head in the middle of the night?"

Mo Xiaowen: "..."

He looked at Yan Zhen with a pitiful expression.

Yan Zhen glanced at Mo Xiaowen and then at Xu Songfeng, and recalling Jing Chen who had sneaked into her room last night, she quickly guessed who had done it.

“It wasn’t Xiao Feng who did it,” Yan Zhen said. “He’s not that strong, nor is he that cunning.”

Mo Xiaowen: "..."

After sending Mo Xiaowen away, Yan Zhen ate something and then led his men to inspect the perimeter of the shelter.

By the time Yan Zhen finished his daily patrol duties, it was already noon. When he returned home, he smelled the aroma of meat as soon as he entered the door.

The taste is...

"Let's have braised chicken for lunch," Jing Chen's voice came from the backyard.

Yan Zhen hurried through the living room to the backyard and saw Jing Chen holding a kitchen knife and chopping mushrooms.

In front of him, there was a clay stove, an iron pot, firewood, and a cutting board. The backyard, which was originally full of clutter, had been cleared out to create a small open space and a temporary kitchen.

Xu Songfeng stood to the side, watching Jing Chen warily, clearly puzzled as to why Jing Chen had suddenly come to his house to cook.

Hearing Yan Zhen come in, Jing Chen smiled at her and said, "Go wash your hands. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She cast a questioning look at Xu Songfeng.

Xu Songfeng returned her a look of equal confusion.

"Jing Chen, what are you doing?" Yan Zhen asked. "Why are you cooking at my house?"

Jing Chen smiled and said, "Let's talk about this after we finish eating."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Jingchen was clearly very skilled in cooking. His movements of washing, chopping, and stir-frying vegetables were smooth and effortless. He put the chopped mushrooms, peppers, and potatoes into the simmering chicken pieces, stir-fried them, covered the pot again, and let it simmer for a few more minutes. When he lifted the lid again, a rich aroma wafted out.

Yan Zhen and Xu Songfeng both involuntarily swallowed.

Soon, the food was served.

The dishes included braised chicken with a rich, dark sauce, stir-fried shredded potatoes with a tangy and spicy flavor, and baby bok choy in a flavorful broth. The main course was freshly steamed white steamed buns, with a small dish of freshly fried chili oil on the side.