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

Chapter 672 Dawn (78)

Jing Chen was stunned, staring intently at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen met his gaze without flinching, demonstrating her determination.

Just then, a loud "bang" came from the living room, breaking the silent standoff between the two.

Yan Zhen and Jing Chen turned around at the same time and saw the nanny who had knocked over the fruit plate looking embarrassed and pretending to be busy cleaning up the fruit plate.

Jing Chen snapped out of her daze, covered Yan Zhen's mouth, and dragged her out into the corridor.

Yan Zhen was dragged along, staggering all the way. Jing Chen covered her mouth with great force. When they reached the corridor, she forcefully shook off Jing Chen.

"what are you doing!"

Jing Chen looked both angry and bewildered. He put one hand on his hip and clenched his fist repeatedly with the other. After a long while, he finally said, "No."

"what?"

"...What you just said won't work."

"Why?" Yan Zhen said, "We're not related by blood anyway..."

"That won't do either!" Jing Chen emphasized, his expression unusually serious when facing her. He was almost warning Yan Zhen, "I'll pretend I didn't hear you, but you're not allowed to say it again."

Yan Zhen: "..."

After Jing Chen finished speaking, he looked up at the dark sky outside and ordered, "Go inside."

Yan Zhen stood stubbornly in place, as if rooted to the spot, refusing to move.

Jing Chen met her stubborn gaze, remained silent for a long time, and finally gave in: "I promise you, I won't get married, I won't marry anyone, okay?"

Yan Zhen's expression softened, and she asked in a low voice, "Don't you like me?"

Jing Chen: "..."

His expression looked like he wanted to hit someone, his face showing displeasure at Yan Zhen's actions for going too far: "Have I not disciplined you enough to give you this kind of impression? Should I beat you up right now and make you see reality?"

Yan Zhen: "..."

"Go inside. I don't want to say it a third time!" Jing Chen commanded.

Yan Zhen had no choice but to go inside dejectedly.

In the following days, Jing Chen barely paid any attention to Yan Zhen.

Every morning when Yan Zhen gets up, he has already gone to work.

When Yan Zhen came home from school, he hadn't finished get off work yet.

When I'm at home, I mostly work in my study.

This strange and awkward atmosphere lasted for five days. On Saturday morning, after Yan Zhen woke up, she received a WeChat message from Jing Chen on her phone, asking her to go to the study to find a document and deliver it to his company.

This was the first time Jing Chen had taken the initiative to talk to her since last weekend. Yan Zhen immediately got up, washed up, went to the study to find the document, and drove to Jing Chen's company.

Jingchen Company is located in a commercial building in the city center. She often comes here, and her facial recognition information has been recorded in the high-rise elevator.

Taking the elevator upstairs and pushing open the door to the president's office, Jing Chen was talking to his secretary. When he saw Yan Zhen arrive, he gestured for her to wait a moment.

Only after Jing Chen finished handing over his work to his secretary and the secretary left did he reach out to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen handed over the documents.

Jing Chen opened the package and asked as he looked at it, "No classes today, why don't you sleep in?"

"We're going to the horse farm later," Yan Zhen said.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

After Jing Chen finished speaking, he lowered his head and focused on reading the document.

This means to send her away.

Yan Zhen gritted his teeth inwardly and stood motionless in front of his desk.

Jing Chen calmly finished reading the documents, then looked up and saw that Yan Zhen was still there. He asked, "Is there anything else?"

"I gave up sleeping in early on the weekend to deliver documents to you, and you didn't even say thank you?"

Jing Chen: "..."

He sat up straight and said helplessly, "Thank you."

"Thank you to whom?"

"Thank you."

"who am I?"

"Zhenzhen, thank you Zhenzhen, thank you dear Zhenzhen." Jing Chen said helplessly, "Isn't that sincere enough?"

Yan Zhen snorted: "Your attitude is sincere, but your gratitude is not enough. How about this, we'll have dinner together after you get off work. Let's go to the restaurant where you went on your blind date last time."

Jing Chen: "...Okay."

He relented, and Yan Zhen became happy: "Then I'm leaving."

Stepping out of the office, Yan Zhen walked briskly towards the elevator.

When I arrived at the elevator on the high floor, I couldn't get it to open with facial recognition.

The assistant jogged over: "Ms. Yan, the elevators on the high floor are under maintenance today and are temporarily out of service. Please use the regular elevators."

"Okay."

Yan Zhen entered the regular elevator, and as it descended, she looked down to reply to the message sent by Zhou Panpan.

The elevator descended a few floors and stopped. The elevator doors opened, and someone walked in.

A male voice asked, "Is the elevator going down?"

The familiar voice sent a shiver down Yan Zhen's spine. She abruptly looked up and met a face that was almost buried deep in her memory.

The man in front of me was young, with short, neatly trimmed hair, clear eyes that smiled as he spoke, and wearing a light blue shirt with an employee badge hanging on his chest—Golden Shield Technology, Intern, Qi Yu.

Yan Zhen's first love in his previous life.

In their previous life, Yan Zhen and Qi Yu were college sweethearts. They were both in the same university in Yuncheng, but in different years.

Later, Yan Zhen accidentally killed someone and went to prison. With Yan Yuxi stirring things up, Qi Yu was forced to choose between her and her parents.

Qi Yu was a filial son, and had no choice but to give up Yan Zhen.

That experience occurred during the darkest moment of Yan Zhen's life, which was like adding insult to injury for her, causing her so much pain that she once wanted to die.

In this life, her life trajectory changed. She attended middle school and university in Haicheng, and had no interaction with Qi Yu in Yuncheng.

But now, Qi Yu, a recent graduate who should have been in Yuncheng, has appeared in Haicheng and become an intern at Jingchen Company.

Yan Zhen stared intently at Qi Yu, his mind racing with fragmented information.

Jing Chen, who is never forgetful, suddenly asks her to deliver an important document that she "left at home." When she arrives at the company's high-rise elevator, it is inconveniently under maintenance, so she takes the regular elevator instead, and there she encounters Qi Yu...

All of this was arranged by Jingchen.

The purpose was to create a "chance encounter" between her and Qi Yu.

Upon realizing this, Yan Zhen's expression changed drastically.

"Miss, are you alright?" Qi Yu felt a chill run down his spine from Yan Zhen's intense gaze. Seeing her expression change drastically, he quickly asked, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Yan Zhen was brought back to her senses by his words. She quickly looked away, took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and then reached past Qi Yu to press the elevator button, stopping the descending elevator at the nearest floor.

After hurriedly stepping out of the elevator, Yan Zhen walked to another elevator next to it and headed straight for the president's office.

When they arrived at the CEO's office floor, they pushed open the office door, but Jing Chen was not there.

Yan Zhen stepped out and called to his passing assistant, "Where is Jing Chen?"

"The president is in the conference room..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Zhen quickly walked towards the conference room.

In the conference room, Jing Chen was listening absentmindedly to the project team members giving a presentation using a PowerPoint presentation when the conference room door was suddenly kicked open from the outside. The force was so great that the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The entire conference room immediately fell silent, and all twenty-odd people in the meeting turned their gazes toward the door.