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

Chapter 543 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (22)

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun gave Yan Zhen a grateful smile.

After bandaging the wound and getting the medicine, Yan Zhen took Xiao Yun home.

The car stopped at No. 19 Fu'an Road. The driver, quite perceptive, got out of the car and opened the door for Xiao Yun in the back seat.

Xiao Yun got out of the car carefully, but it still aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

Yan Zhen originally planned to leave him on the street and then leave, but when she saw that he was trembling all over in pain, she frowned, but still opened the car door, got out, walked around the car to help him up, and took the medicine from the back seat to give to him.

"Thank you." Xiao Yun took the medicine, smiled at Yan Zhen, and said, "Please be careful on your way home."

Yan Zhen ignored his solicitousness and instead looked up to scan the row of old-fashioned residential buildings facing the street.

From the outside, the building looks at least thirty or forty years old. All the balconies and windows facing the street are fitted with security bars, which are covered in rust from the wind and sun. The exterior walls are also corroded and mottled.

Based on Yan Zhen's past experience with missions, old-style residential buildings with 3-6 floors generally do not have elevators installed.

She asked Xiao Yun, "Which floor do you live on?"

Xiao Yun was taken aback by her question and said, "The 6th floor."

"No elevator?"

"……No."

Yan Zhen: "..."

A few minutes later, the driver helped Xiao Yun, and Yan Zhen followed behind carrying the medicine, as they climbed the stairs one floor at a time.

Xiao Yun underestimated the severity of his injuries. Climbing the stairs aggravated the pain from his wounds, causing him to become breathless after only three floors, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Yan Zhen followed behind him and saw that Xiao Yun would have to hold onto the handrail and rest for a while after climbing each flight of stairs and reaching a corner. His face was getting paler and paler, and she was somewhat worried that Xiao Yun would faint.

Fortunately, Xiao Yun made it to the door of the rented apartment. When he took out his key to open the door, his hands were trembling.

Once inside, there was a small but complete house with one bedroom and one living room, all kept clean and tidy.

Xiao Yun put down the keys and invited Yan Zhen and the driver into the house. He then moved his nearly crippled body to pour them some water.

"Stop fussing over there, sit down," Yan Zhen said unhappily. "Old Zhang, check his wound; it seems to be bleeding again."

The driver helped Xiao Yun sit down on the sofa, and when he unbuttoned his shirt, sure enough, the bandages were soaked with blood.

"The wound needs to be re-bandaged," the driver said. "I'll go buy some medicine."

Xiao Yun quickly stopped him, saying, "I have medicine and bandages at home."

Guided by Xiao Yun, the driver found the medicine box, opened it, and found that it was fully stocked with all kinds of commonly used medicines.

Xiao Yun first found the painkillers, swallowed them with water, and then began to bandage his wounds.

He was very skilled at cleaning and changing dressings, and with all the medicines in the first-aid kit, Yan Zhen guessed that he had treated his wounds quite often.

Yan Zhen asked, "Are you frequently injured?"

"I guess so," Xiao Yun said. "When the company doesn't have any work, I'll take on stunt doubles for action scenes. I'm about the same height and build as Mr. Shen Qian, and I've been doing most of his action scenes for the past few years."

Yan Zhen had heard of Shen Qian before. He was a veteran actor who had entered the film industry in recent years and won many awards for his films. He was known as "Actor Shen".

Shen Qian is a martial arts actor from traditional opera, and the roles he takes are mostly martial arts and police dramas. Fighting and gunfight scenes are commonplace for him. Xiao Yun works as his stunt double, which explains why he is often injured.

As they spoke, Xiao Yun bandaged his wounds, without letting the driver, Lao Zhang, help him at all.

Old Zhang, however, noticed that his young mistress was treating this young man differently, and seeing that Xiao Yun was pale and hadn't even had a cup of hot water at home, he very tactfully offered to buy Xiao Yun some porridge.

Xiao Yun did not refuse, but when Lao Zhang went out, he hesitated for a moment and asked Lao Zhang to "walk 800 meters west from the entrance of the building, there is a clay pot soup shop there", and buy a corn and pork rib soup from the shop.

Old Zhang responded, grabbed his car keys, and left.

Only Yan Zhen and Xiao Yun remained in the small house.

Seeing that Yan Zhen was still standing with his arms crossed, Xiao Yun struggled to get up and tidied up the books on the sofa.

Seeing this, Yan Zhen frowned slightly: "Don't move around, or your wound will reopen."

"I'm fine." Xiao Yun cleared the sofa and said to Yan Zhen, "Miss Yan, please have a seat."

Yan Zhen didn't stand on ceremony with him. Her feet were a little sore from wearing high heels for so long, so she sat down on the sofa, looked around the room, and casually asked, "How much is the monthly rent for this place?"

"1500."

Yan Zhen asked in surprise, "So expensive?"

The place is small and remote, yet the rent is so expensive.

“The prices downstairs are even higher. The fifth floor is 1800, the fourth floor is 2000, the third floor is 2300, and the second floor is 2500,” Xiao Yun said. “I can save a thousand yuan by climbing a few more floors every day.”

There was a hint of smugness in his tone, and Yan Zhen almost laughed.

"From what you're saying, you think you got the better deal?"

“Yes, there are primary and secondary schools nearby, as well as three kindergartens, otherwise the rent wouldn’t be so expensive.” Xiao Yun said, then picked up the kettle, filled it with water, and turned it on to boil the water.

Yan Zhen sat on the sofa. The texture beneath her wasn't very soft, and the fabric of the sofa was even a bit rough, but she felt inexplicably calm.

"With so many schools nearby, isn't it noisy?"

“It’s not noisy,” Xiao Yun said. “I have a regular schedule. When the children are in class, I’m at work, and when I get off work, they’re doing their homework. Since we have the same schedule, it’s not noisy.”

After chatting for a while, the painkillers Xiao Yun had taken seemed to work, and his complexion finally looked a little better.

He poured Yan Zhen a glass of water, and nervously rubbed his hands on his suit trousers: "Miss Yan, if you don't mind, I'll go change my clothes first."

"This is your home, please make yourself at home." After saying that, Yan Zhen added, "Don't get the wound wet."

Xiao Yun was slightly taken aback, seemingly touched by her casual remark. He nodded and said, "Okay."

Xiao Yun took clean clothes into the bathroom, while Yan Zhen, who was bored, got up and wandered around the room.

Although the house was rented, Xiao Yun maintained it very well. The peeling paint on the walls showed signs of repair, and the cabinets were probably old furniture that had been repainted. On one wall of the living room, there was a homemade wooden bookshelf with hundreds of books on it, most of which were related to acting and movies.

Judging from the traces in the house, Xiao Yun's life was simple, but not boring.

Yan Zhen picked up a book and flipped through it when his phone rang.

She picked it up and saw that it was a call from Lao Zhang.

As soon as Yan Zhen answered the call, Old Zhang's somewhat helpless voice came through: "Miss, I've been in a car accident."

Yan Zhen paused for a moment: "Are you alright? How are you?"

"I'm fine. It was an electric scooter carrying four people who weren't wearing helmets and ran a red light that crashed into our car. I wasn't injured, but the people on the scooter were. I guess there will be some disputes. I'm calling home now to ask Lao Chen to drive over and pick you up."