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

Chapter 541 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (20)

"Super handsome! He's 1.9 meters tall, and his looks and physique can easily outshine many top male celebrities."

To prove her point, Yan Jing even opened her phone and searched for Xiao Yun's information on Baidu to show Gao Shenghan: "How about it, isn't he handsome?"

Gao Shenghan glanced at the file. The man in the file had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and deep-set features. His gaze toward the camera was gentle and affectionate.

He nodded: "He is very handsome."

After speaking, Gao Shenghan subconsciously glanced at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen was focused on her work and seemed uninterested in the topic.

Yan Jing didn't notice Gao Shenghan's subtle actions and continued, "He has strong professional skills and is very dedicated. I think we can give him more resources. Maybe we can promote him to the top and make him a pillar of Xinyue Media."

Gao Shenghan smiled and asked Yan Zhen seemingly casually, "Zhen, what do you think?"

Yan Zhen didn't even look up, his tone calm to the point of being indifferent: "Xiao Jing's company matters are her own business to handle."

This clearly means they won't get involved and have no interest.

But Gao Shenghan's intuition told him that things were probably not that simple.

In the past, no matter what happened, his wife would share it with him.

However, during his hospitalization, she didn't mention a word about whether Yan Zhen went to rescue Yan Jing or helped Xiao Yun get his unpaid wages.

Has she lost the desire to share with herself, or is she intentionally hiding something?

After the meal, Yan Jing did not stay at the Yan family home for long and quickly returned to her residence near the school.

After Yan Zhen finished his bath, his head began to throb slightly.

She managed to get a few hours of sleep last night, during which she had constant nightmares and her sleep quality was very poor.

She had a feeling she might not be able to sleep tonight.

When Gao Shenghan came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw Yan Zhen wearing glasses, sitting on the bed reading a book, wearing a conservative style of pajamas with the buttons fastened up to her neck.

After being married for so many years, Gao Shenghan could tell at a glance that his wife wasn't in the mood for sex tonight.

But thinking about her coldness towards him these past few days, Gao Shenghan hesitated for a moment, but still got into bed, intending to serve Yan Zhen well tonight and rekindle their passion.

But as soon as he stepped onto the bed, Yan Zhen said indifferently, "Go sleep in the guest room."

Gao Shenghan was taken aback: "Why?"

Yan Zhen didn't look up, her gaze still fixed on the pages of the book: "I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, and having someone next to me affects my sleep quality."

Gao Shenghan: "..."

He went straight to bed, hugged Yan Zhen, and said with a smile in his voice, "Let's exercise a bit, and we'll be able to sleep after we've used up all our energy."

Yan Zhen glanced at him.

Gao Shenghan stiffened as he was stung by her gaze, which was filled with disgust and contempt.

"Is this kind of joke funny?" Yan Zhen asked.

Gao Shenghan subconsciously loosened his grip on her and quickly apologized, "Wife, I didn't mean that..."

"The older you get, the less considerate you become." Yan Zhen looked away. "Go out and don't disturb my reading."

Gao Shenghan: "..."

He got out of bed dejectedly, walked to the door and glanced back at Yan Zhen, feeling both annoyed and powerless.

His wife's heart was drifting further and further away from him, but he didn't know how to win her back or hold onto her.

Yan Zhen indeed didn't sleep well that night.

After tossing and turning in bed for more than three hours without being able to fall asleep, Yan Zhen became increasingly anxious. He got up, opened a bottle of red wine, and poured himself a drink.

After drinking an entire bottle of red wine until his head was spinning, Yan Zhen returned to his room, collapsed onto the bed, and lost consciousness.

The next day, Yan Zhen didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky. His head felt like it was filled with lead, making him feel dizzy and lightheaded.

She raised her hand and looked at the sleep monitoring watch on her wrist. She had slept for seven hours, but her deep sleep time was less than ten minutes. The rest of the time she was in a light sleep state and she talked a lot in her sleep.

damn it!

Yan Zhen got up to wash up. When she got to the bathroom, she saw herself in the mirror looking listless, pale, and with bloodshot eyes, as if she had been smoking opium.

When they went downstairs for breakfast, Yan's mother was startled by Yan Zhen's appearance and quickly asked, "Zhenzhen, are you feeling unwell again?"

Yan Zhen rubbed his throbbing temples: "Hmm, I have a bit of a headache."

"Let the doctor come and take a look."

As she spoke, Yan's mother reached for her phone to call the family doctor.

Yan Zhen stopped him, saying, "No need, I need to go to my father's company later."

Today is Monday, and the company has a routine meeting. She told Yan's father last night that she would go and sit in on it.

"But how can you go out like this?"

Yan Zhen smiled and reassured her, "It's alright."

After speaking, Yan Zhen glanced at the breakfast that the nanny had brought over.

These were her usual favorite foods, but looking at them now made her stomach churn slightly, and she had little appetite.

"Mom, ask the housekeeper to make me a light soup so I can drink it when I get home from work."

After Yan Zhen finished speaking, he got up, grabbed his coat from the back of the chair, picked up his bag, and went out.

Yan Zhen had his driver take him to the Yan Group and then listened attentively to the senior management's weekly meeting.

After the weekly meeting, Yan Zhen went to the president's office with her father to help process some less important documents that had accumulated during her father's hospitalization.

Yan Zhen spent the whole day at the company, and apart from having a cup of coffee in the afternoon, he didn't eat anything else.

By evening, she felt an empty, burning sensation in her stomach, but still had no appetite.

At this moment, Yan Zhen couldn't help but miss the bland, even unpalatable, nutrient solutions in the world of ultra-high technology, where just a small packet could sustain his calorie needs for 24 hours.

Instead of what we are doing now, where we have no appetite at all, but we still have to eat in order to maintain our bodily functions.

Yan Zhen called the driver and prepared to go home for soup.

As soon as the car drove out of the Yan Group parking lot, Yan Zhen's phone rang. It was a call from Yan Jing.

Yan Zhen swiped to answer the phone, and Yan Jing's voice trembled with panic on the other end: "Auntie, what should I do? I've gotten into trouble..."

Yan Zhen frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Xiao Yun is injured, and he's bleeding a lot..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen immediately told the driver, "Go to Xinyue Media."

The car bypassed the evening rush hour congestion and arrived at Xinyue Media in twenty minutes.

As Yan Zhen strode into Xinyue Media, hysterical screams erupted from the practice room. A dozen staff members and company artists crowded around the door, craning their necks to peer inside.

Upon hearing the sound of Yan Zhen's high heels, the artists and staff all turned around.

Seeing that the newcomer was dressed in a women's suit and exuded a decisive and efficient aura, they all consciously made way for her.

Yan Zhen entered the practice room, which was in a mess—a woman in her twenties was sitting on the floor, screaming and yelling in despair. Her arm was injured, and blood was dripping down the back of her hand, staining the floor with blood.

Not far away, Xiao Yun clutched his injured abdomen, his white shirt stained with blood.

He held a fruit knife in one hand and shielded the pale-faced Yan Jing behind him with the other, his eyes warily fixed on the crazed woman on the ground.