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

Chapter 294 Thorny Rose (51)

Yan Zhen's lips curled into a smile: "Okay, but you have to tell me where the body is hidden first, so I can hide the pistol there."

Wang Jianchun's expression hardened, his eyes filled with wariness: "No, what if you kill me now that I've told you my location?"

Yan Zhen handed her the phone: "Before you say it, you can send Aunt He a voice message and make an agreement with her that if you are not home by noon tomorrow, she should call the police to arrest me."

Wang Jianchun was skeptical: "You didn't tamper with the phone, did you? What if I can't send the voice message, or what if this person isn't Lao He at all..."

Yan Zhen looked at Wang Jianchun's desperate attempt to survive and smiled sarcastically: "Whether it's true or not, why don't you send her a message now and see?"

Wang Jianchun hesitated for a moment, then asked Yan Zhen to operate the phone. He tentatively sent a voice message to his neighbor: "Old He, are you home?"

Aunt He replied with a voice message almost instantly: "Yes, what's up?"

The voice was indeed that of the neighbor next door, but Wang Jianchun was still not at ease and continued to probe: "I've been away from home these past few days. If it's convenient for you, could you water the potted plants on my balcony for me? And take a picture of them? I want to see how the aloe vera is doing."

Aunt He quickly replied, "Okay."

A few minutes later, Aunt He sent over a photo.

The photo shows the plants he keeps on his balcony, but it was taken from his neighbor's balcony.

Wang Jianchun repeatedly confirmed the details and found out that the person on the other end of the WeChat message was his neighbor, which put his mind at ease.

Aunt He sent him a message asking when he was going back.

Wang Jianchun replied: "Something has happened to me. I plan to go back tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I can get home safely. If I haven't shown up by noon tomorrow, please call the police for me and ask them to look for Lin Xun."

After sending the message, Yan Zhen put away his phone: "Okay, now you can tell me where the body is hidden."

Wang Jianchun weighed the matter in his mind for a long time before finally saying, "At home."

Yan Zhen paused in surprise.

Before she could speak, Wang Jianchun immediately added, "However, only I know the exact location. I advise you not to go looking for it yourself, so as not to disturb the neighbors."

Yan Zhen lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "Okay."

Yan Zhen came out of the basement with an empty bowl of porridge, where Song Yi was waiting.

She handed the bowl to the housekeeper and said to Song Yi, "I've reached an agreement with Wang Jianchun. He said he'll take us to the place where the body is hidden tomorrow."

Song Yi frowned: "What did you promise him?"

Wang Jianchun was a tough nut to crack. He had been tortured for so many days and almost starved to death, but he still refused to give in. Lin Xun must have promised him what he wanted in exchange for him to compromise.

“I agree to spare his life,” Yan Zhen said. “After my mother’s body is found, we will hand Wang Jianchun over to the police and let the law punish him. As for whether the law will sentence him to death or life imprisonment, that will depend on his own fate.”

Song Yi's eyes dimmed slightly: "That's too easy on him."

Yan Zhen pinched the bridge of his nose, feigning exhaustion: "There's no way to stop this stalemate. If he dies, I'll never find my mother again."

Seeing her expression, Song Yi pulled her into his arms with heartache: "It's okay. Once we find your mother, I have plenty of ways to kill her and avenge you and your aunt."

Yan Zhen leaned against his chest, her eyes slightly cold: "Mm."

The trip to the morgue was scheduled for tomorrow morning. After leaving the basement, Yan Zhen suggested that he wanted to go back to school.

"I want to be alone." Yan Zhen's eyes and brows were full of irritation.

Song Yi could understand her feelings. Her enemy was right in front of her, and she not only couldn't kill Wang Jianchun with her own hands, but she also had to compromise and spare his life in order to find her mother's remains.

Moreover, Wang Jianchun relented and admitted to killing Lin Chan, which completely disappointed Lin Xun, who had still held onto a sliver of hope that her mother might still be alive.

The anxiety she is showing at this moment is a normal reaction.

Song Yi wanted to help her relieve her burden, but didn't know where to start.

"Okay, I'll take you back."

Back at school, Song Yi watched Yan Zhen enter the women's dormitory building, and the lights in room 307 were soon turned on.

He stood downstairs for a long time before returning to Dexianlou.

Yan Zhen watched Song Yi leave through the window. She quickly changed her clothes, left her phone on the bed, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and quietly went downstairs, exiting the school through the back door.

She took a taxi to Wang Jianchun's house.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Yan Zhen unlocked the door and entered. He took out the pistol that he had converted from a nail gun from his schoolbag and considered where it would be most convenient to put it.

After some thought, she moved a lush potted plant from the balcony and placed it in the center of the dining table, hiding the gun inside the plant and covering it completely with the leaves.

Tomorrow she will return here with Song Yi and Wang Jianchun. With Song Yi present, she will not be able to communicate with Wang Jianchun alone throughout the process.

The gun's location had to be known by Wang Jianchun but not by Song Yi, so the only option was to hide it in a potted plant—Wang Jianchun owned the house, and he knew better than anyone how things had been moved or replaced inside.

The potted plants that should have been on the balcony were now on the kitchen dining table, and he knew exactly what that meant at a glance.

After doing all this, Yan Zhen quietly went downstairs and returned to school the way he came.

The next day, Yan Zhen sent a message to her counselor to ask for leave after getting up.

I had just replied to the counselor's message that I had been granted leave when there was a knock on the door.

Yan Zhen, wrapped in the blanket, sat on the bed without moving: "Come in."

Song Yi pushed open the door, carrying a thermos in his hand: "Have some breakfast before you go."

"Ah."

Yan Zhen got out of bed to wash up, and Song Yi sat at her desk, casually picking up a notebook and flipping through it.

After Yan Zhen finished washing his face and came out of the bathroom, Song Yi asked, "Do you want to apply to Ningzhou University?"

Yan Zhen was confused: "Huh?"

Song Yi turned the notebook over to show her. The words "Ningzhou University" on it looked like they were written casually, but the force was so strong that they seemed to penetrate the paper.

“Right?” Yan Zhen said casually. It was written by the original owner of the body, Lin Xun.

“Ningzhou University is in the Northwest,” Song Yi said.

That city is more than 2,000 kilometers away from here.

Yan Zhen took a coat out of the closet and put it on. He then turned and leaned against the closet door, looking at Song Yi: "What do you want to say?"

Song Yi hesitated and said, "I'm a year below you. If you go to Ningzhou for university, we'll be separated for at least a year."

"so what?"

Song Yi pondered for a moment and said, "I'll transfer to Ningzhou University Affiliated High School for my senior year. I'll have someone go there in advance to prepare a house. Would you like to live in a single-story house or a detached villa?"

Yan Zhen: "...It's too early to say these things now."

“It’s not too early, you’ll be a senior in high school next semester,” Song Yi said. “Adding my four years of university, we’ll be staying there for five years. Let’s buy a house sooner and decorate it the way we like so we can live comfortably… Hmm, maybe it’ll be more than five years. If you want to pursue a master’s or doctoral degree after you graduate from university, then the comfort of the house will be even more important.”