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

Chapter 286 Thorny Rose (43)

Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "I'm not very good at math, so thirty percent, how much is that?"

Lu Yuanzhou thought she was interested, and suppressing his excitement and joy, he said, "Six hundred billion!"

“That’s not worth it.” Yan Zhen shook his head. “Song Yi said that as long as I marry him, he can give me half of his assets. Half of two hundred billion is one hundred billion.”

Lu Yuanzhou was taken aback, then said, "Whether you can get your hands on this 100 billion is one thing, but even if you do, you might not live to spend it."

"Does cooperating with you guarantee I'll live to spend this money?" Yan Zhen looked at him with a half-smile. "What makes you think I can kill Song Yi?"

“Song Yi trusts you, so you have the best chance to take action against him. If you are willing, I can arrange everything so that he dies silently and without leaving any trace, and the butler will not suspect you.”

Yan Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Then how can I be sure you won't kill me afterward? It's 60 billion. If you kill me to keep all that money for yourself, I, a lonely and helpless minor, will have no power to resist."

Lu Yuanzhou sensed the hidden meaning in her words: "You mean..."

“I want to find someone to help me,” Yan Zhen said. “I’ll tell this person our whole plan. If I ever disappear, that person will call the police and expose everything you’ve done. How about that?”

Lu Yuanzhou hesitated for a moment, then agreed: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhen smiled slightly, took out his phone from his pocket (which was on a call), and turned on the speakerphone: "You heard everything?"

Song Yi's voice came from the phone: "I heard you."

Lu Yuanzhou's pupils contracted sharply, and almost instinctively, he turned and ran.

Yan Zhen watched his hasty retreating figure and sighed softly.

Five minutes later, in the living room.

Yan Zhen looked at Lu Yuanzhou, whose hands were tied behind his back and who was being forced to kneel on the ground by bodyguards. He had just escaped to the manor parking lot and had just started his car when he was hit by an SUV driven by Song Yi's bodyguard. The car and Lu Yuanzhou overturned, and Lu Yuanzhou's forehead was cut open and his face was covered in blood.

Having been captured by Song Yi, he knew he was doomed. His gaze, fixed on Yan Zhen, was filled with resentment and unwillingness: "I have no grudge against you. Even if you disagreed with my plan, you could have just refused. Why did you have to tell him..."

"No enmity?" Yan Zhen asked in surprise. "Is your memory that bad? You just used me yesterday and almost killed my friend, and today you're saying there's no enmity?"

"...Qi Su is alright, isn't he?"

"He's alright because of me, not because you didn't plan carefully enough."

"..." Lu Yuanzhou was trembling with fear. Unable to persuade Yan Zhen, he could only turn to Song Yi and beg, "Yi, I know I was wrong. I was blinded by greed. Please forgive me this time, considering how I have helped you manage the company all these years. If you spare my life, I will leave the country immediately and never come back!"

Song Yi's eyes were cold: "Too late—drag him out and bury him."

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and dragged Lu Yuanzhou away, one on each side.

Yan Zhen frowned slightly and asked Song Yi, "Are there really only two corpses buried under the flowerbed?"

Judging from Song Yi's nonchalant and ruthless manner in killing, this huge manor probably holds countless people who could be "dragged out and buried."

Song Yi paused for a moment after her question, realizing that his actions might frighten her and make her feel uneasy living in the manor in the future. He raised his hand to stop the bodyguard: "Forget it, don't bury him here. Break his arms and legs and throw him into a war zone to fend for himself."

As Lu Yuanzhou's wailing and howling gradually faded away, Yan Zhen got up and, while instructing Song Yi, walked upstairs: "Prepare the car, I need to go back to school."

She went upstairs to pack her things, and Song Yi immediately followed.

In the study, Yan Zhen had just folded her textbooks and put them into her schoolbag when Song Yi hugged her from behind.

"Are you scared?"

Yan Zhen paused slightly, but did not answer.

Song Yi quickly explained, "The flowerbed... no, there really are only two corpses in the entire manor. If you mind, I'll have them removed immediately."

"No need," Yan Zhen said, calmly pushing Song Yi's hand away, picking up his schoolbag and walking out of the study.

Upon entering the second bedroom, Yan Zhen opened his suitcase and put all the clothes that had already been folded on the bed inside.

While she was doing these things, Song Yi leaned against the door and watched quietly.

After a long pause, he said, "If I don't kill them, I'll be the one who dies."

Yan Zhen zipped up her suitcase and looked back at him.

"Dad told everyone that Mom committed suicide due to depression, but that's not true. She was murdered. Mom developed depression after giving birth to me. That woman was the doctor we hired. She secretly switched Mom's medication, and Mom's condition worsened day by day. She was like a madwoman, constantly having hallucinations."

While her father was away on a business trip, she ran away to the secluded mountain cabin where she and her father had first fallen in love, and hanged herself there. Her body wasn't discovered until a week later when her father returned from his business trip.

At this point, Song Yi paused slightly, "I've been by her side this whole week."

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

“I was only three years old then and didn’t know what death was. I only remember that no matter how much I cried or shouted, my mother wouldn’t move. I was afraid she was hungry or thirsty, so I picked wild fruits in the mountains and piled them at her feet, but she wouldn’t eat or drink.”

Song Yi frowned slightly, trying hard to recall the scene at the time, "Later, bugs started appearing on her body... When Dad came looking for her, he didn't dare to get close to her."

Yan Zhen's throat tightened: "Didn't your father ever suspect that woman?"

Song Yi suddenly smiled, seemingly lost in thought: "He tacitly approved of all of this. Otherwise, that woman wouldn't have had the audacity. Dad has wanted to divorce Mom for a long time, but a divorce would require dividing half of the property, which is the best way he could think of to protect the assets."

Once he started saying certain things, Song Yi became unrestrained.

"Later, my father married that woman. That woman was very good to me, and I liked her very much—that's what everyone thought. Only I knew that if I didn't cooperate with her acting, I wouldn't live much longer."

“I dealt with that woman for four years. She died when I was seven. I didn’t plan to kill her so early. I wanted to wait until I came of age so that she would suffer all the pain my mother had endured and slowly torture her to death. But she was pregnant. I couldn’t allow the child to be born, so I bribed her driver. The driver’s wife had a terminal illness and needed a lot of money for treatment. I used a sum of money to buy the lives of the driver and that woman.”

"As for my father, he has been resentful ever since that woman died. He probably felt something was amiss, so he investigated the matter and found out about me. In order not to expose the secret, I had no choice but to strike first and kill him."

Song Yi spread her hands, made a grasping motion in the air, and a hint of smugness appeared in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. "The identity of a child, especially a little girl, is really useful. Even if I kill someone, no one will suspect me. People in my family have died one after another, and they will comfort me, the murderer, and tell me not to be sad."