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

Chapter 240 Killing the Cuckoo (55)

After leaving the Gao family, Yan Zhen felt refreshed and invigorated.

To the original owner, the Gao family was like a lump of mud stuck to the sole of her shoe; as long as she still used this body, she could not completely get rid of this family.

Since she couldn't completely get rid of them, she simply used her economic advantage to suppress them and make herself the dominant one in this disharmonious parent-child relationship.

Only by having the right to speak and the right to make decisions can one break free from being exploited and held hostage by family ties.

Qi Zhaoyi and others waited outside the residential area. When Yan Zhen walked out, he was leaning against the car with his arms crossed, staring blankly at his shoes.

Hearing Yan Zhen's footsteps, he looked up, smiled when he saw her, and asked, "Is it resolved?"

"Ah."

"Shall we go eat?"

"it is good."

The two went to a Western restaurant that Qi Zhaoyi had booked.

Perhaps because it was a weekday, the restaurant wasn't crowded. The candlelight, roses, and melodious violin music created a wonderful dining atmosphere.

The two chatted while eating. Qi Zhaoyi talked about a tabby cat he encountered on set, vividly describing how it clung to his trouser leg begging for food. At the end, he even took out his phone to show Yan Zhen a video he had taken of the tabby cat.

The video shows a narrow alleyway paved with stone slabs. It's raining, and the film crew is taking shelter from the rain. The filming equipment is covered with tarpaulins. Qi Zhaoyi is sitting under a large umbrella, with raindrops dripping on the umbrella surface.

The plump cat lay at Qi Zhaoyi's feet, its head resting on his slanted back, squinting and purring sleepily.

“It’s very friendly. We filmed here for eleven days, and it would come over and rub against the staff’s legs every day. If someone touched it, it would lie on the ground and expose its belly. It even took us to the convenience store at the alley entrance to buy sausages.”

Qi Zhaoyi said, "Because it was so well-behaved, the staff were worried that it would be targeted by cat abusers. After the filming was over, they wanted to take it away and adopt it. However, an elderly person in the neighborhood told us that the cat was being kept free by the owner of a convenience store. The owner would often lead people to his store and trick them into buying him sausages."

Yan Zhen couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Has this little thing become a spirit?"

Qi Zhaoyi laughed as well. Seeing Yan Zhen intently watching the video on his phone, he softened his voice and said, "Do you know what I was thinking when I filmed this video?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I thought, this is something so interesting, I have to share it with you."

Yan Zhen raised his head and met Qi Zhaoyi's gaze.

His expression was calm, his gaze unwavering, and his eyes held a clear and open gentleness.

Yan Zhen paused slightly, then returned a clear and honest smile: "Thank you."

After dinner, Qi Zhaoyi escorted Yan Zhen home.

Yan Zhen bought a house in a mid-range residential area and moved in a month ago. After leaving the Fang and Gao families, she finally had a home of her own, a home in the true sense of the word.

The car stopped downstairs in the residential area, but Yan Zhen didn't get out immediately.

She had a feeling that Qi Zhaoyi had something to say to her, so she asked, "Are we going back to the filming location tomorrow?"

"Yes, the filming schedule is quite demanding, so I can't stay here for long."

"Work is important," Yan Zhen said. "It will get colder at the filming location in a few days, so remember to bring a few extra jackets."

Qi Zhaoyi's heart skipped a beat: "How did you know the filming location was going to get colder?"

"I saw it on the weather forecast."

"You checked the weather forecast for the location where I was filming?"

The phone only pushes local weather forecasts based on location. The place he filmed is more than 600 kilometers away from Ningcheng.

"Correct."

Qi Zhaoyi opened his mouth, the question "why" was on the tip of his tongue, but his actions were faster than his words. He reached over the center console and gently grasped Yan Zhen's wrist.

"I think I've fallen for you," Qi Zhaoyi said, trying his best to remain calm, but his trembling eyelashes betrayed his nervousness. "Can I pursue you?"

Yan Zhen was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "No need."

Qi Zhaoyi was taken aback.

"No need to chase me, I like you too."

After a brief moment of surprise, Qi Zhaoyi was overjoyed, his eyes almost overflowing with delight. He let out a long sigh of relief, wanting to say something but afraid of saying the wrong thing and ruining the beautiful atmosphere.

Just as he was at a loss, Yan Zhen did something that caught him off guard—she leaned over the center console and gently kissed the corner of his mouth.

Qi Zhaoyi's mind went completely blank.

Seeing Yan Zhen pull away after giving him a kiss, he instinctively reached out and cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

After a hot and passionate kiss, Qi Zhaoyi blushed to the roots of her neck. When she released Yan Zhen, her eyes flickered, and she dared not look at her. She lowered her head and groped for the storage compartment in the car.

Yan Zhen noticed his awkward reaction and asked with a smile, "You've never been in a relationship?"

Qi Zhaoyi rummaged through the storage compartment, asking instead of answering, "Would you find it objectionable?"

"What are you complaining about?"

"Lack of experience or something..." Qi Zhaoyi's words were full of uncertainty.

He was a year older than Yan Zhen. Words like "virgin," "first love," and "pure" are good qualities for an eighteen-year-old boy, but for a twenty-eight-year-old man, they are somewhat associated with being "straight," "clueless," and "unromantic."

"I don't mind," Yan Zhen said. "I've been married before, would you mind?"

Qi Zhaoyi shook her head: "It's not like I didn't know."

As they were talking, Qi Zhaoyi finally pulled out a gift box tied with a ribbon from the storage compartment and handed it to Yan Zhen: "This is for you."

Yan Zhen was somewhat surprised. After taking it, she felt that the contents were quite heavy. She asked, "Can I open it now?"

"can."

She pulled out the ribbon, opened the gift box, and after seeing what was inside, she paused for a moment, her expression subtle, and said tactfully, "This... isn't it too expensive?"

Inside the velvet black gift box lay a plain gold bracelet, made without any patterns, and conservatively weighing over 500 grams.

Based on the current market price of gold, this little thing is worth nearly 30 yuan.

Yan Zhen isn't unable to afford jewelry worth 300,000 yuan, it's just that this thing is... too thick.

The only person she had ever seen wear such a thick bracelet was Nezha from the Investiture of the Gods.

Who would wear such a thick gold bracelet out in public?!

Qi Zhaoyi was amused by her speechless yet amused expression: "Do you think it doesn't look good? I think it doesn't look good either."

Yan Zhen glared at him: "Then why are you still buying it?"

Three hundred thousand!

"I spent two hours browsing through the jewelry counter, and my eyes were blurry. I really don't understand what kind of jewelry you girls like or what kind of jewelry suits you."

Qi Zhaoyi said, "So I chose 'practicality' over 'beauty'. Beauty may not suit your aesthetic, but if you don't like something practical, you can melt it down and reshape it into a style you like. If you find it troublesome to melt it down and create new jewelry, you can keep it and wait for it to appreciate in value. If you don't want to keep it and wait for it to appreciate in value, you can sell it for some money."