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

Chapter 246 Thorny Rose (3)

After Yan Zhen put it this way, everyone could tell that she was unwilling to testify for Xu Zhiyun because she had been tricked by him.

The counselor, who was already biased towards Jiang Xicun, immediately tried to smooth things over upon hearing this, implying in every word that Xu Zhiyun was making trouble out of nothing and should be sensible enough to let things go, otherwise things would get out of hand.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable to him, Xu Zhiyun could only wipe away his tears and accept it.

The matter is settled.

After the counselor left, the students who had been watching the commotion dispersed.

As soon as the door to dormitory 307 closed, Jiang Xicun immediately revealed his true colors. He kicked open the door to Yan Zhen and Xu Zhiyun's room with a menacing air, walked straight to Yan Zhen who was sitting at her desk, and raised his hand to slap her.

As Yan Zhen was about to deliver the slap, she reached out and grabbed Jiang Xicun's arm. The force of the impact made her arm go numb.

This person's physical condition is worse than imagined. Yan Zhen coughed twice at the right time and said calmly, "I had an asthma attack this morning and I'm feeling really tight in my chest. If you slap me and I stop breathing, some people will become witnesses to your murder."

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Xu Zhiyun on the other desk.

Jiang Xicun, still somewhat hesitant, abruptly pulled his hand back and said sternly, "Why did you help her?"

"It's my fault." Yan Zhen sighed. "If I had known she would be so despicable as to betray me, I wouldn't have reminded her."

After saying that, seeing that Jiang Xicun was about to get angry, Yan Zhen slowly added, "But I did see you pour something on her clothes and even filmed it. Do you want to see it?"

Jiang Xicun's expression changed drastically: "Take it out!"

Just as Yan Zhen was about to take his phone out of the drawer, he saw Jiang Xicun's expression and immediately put the phone back, blocking the drawer with his body: "What if you hit me after watching the video, since you're so fierce?"

Jiang Xicun sneered: "What, you think I'll let you off the hook just because I don't watch the video?"

Yan Zhen shrugged: "If you dare to hit me, I dare to post the video on the school forum and Weibo. Using such dirty methods to deal with classmates, I don't know if this will affect your company if things get out of hand."

"You..." Jiang Xicun roared, "Lin Xun, are you tired of living?! Do you know the consequences of provoking me?"

"I know," Yan Zhen said. "But I'm also aware of the consequences of showing weakness. I'll keep the video as a safeguard. As long as we keep to ourselves, I will never send it out. I'll delete the video as soon as I graduate, okay?"

"You think you have the right to negotiate with me?" Jiang Xicun said coldly. "Delete the video right now, or you'll regret attending this school."

Yan Zhen did not move.

Jiang Xicun, however, did not have such patience. She yanked Yan Zhen away, opened the drawer, took out her phone, and roughly grabbed the hair at the back of Yan Zhen's head, forcing her to look up and unlock the phone screen using facial recognition. Then she started browsing through the phone's photo album.

Yan Zhen's frail body was forced to cooperate throughout the entire process, leaving him no strength to resist.

After searching through his phone and finding no video, Jiang Xicun turned to Yan Zhen and asked, "Where's the video?"

"Send it to my friend for a backup, then delete it." Yan Zhen said with a forced smile. "You don't actually think I'd be stupid enough to leave it on my phone waiting for you to delete it, do you?"

This was the first time Jiang Xicun had been provoked like this since enrolling in school, and she immediately threw her phone heavily on the ground in anger.

"Lin Xun, you just wait!"

After saying this, Jiang Xicun turned and walked away.

Only Yan Zhen and Xu Zhiyun, who was huddled to the side looking uneasy, remained in the room.

Seeing Yan Zhen bend down to pick up his shattered phone, Xu Zhiyun hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Lin Xun, yes..."

"Get out," Yan Zhen said coldly, not even giving her a second glance.

Xu Zhiyun's unfinished apology stuck in his throat.

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Xu Zhiyun's plan to drag Yan Zhen down was not a failure; at least it was half successful—Jiang Xicun added Yan Zhen to his list of targets in addition to Xu Zhiyun's.

Toothbrushes were used to clean toilets, and face towels were thrown on the floor as doormats.

The school uniform skirt that was hanging to dry on the balcony was cut into shreds.

I was locked in the bathroom while taking a shower at night, and I was only able to get out after breaking the lock.

When Yan Zhen returned to his dormitory after class, his desk and wardrobe were in a mess, and there was a suspicious white viscous liquid on his bed sheets. One morning, Yan Zhen even found a utility knife blade with the tip pointing upwards in his shoe.

Jiang Xicun's targeting intensified. Yan Zhen, who had initially planned to "endure it" because he was outnumbered and outmatched, could no longer tolerate it and plotted a counterattack to subdue Jiang Xicun in one fell swoop.

But before she could put it into practice, something went wrong.

That evening, Yan Zhen came out of the library after studying and heard hurried footsteps behind him as he went downstairs.

She subconsciously turned around and met the eyes of a man in a school uniform wearing a mask, but the mask revealed the eyes of a man in his twenties.

A sense of crisis struck, but Yan Zhen's weak body reacted too slowly. Before he could dodge, he was knocked down by the man and rolled down more than ten steps, losing consciousness.

Yan Zhen regained consciousness, and before she even opened her eyes, she felt a pair of rough hands rubbing back and forth on her thighs. The rough touch gave her a feeling of horror and disgust, as if she had been licked by a snake's tongue.

The most genuine rejection and resistance from the original owner's body gave her goosebumps.

Yan Zhen quickly opened her eyes. What came into view was a hospital double bed room with a faint smell of disinfectant, and then a middle-aged man sitting by the bed, seemingly guarding her IV drip, but actually touching her thigh under the blanket.

The man was around forty-five years old, wearing a somewhat worn striped polo shirt. His eyes were lined with wrinkles, and his hair was streaked with silver. His calm, kind, and gentle expression contrasted sharply with the wicked hand he was currently making under the covers.

This should be Wang Jianchun, the original owner's stepfather.

Wang Jianchun noticed Yan Zhen's gaze, looked up to meet her icy stare, smiled slightly, and said gently, "Xiao Xun is awake. Are you feeling better? Is your head still dizzy?"

Yan Zhen felt dizzy, had a tightness in her chest, and didn't even have the strength to sit up.

Otherwise, Wang Jianchun's evil hand would have been broken by now.

She stared at Wang Jianchun with a warning look.

Seeing this, Wang Jianchun not only did not restrain himself, but his hand, which had been rubbing her thigh, was eager to reach for her inner thigh.

He feigned innocence, saying, "Your classmates said you fell down the library stairs and they brought you to the hospital. You careless child... Luckily, it was just a scrape and nothing serious happened. Otherwise, what would your father do?"

This was said to the patient in the next bed—

Yan Zhen narrowed her eyes, reached under the blanket with her right hand to her left hand that was receiving an IV drip, pulled out the IV needle, and then grasped Wang Jianchun's wrist.

Wang Jianchun completely disregarded her resistance and was about to leave her alone as usual to continue his "game" when suddenly his palm went numb and a sharp pain shot through him.

He groaned and pulled his hand out from under the blanket, only to find that the IV needle had pierced through his palm, and blood gushed out immediately.

He looked at Yan Zhen with disbelief.

Yan Zhen met his gaze, gave a cold smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Father."