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

Chapter 282 Thorny Rose (39)

The next day, Song Yi woke up.

When he appeared before Yan Zhen with a limp, his forehead was covered in gauze and his face was bruised and swollen, a sight that defies description.

Yan Zhen was doing physics problems in the study. She glanced at him once and then looked away expressionlessly.

Song Yi moved closer to her and asked cautiously, "Are you still angry?"

Yan Zhen ignored him.

"If you're still not over it, then... then beat me up again until you're over it." Song Yi said, trembling as he pulled a thick book from the bookshelf and handed it to Yan Zhen, then offered his head to her as if as a sacrifice.

His face was filled with a tragic expression that said, "I don't care if you beat me to death, as long as you can calm down."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She pushed the book away, the sarcastic words that were on the tip of her tongue circled around, but she swallowed them back down.

Yesterday she beat Song Yi up, but it did nothing but vent her anger.

After being brutally beaten, Song Yi had the illusion that "as long as she is still willing to hit me, then she cares about me."

Ultimately, when in a position of absolute weakness, it is not a wise choice to continue venting one's emotions based on the other party's guilt. It would be better to take advantage of Song Yi's guilty conscience and negotiate some terms that are favorable to oneself.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen softened his expression and pointed to the chair next to him, saying, "Sit down, let's have a good talk."

Song Yi sat down nervously: "What do you want to talk about?"

Yan Zhen's mind raced, and she shifted the question to Song Yi: "I should be asking you that. While you were unconscious, I wanted to go back to school, but the bodyguards wouldn't let me leave—Song Yi, what are you trying to do?"

"I want to be with you," Song Yi said, then added, "like, in a romantic relationship. You said before that you only liked guys, and now I'm a guy. What reason do you have to refuse me?"

Yan Zhen scoffed: "You're only sixteen. Instead of focusing on your studies, what are you doing talking about love?"

"Dating and studying don't conflict," Song Yi said nonchalantly. "As long as you agree, I won't stop you from going wherever you want in the future."

"If I don't agree, does that mean I have to stay at your house indefinitely?"

Song Yi paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Yan Zhen resisted the urge to slap him: "Are you playing the domineering CEO with forced love?"

Song Yi's eyes lit up: "You read this type of romance novel too?"

Yan Zhen: "..."

Seeing her speechless expression, Song Yi composed himself and said seriously, "I know it's hard for you to accept my change of status in a short time. Since we can't talk about feelings, let's talk about interests."

"Benefit?"

Song Yi said, "You want to go back to school, your purpose is nothing more than to study hard, get into a good university, and find a good job to support yourself in the future. As long as you are with me, I can support you and give you a high-quality material life. I have cars, houses, cash, funds, stocks, movable and immovable property. You can avoid taking seventy years of detours."

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes, his face thoughtful.

Seeing that she seemed interested, Song Yi moved closer to her and coaxed her gently: "You said before that you want to rely on yourself in everything, and that only yourself is the most reliable person. I can understand your concerns, but don't worry, I won't take back what I give you. I can give you 300 million in cash first. You can exchange it for antiques or gold bars of equal value and hide them away to spend slowly. We can get our marriage certificate when we are both of legal marriage age. At that time, you can share all my property."

"Really?" Yan Zhen asked.

"It's absolutely true!" Song Yi's heart skipped a beat; she was smitten!

"Okay, transfer me five million first. I'm going out to spend some money later and experience what it's like to be a rich person who spends money like water."

Song Yi nodded quickly: "Okay."

"And chauffeur me a flashy sports car, the highest class of car, the kind that gets 100% attention on the road."

Song Yi's smile widened: "No problem!"

"After shopping, I'm going to book a fancy Western restaurant for foie gras, steak, and caviar. You don't need to wait for me to come home for dinner," Yan Zhen said. "Oh, by the way, I won't be back so soon after dinner. I'm going to see a friend."

Song Yi paused for a moment: "Which friend?"

"Qi Su".

Song Yi suddenly stood up: "No way!"

Yan Zhen didn't speak, but just looked at him with a half-smile.

Song Yi then realized that her long list of demands was a prelude to her final statement—what's the use of giving him so much money when she has no freedom at all while with him?

“I am very poor, and I may never earn enough money to achieve financial freedom in my lifetime, but compared to being controlled by others and at their beck and call, poverty is not so unbearable.”

Song Yi's expression darkened slightly: "But you have no choice. You're already here. You either accept my conditions willingly or passively. You have no right to refuse."

Yan Zhen was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped Song Yi across the face.

Song Yi was stunned by the sudden slap, covering his face and staring blankly at her: "You..."

"Does it hurt?" Yan Zhen asked tenderly as she finished hitting him.

Song Yi: "...It hurts."

Do you want to be in pain like this every day from now on?

Song Yi: "..."

“If you lock me up for a day, I’ll beat you once. The day I beat you until you can’t take it anymore and you retaliate will be the day we settle this. Either you die, or I die, or we both die.” Yan Zhen’s tone was gentle. “Is this the result you wanted?”

Song Yi: "..."

His resistant expression gave Yan Zhen the answer. Yan Zhen gently rubbed his head: "It's right not to think about it. So, don't be so sure of yourself. Since we can't reach an agreement, let's each take a step back."

Song Yi asked, puzzled, "Why don't we each take a step back?"

"If you let me go back to school, we can still be friends. As for the rest, let nature take its course and we'll talk about it in a few years."

Song Yi was not satisfied with this solution: "What kind of friends are we? What does 'a few years' even mean?"

"We're just ordinary friends. In a few years..." Yan Zhen glanced at him up and down, then said meaningfully, "How many years do you think that is?"

When Song Yi was swept over by her gaze, he was somewhat bewildered, but he could clearly feel the disdain and disgust from her. He immediately retorted angrily, "What do you mean?"

Yan Zhen said slowly and deliberately, "Don't doubt it, it means exactly what you think, they think you're too young."

Song Yi: "...Where am I small?"

“Age, height, brain… you’re small in every way,” Yan Zhen said. “I need time to study and take the college entrance exam, and you also need time to grow up and develop.”

Song Yi involuntarily closed his legs, and after a long while reluctantly said, "Okay, I promise you!"

Song Yi relented, and the two argued about the details for a long time. In the end, Song Yi agreed to let Yan Zhen go back to dormitory 307, but Yan Zhen had to have lunch with him at Dexian Building every day.

Yan Zhen agreed and immediately began packing her things to move back to school.

She had just finished packing her things when her phone rang. It was Qi Su calling.