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

Chapter 576 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (55)

She remembered the black card deduction notification she received on her phone last night, which was exactly 268 yuan.

So Xiao Yun used the black card she gave him to buy himself a cake as a birthday present?

Yan Zhen was both amused and exasperated.

At this moment, Xiao Yun came in. Seeing Yan Zhen staring at the cake, he pulled Yan Zhen away, put a bottle of water in her hand, and then took the cake out to throw it into the trash can.

Yan Zhen asked, "Aren't you going to eat the cake?"

"It's been sitting in the car overnight, so it's not fresh anymore."

"Then why bring it back?"

Xiao Yun was speechless for a moment.

Yan Zhen took the cake from his hand and turned to walk towards the living room.

Xiao Yun followed.

Yan Zhen placed the cake on the coffee table in the living room, opened the transparent packaging box, took out the candles and lit them, then pushed the cake in front of Xiao Yun: "Since we've already bought it, let's not waste it, make a wish."

The candlelight flickered in Xiao Yun's eyes, making his gaze appear even brighter.

He awkwardly and nervously clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and silently recited a few words to the cake for a few seconds, then opened his eyes and blew out the candles.

Yan Zhen took the candles down, removed the plastic cutlery, and began cutting the cake, asking casually, "What did you wish for?"

Xiao Yun, unusually coy, said, "If I don't tell you, your wish won't come true if you say it out loud."

"If you don't tell me, who will help you fulfill your wish?"

Xiao Yun: "..."

"I'll give you one more chance. Tell me, what did you wish for?"

Xiao Yun hesitated for a moment: "I want to spend my birthday with you next year."

Yan Zhen didn't reply, but cut a piece of cake and handed it to him.

Xiao Yun took it and asked Yan Zhen, "Will this wish come true?"

Yan Zhen still didn't respond.

Xiao Yun pressed further, "Will it happen? Will it come true?"

"Who knows? Maybe one of us will die tomorrow."

Xiao Yun: "..."

Having successfully made him feel emo, Yan Zhen laughed mischievously: "I was just kidding with you. I promise you, I will keep my word."

Xiao Yun then smiled.

After just one bite of the cake, his smile vanished immediately: "The cake base is sour."

That cake ended up in the trash.

Xiao Yun watched the nanny take the trash out, his eyes filled with regret.

"It's just a cake. If you want another one, you can just buy another one."

Xiao Yun said in a low voice, "It's different, this is the first one."

"What, the first one?"

"My first cake ever."

Yan Zhen: "..."

The next morning, after seeing Yan Zhen off to work, Xiao Yun, having nothing to do, was about to trim the flowers and plants in the yard when the doorbell rang just after eight o'clock.

Xiao Yun opened the door, and outside stood two young men in suits, each carrying a gift box, with a truck parked behind them.

"Hello Mr. Xiao, this is a belated birthday gift from Miss Yan. Please sign for it."

Xiao Yun's gaze fell on the gift box in the man's hand, guessing it contained a set of clothes.

He signed the delivery slip and was about to reach for the gift box when the young man suddenly turned and called to the truck behind him, "Bring the things in."

Xiao Yun: "..."

He watched as five or six deliverymen got off the truck one after another, carrying hundreds of gift boxes up to the second floor like ants. The young man wearing gloves opened the gift boxes and put the expensive luxury men's bags, the latest designer clothes, watches, jewelry and various styles of shoes into the dressing room.

After the delivery person left, Xiao Yun looked at the overflowing walk-in closet and felt completely bewildered.

He took out his phone and called Yan Zhen: "Why did you suddenly send me so many clothes?"

When he moved in, Yan Zhen had someone come to his home to take his measurements and make dozens of custom-made outfits for various occasions.

He spends most of his time on set, and he can't possibly wear all those clothes.

Now dozens more sets have arrived. Even if he changes into a different set every day, he still won't be able to wear them all this year.

Yan Zhen countered, "Don't you like it?"

Xiao Yun looked at the dozen or so watches lined up in the storage cabinet. He used to work as an extra his whole life and still couldn't afford one of them.

With real money right in front of him, how could he not like it?

"……like."

"If you like it, that's enough," Yan Zhen said. "Don't regret that spoiled cake anymore. Move forward, look ahead, and you'll have as many cakes as you want in the future."

In the office of Yan's Group, after Yan Zhen hung up the phone, Fang Xia, who was sitting across from her at the desk, looked her up and down in disbelief.

"Who are you talking to?" Fang Xia asked. "Your domineering CEO vibe is practically overflowing from your words."

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow: "I recently started supporting a little star. He's well-behaved and handsome, but he can be quite pretentious at times. However, money can overcome pretentiousness."

"...No, girl, are you serious?" Fang Xia's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but think of Yu Yanfei, whom she had met at the golf course last time.

That pot-bellied old man is nothing like a "little star," let alone "well-behaved and handsome."

Yan Zhen could tell what Fang Xia was imagining just by looking at her expression.

"What are you thinking about?" She grabbed the folder and smacked Fang Xia on the head. "Get the filth out of your head."

"It's really not that old man with a belly like he's about to give birth?"

"Of course not, I'm not blind."

Fang Xia finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Why did you call me over today?"

Speaking of this, Yan Zhen said seriously, "I need you to do me a favor."

Fang Xia adopted an expression of being all ears.

“That man from the golf course last time, I had someone find out his schedule. If nothing unexpected happens, he will appear on Shenbei Avenue around 7 pm tonight. Find an opportunity to crash into his car, create a car accident, and then call me so I can go and handle it.”

Fang Xia was stunned: "Why?"

"I need to meet with him."

Fang Xia: "..."

No, the dirty stuff has gone back into her head.

Fang Xia covered her head: "Can I ask why?"

"I'll tell you after this is resolved."

In the evening, Fang Xia drove onto Shenbei Avenue.

She gripped the steering wheel, muttering to herself, "Black BMW, license plate number Hangzhou A..."

As soon as the black BMW came into view, Fang Xia immediately sped up and followed.

The two cars kept a short distance apart. There was a traffic light ahead, and the black BMW stopped at the red light.

Fang Xia lightly pressed the accelerator and drove straight at it.

With a loud bang, her Porsche rear-ended the black BMW.

Soon, the BMW door opened, and the fat man he had seen at the golf course got out of the car, cursing.

But when the fat man saw that the car that rear-ended him was a Porsche worth millions, and that a woman was driving it, his expression immediately softened.

He walked up to the Porsche and knocked on the window.

Through the car window, Fang Xia glanced at the other party, remembering Yan Zhen's instructions—if the other party's attitude was bad, she would immediately call for backup; if the other party's attitude was good, she would be rude to provoke them into a bad attitude, and then call for backup.