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

Chapter 533 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (12)

Jing Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

He walked with difficulty, making the short distance from the corridor to the elevator extremely challenging.

Once inside the elevator car and the doors closed, Jingchen could no longer hold on. She slid down against the car wall and sat on the floor, her body curled up like a shrimp, her expression twisted and pained.

Yan Zhen frowned even more deeply. She bent down and squatted down to check on Jing Chen's condition.

He was red from head to toe, his chest was heaving violently, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and his lower body was showing obvious signs of a reaction.

This person has been drugged.

As a wealthy heiress, the original owner of this body, Jing Chen, was a relatively unknown public figure. If she were to leave the hotel with Jing Chen like this, and someone were to take pictures of them, whether the photos were posted online or given to Gao Shenghan, it would be a considerable trouble for Yan Zhen.

She couldn't take Jingchen away.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen decisively said to Vice President Chen, "Go and book a room."

Ten minutes later, Vice President Chen helped the nearly unconscious Jing into the presidential suite on the top floor and placed him on the sofa.

Yan Zhen followed her in and saw Jing Chen lying on the sofa, looking so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe. She instructed Vice President Chen, "Call the doctor and have him come over as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Not long after, the Yan family's doctor arrived at the hotel, and Vice President Chen went downstairs to meet him.

Only Yan Zhen and Jing Chen remained in the suite.

Yan Zhen went to the water bar to pour himself a glass of water, but as soon as he picked up the glass, he heard a strange noise behind him.

Before she could turn around, Jing Chen pressed against her from behind, hugging her waist and nuzzling her: "Help me..."

Yan Zhen calmly put down the cup, then delivered a backhand elbow strike, forcefully slamming it into Jing Chen's lower abdomen.

He cried out in pain, staggered backward, and fell to the ground.

Seeing that Jingchen's whole body was almost completely red, as if she had been steamed in a steamer, she stubbornly pressed herself against him, hugging his legs and rubbing against him impatiently.

Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then kicked him away, walked quickly to the refrigerator, took out two bottles of ice-cold mineral water, unscrewed them, and poured them on Jing Chen's head.

Jing Chen was startled by the sudden shock of the ice water, and he, who was already in a daze, hugged his arms and trembled.

When Vice President Chen brought the doctor in, Jing Chen was already much calmer.

After examining the patient, the doctor said, "If you've taken aphrodisiacs, just drink plenty of water to dilute the effects of the drugs in your body."

As he spoke, the doctor took out a syringe and gave Jingchen an injection.

Yan Zhen stood to the side with her arms crossed. Noticing that the doctor's clothes and hair were wet, she asked, "Is it raining outside?"

“Yes,” Vice President Chen said, “the rain is still quite heavy.”

Yan Zhen walked to the balcony, opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door and looked outside. Sure enough, the rain was pouring down and the air had become humid and sticky.

After giving Jingchen the injection, the doctor left.

Vice President Chen glanced at Yan Zhen, then at Jing Chen, and asked in a low voice, "Miss, how should we arrange things for this gentleman?"

You can't possibly let someone who's been drugged share a room with your young lady.

“Send him back, or get him a room.”

As soon as Yan Zhen finished speaking, Jing Chen, who had become much more sober, shakily got up and said, "No need, thank you, I can go back by myself."

Yan Zhen glanced at him, but did not stop him. He simply waved his hand, indicating that he should do as he pleased.

Jing Chen hesitated, then said nothing, and dragged his unsteady steps out of the room.

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, and Yan Zhen felt as if his head was filled with lead, making even breathing feel heavy.

Too lazy to bother, she simply said to the vice president, "It's raining heavily outside, it's not safe to drive. I'll stay here tonight, you can get a room and rest too, and go back to the company tomorrow."

The vice president nodded: "Okay."

After the vice president left, Yan Zhen made an internal call to ask the cleaning staff to come up and clean up the water stains on the floor.

When she came out of the bathroom after washing her face, she heard two cleaning staff whispering to each other as they changed the expensive carpet that had been soaked with mineral water.

"He seems to be an actor... I've seen him on TV."

"He looks so pitiful. It's impossible to get a taxi in this weather. Is he going to have to squat downstairs all night?"

"Who knows? He'll probably leave once the rain stops."

“I don’t know when this rain will stop.”

Yan Zhen paused in his steps.

She asked the cleaning lady, "Who's downstairs?"

The cleaning staff member was taken aback and quickly said, "A young man just left our hotel. It seems he couldn't get a taxi and is squatting outside the lobby."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She pondered for a moment, then made a call to the hotel reception.

Ten minutes later, two hotel security guards, one on each side, supported Jing Chen, who was soaking wet, and knocked on the door of the presidential suite.

"Miss, this gentleman has brought it up for you."

"Thank you."

Jing Chen entered the room, his originally flushed face turning pale. He shrugged, wrapped his arms around himself, and his whole body was filled with unease and anxiety.

Yan Zhen scrutinized him critically. She had originally intended to say something sarcastic to him, but seeing his wilted appearance, like a little white flower that had been battered by the rain, she abandoned the idea.

"Don't just stand there, go change your clothes."

"……it is good."

Jing Chen went to the bathroom, and after a while, the sound of water could be heard from inside.

Yan Zhen sat on the sofa, feeling increasingly dizzy and agitated.

This gave her the illusion of returning to the Quick Transmigration Division.

Not being able to sleep well is really terrible.

Yan Zhen took out his bag, opened it, and took out sleeping pills.

But she paused after pouring out one.

The doctor said her body had become dependent on sleeping pills, and that quitting would cause withdrawal symptoms, which would be a very painful process.

But once she gets through it, she can fall asleep on her own without sleeping pills.

Looking at the sleeping pills in his hand, Yan Zhen took a deep breath and threw the pills and bottle into the trash can.

She refused to believe she couldn't quit.

To distract himself, Yan Zhen turned on the TV in the living room and started watching a variety show.

But after listening for a while, the variety show content not only failed to distract her, but her senses were actually amplified in her anxious state.

Suddenly, the laughter of the variety show guests sounded particularly noisy and jarring to her. The hum of the central air conditioning in the room, the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom, and even the dripping sound of raindrops hitting the glass outside the window were all amplified countless times.

Just as Yan Zhen was overwhelmed by this feeling, his heart was racing, his head was throbbing, and he even felt like he was about to explode, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and then someone opened the bathroom door.

Yan Zhen turned his head and saw Jing Chen walking out wearing a bathrobe and with wet hair.

After taking a hot shower, some color returned to his face. The belt of his bathrobe was loosely tied around his waist, outlining his lean waistline, and his long, straight legs were visible beneath the hem of the bathrobe.

Yan Zhen couldn't help but squint at the sight of that waist and those legs.

As soon as Jing Chen stepped out of the bathroom, he met Yan Zhen's ambiguous gaze. He was taken aback at first, then lowered his head and thought for a few seconds.

No one knows what he was imagining, but when he looked up at Yan Zhen again, his eyes held a resolute and determined look, like a warrior cutting off his own arm.