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

Chapter 530 Keeping a Canary in Captivity (9)

Yan Heng's expression changed drastically.

He glared angrily at Yan's father, and after a long while, he finally managed to choke out a sentence: "Fine, I'll get out then."

After saying that, he turned and hurriedly went back to the basement.

Yan's father was nearly driven mad with anger, yelling at Yan Heng's retreating figure, "Get out now! Get out of here right now!"

Yan's mother quickly grabbed Yan's father: "What are you doing! You're kicking Xiaoheng out! Aren't you trying to drive him to his death?!"

My son has never worked in his life and doesn't know anything about interpersonal relationships. He can't do anything except make dolls, and he can't even boil water.

He's completely incapable of taking care of himself; kicking him out like this is practically killing him.

"Mind your own business!" This time, Yan's father was truly enraged. He pushed Yan's mother's hand away and said coldly, "If I don't force him to bow his head this time, I'm not a Yan!"

Yan's mother: "..."

Yan's parents were arguing in the living room, while Yan Zhen strolled off to the basement.

The basement door was ajar, and the sound of duct tape being torn could be heard from inside.

Yan Zhen pushed open the door and leaned against the doorway. He saw Yan Heng kneeling on the ground tidying up the dolls.

He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand after putting on two dolls, clearly furious but afraid to retaliate.

Yan Zhen watched his pathetic state with great amusement, and even had a slight urge to take a picture of the scene with her phone.

But she wasn't really that wicked; she coughed lightly, drawing Yan Heng's attention.

"Are you really moving?"

"Hmm," Yan Heng said, "Don't try to persuade me."

"I didn't mean to persuade you," Yan Zhen asked. "Where are you planning to move to?"

"Anywhere is fine, I just don't want to stay at home anymore."

Yan Zhen said insincerely, "I have a house in the Rose Garden, you can move there..."

"No need," Yan Heng said firmly. "I will not spend a single penny of this family's money again. I will support myself from now on."

Yo!

for real?

"It's good for you to go out and gain some experience," Yan Zhen said. "Are you planning to take all of these things with you?"

"Ah."

"I'll have the driver call a car to help you move it."

This time, Yan Heng did not refuse, but said, "I don't want the family's car; I'll pay for the transportation myself."

"Row."

Yan Heng kept his word. He packed up dozens of boxes of dolls, packed up all the tools he used to make them, went back to his room to roll up a few clothes, and then dragged his suitcase in one hand and carried the dolls in the other downstairs.

Downstairs, Yan's parents were both stunned to see that Yan Heng was actually planning to run away from home.

Yan's father didn't expect Yan Heng to be serious, and his anger, which had just subsided, immediately flared up again.

"If you have the guts to leave, then don't ever come back!"

"I'm cutting off your card! I'll make sure you starve!"

"If you dare walk out this door, I'll pretend I never had a son like you!"

Yan Heng ignored his father's threats and didn't even turn his head.

Tears welled up in Yan's mother's eyes as she rushed out and grabbed Yan Heng, saying, "Xiao Heng, your father was just saying that out of anger. He's old and his mind isn't clear anymore. Don't take it to heart..."

"Mom." Yan Heng's eyes were red, but his expression was more determined than ever before. He pulled his arm out of his mother's palm. "Take care of yourself."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and left.

After chasing for a few steps, Yan's mother realized she couldn't keep her son, so she turned around and tried to persuade Yan's father: "Old Yan, hurry up and bring our son back!"

Yan's father said coldly, "I won't chase after him! Let him go if he wants. I don't know how many days a good-for-nothing like him can stay outside."

"You..." Yan's mother was both anxious and angry. She pinched Yan's father's arm hard and said fiercely, "If anything happens to Xiao Heng outside, I won't live either! I'll die with him! You'll be happy if you, an old man, lose your wife and your son in your old age!"

"..." Yan's father winced in pain, softened his voice, and pulled his wife aside to persuade her, "I'm just trying to push this brat a little. Otherwise, how would you feel if he lived a muddled life and ended up all alone in his old age?"

Yan's mother: "..."

Seeing that she had calmed down a bit, Yan's father continued, "Believe me, this brat is spoiled and has no backbone. He can't handle the hardships outside. In a few days, he'll come back with his tail between his legs. Then we can take control of him and urge him to get married. In less than two years, you'll have a grandson to hold."

Yan's mother's heart skipped a beat.

She knew that her son couldn't continue like this. If she were to be ruthless, she could get him back on the right track in life, which wouldn't be a bad thing.

"really?"

"Really!" Yan's father said confidently.

Only then did Yan's mother relent: "Well, alright then."

In the dining room, separated by a latticed screen, Yan Zhen listened to the two elders' conversation and raised an eyebrow slightly.

It's hard to say whether Yan Heng will be able to inherit the Yan family business when he returns.

-

The next day, Yan Zhen got up early.

After washing up, she changed into a simple black long dress with a white silk shirt on top. Her long, slightly wavy, chestnut-brown hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore pearl earrings and a delicate gold necklace, exuding an intellectual and elegant aura.

After breakfast, Yan Zhen first took Gao Xinyu to school, then went to the hospital for a physical examination and also had the medicine she had taken from home yesterday tested.

Gao Shenghan was hospitalized in a hospital under the Yan family's control. In order not to alert the enemy, Yan Zhen chose a public hospital.

The public hospital was crowded. After Yan Zhen registered, had blood drawn, and completed several tests, it was almost noon.

She walked to the hospital parking lot and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a shrill cry from beside her.

"If you don't care about me, I'm going to jump off a building right now!"

The cry drew the attention of many people in the parking lot.

Yan Zhen also turned his head and saw Jing Chen not far away, about three parking spaces away.

He stood next to a somewhat old-fashioned car, his trousers and shirt were wrinkled, his hair was a little messy, and he was wearing a mask, revealing a pair of handsome but tired eyes.

A short, thin man, well past fifty with gray hair, was grabbing his arm and refusing to let go, constantly cursing and swearing, showing no restraint despite the stares from the people in the parking lot.

"Since I can't come up with the money anyway, those debt collectors won't let me go, so I might as well just die now!"

"Give me the money! Give me the money now!" the short, thin man shouted hoarsely. "Don't you celebrities earn tens of millions a month? How could you not have money! You've made so many movies, where did all the money go!"

This statement contained a lot of information, and onlookers crowded around, some taking out their phones to take pictures.

Yan Zhen looked away from Jing Chen's somewhat hunched back as he was being pulled along by the short, thin man. With the thought that "if I don't get involved, I won't have anything to do with Jing Chen anymore," she looked away, opened the car door, got in, and drove off.

In the afternoon, the test reports from the public hospitals began to come out one after another.

Yan Zhen was checking her phone when she suddenly received a call from a public hospital asking her to come to the hospital.

This situation proves that she does indeed have a health problem, and it's not a minor one.