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

Chapter 112 Deviation (34)

Yan Zhen was pinned against the artificial rockery wall. The room was dimly lit, and when she looked up, she could only vaguely make out Zhou Rang's outline.

Even so, his burning gaze was so intense that it could not be ignored. She quickly looked away and struggled gently, "Uncle Zhou... let me go."

Zhou Rang stared intently at her, his eyes unfathomable.

After a long while, he brushed the hair from her neck and traced the bruise with his fingertips: "Did he hit you?"

Yan Zhen remained silent.

Zhou Rang lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye: "Answer me, did he hit you?"

Yan Zhen's lips moved, but before she could speak, a thin layer of tears welled up in her eyes.

Her expression was tantamount to consent, and Zhou Rang saw this. His aura immediately turned fierce, and he turned and walked out.

Yan Zhen quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to beat that bastard up."

"No!" Yan Zhen gripped his clothes tightly. "If you go, our affair on Fishing Island will be exposed."

He'll find out sooner or later.

Yan Zhen immediately felt more confident.

Zhou Rang is a worldly man. From the moment he learned that she was his nephew's wife until now, less than an hour had passed, and he had already accepted her status. It seems that he still intends to carry out his plan to help her get a divorce and then marry her.

But while he thought this way, Yan Zhen couldn't agree immediately.

Before the divorce, she needed Zhou Rang to do some things for her.

Thinking of this, she put on a pitiful expression: "You are his uncle!"

Zhou Rang noticed her hesitation and apprehension, and quickly grabbed her wrist: "Ming Yiwei, are you backing out?"

Yan Zhen lowered his head, avoiding his eyes: "I...I don't know, my mind is in turmoil, I didn't expect you to be Zhou Yan's third uncle."

Realizing she was scared, Zhou Rang pulled her into his arms.

Before he could offer any words of comfort, Yan Zhen pushed him away, saying, "No, you are an elder, we can't do this."

Zhou Rang held her hand tightly and wouldn't let go: "I know what you're worried about. Trust me, I can handle it."

Yan Zhen shook his head, his expression full of helplessness: "No, we can't... Zhou Rang, people will talk behind our backs if we do this."

"Don't worry about what others think. Besides, after we get married, you don't have to go back to the Zhou family. I guarantee that those gossips won't reach your ears."

Yan Zhen shook his head again: "No, I dare not."

"Xiao Wei!!" Zhou Rang said, both helpless and angry. "If you don't get a divorce, are you just waiting to be used by Zhou Yan and have a child for him and his mistress?"

Yan Zhen seemed frozen by these words. She stared blankly at Zhou Rang, and after a long while, she leaned against the artificial rockery wall and helplessly shed tears.

Zhou Rang felt sorry for her when she cried, so he hugged her and whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things and touched a nerve."

Yan Zhen sobbed softly, "Zhou Rang, I don't want to be used by Zhou Yan to have a child, but I don't dare to be with you either. Your identity... if my parents find out, they will definitely think I'm a disgrace and they will beat me to death."

Zhou Rang knew that given their seniority, if this abnormal relationship were made public, people would be wary of his status as the head of the Zhou family and wouldn't dare to say anything openly, but their malice would be directed at Ming Yiwei.

She was just a twenty-year-old girl. The fact that she agreed to come back, divorce her husband, and marry him had already exhausted her courage. Asking her to face so many rumors and gossip was something she wouldn't dare to do, and he couldn't bear to either.

“If you trust me, leave these things to me.” Zhou Rang hugged her and whispered, “With me here, you won’t get hurt.”

Yan Zhen didn't answer. She nestled in his arms and cried quietly for a while. She quickly wiped away her tears and, as if she had made up her mind, coldly pushed Zhou Rang away.

"Thank you for thinking of me, but let's leave it at that. Let's pretend what happened on the fishing island never happened. If we meet at the old house in the future, I will act as if I don't know you, and you too..."

"Ming Yiwei!" Zhou Rang was a little annoyed. "To put it bluntly, you just don't trust me. You don't believe I can solve everything."

Yan Zhen turned his face away, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "If you say so, then so be it. Zhou Yan is still waiting for me, I'll go first... Third Uncle."

Zhou Rang's hand, which was trying to stop her, froze in mid-air when he heard the word "Third Uncle," and his heart sank.

Yan Zhen quickly walked out of the artificial hill, jogged all the way, and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Rang stood there, his anger rising in waves.

She was angry that Zhou Yan was her nephew, angry that fate was playing tricks on her, and even angrier that she was a member of the Zhou family.

Just then, his phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was his assistant, Fang Tianqi, calling.

"Boss, Young Master Yan has been waiting for you in Building 2 of the East Wing for half an hour. He said you have something to tell him. What do you think..."

Zhou Rang was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. When he heard that Zhou Yan had walked right into his trap, he narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm going over there now."

Building 2 on the east side is the courtyard where Zhou Rang lived in his old house, and it was brightly lit at this time.

As Zhou Rang strode in, Zhou Yan, who was sitting on the living room sofa, immediately stood up: "Third Uncle."

Zhou Rang walked past him, sat down on the single sofa, casually loosened his tie, and instructed his assistant, "Pour a glass of water."

Fang Tianqi had been by his side for several years, and he could tell from his expression that he was in a bad mood, so he quickly poured him a glass of water.

Zhou Rang took a few sips, put the cup on the coffee table, and turned on his tablet to start browsing through the documents.

He didn't even glance at Zhou Yan during that time.

Zhou Yan waited for a while, and seeing that Zhou Rang ignored him, he asked nervously, "Third Uncle, did you ask me to come here for something?"

Zhou Rang looked up at him.

That look was anything but kind; its sharp edges were like knives, making Zhou Yan involuntarily shudder.

Zhou Rang leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke in a cold and sharp voice: "Are you managing Huimei Chain Fresh Supermarket, which is under the Zhou family's control?"

"Yes, Third Uncle."

Zhou Rang suddenly launched an attack, throwing the tablet at his feet: "Three years, more than 500 complaints, and a customer satisfaction rate of less than 95%! How have you been doing your job?!"

Zhou Yan was taken aback. He bent down, picked up the tablet, and saw that it contained Huimei Fresh Supermarket's annual reports for the past few years.

The Zhou family owns numerous businesses across various sectors, with fresh food supermarkets being just a small part of them. Since its opening three years ago, Huimei has 23 branches in Fengcheng and Yancheng.

In three years, with more than 20 branches and over 500 complaints, most of which were resolved satisfactorily, Zhou Yan considered these figures to be quite good.

Moreover, Zhou Rang is in charge of such a large business empire as the Zhou family. Isn't it a bit of an overreaction to specifically call him in for a lecture over such a trivial matter?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan's expression became subtle: "Third Uncle, it's like this..."

"No need to explain." Zhou Rang didn't give him a chance to defend himself and said coldly, "Huimei plans to expand nationwide next year. Customer satisfaction has a significant impact on reputation. As a manager, you don't value customer feedback, ignore customer complaints, and don't care about Huimei. Then we'll change the manager. Go and hand over the reins tomorrow. You don't need to go to Huimei anymore."