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

Chapter 111 Deviation (33)

When Zhou Yan and Zhou Yan returned to the Zhou family's old house, the parking lot outside was filled with dozens of luxury cars, and people were coming and going at the entrance.

Yan Zhen feigned curiosity: "What happened? Why are so many people here?"

“The eldest son’s third uncle is back.” Zhou Yan’s cheeks were still throbbing, and he didn’t give her a friendly look. “We’re just here tonight to go through the motions. If you don’t want to embarrass yourself, find a corner and stay put. We’ll leave in a little while.”

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow and readily agreed, "Okay."

The Zhou family made their fortune through business, and the first rule of their clan is to unite.

Large families are most wary of the outflow and dispersion of power. Counting from Zhou Yan's generation, the family had not separated for three generations. The main branch and the collateral branches, along with nannies and bodyguards, totaling two or three hundred people, all lived in the Zhou family's old house. During festivals, dozens of tables would be set up for banquets.

Yan Zhen took Zhou Yan's arm and walked in. The large council hall was already full of people.

The council chamber was carpeted and decorated in an antique style, with dozens of rosewood armchairs. Only those of high seniority and power in the clan were qualified to sit there, while collateral branches and younger generations had to stand to attend the meetings. Even Zhou Yan's biological mother, Jiang Yuechan, was no exception.

The two found a corner to stand in, and Yan Zhen immediately spotted Zhou Rang sitting on the right side of the council hall.

He was dressed in a black suit, expressionless, his cold and stern aura adding to his majesty, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Yan Zhen glanced at him several times, thinking, "Look, this is what a cold and domineering CEO should look like."

The elderly Mr. and Mrs. Zhou, with their white hair, sat in the main seats, while a stretcher was placed in the middle of the meeting hall.

A man wrapped up like a rice dumpling lay on a stretcher, while a middle-aged woman in her forties knelt beside the stretcher, sobbing and crying.

Yan Zhen listened intently for a while, and from the middle-aged woman's incoherent narration, she pieced together the whole story—Zhou Rang had beaten the man on the stretcher.

They were hit pretty hard.

Yan Zhen asked Zhou Yan in a low voice, "Who is that man on the stretcher?"

Zhou Yan said impatiently, "What's it to you?"

"If you won't tell me, I'll ask someone else."

She turned to leave as she spoke.

Zhou Yan immediately grabbed her wrist, gritting his teeth, but had no choice but to compromise: "He is my fourth uncle."

"He was beaten by your third uncle?"

"Ah."

Why did Uncle San hit him?

Zhou Yan glared at her, annoyed by her untimely curiosity, but had to lower his voice to tell her: "Fourth Uncle is an illegitimate child. He has been fighting fiercely with Third Uncle for the past few years. Third Uncle was missing for more than a month recently. It must have been Fourth Uncle's doing. As soon as Third Uncle came back, he beat him up."

"Oh~" Yan Zhen drawled out, then asked, "Is that the mistress kneeling there crying?"

"Ah."

"Are all mistresses these days so shameless? It's one thing to break into someone's home, another to scheme against the wife's son, and yet she still has the nerve to come to their house and cry when they fight back. Tsk tsk, shameless."

Hearing her veiled insults, Zhou Yan immediately flew into a rage: "Stop being sarcastic! Have I ever mistreated you since you came in? You can swipe the black card as you please, spending tens of millions at a time..."

"Oh, feeling the pinch now?" Yan Zhen deliberately provoked him. "It's just a few tens of millions. If you don't spend it, plenty of others will. My boyfriend is much richer than you. Not only is he willing to spend money on me, but he's also top-notch in bed..."

"Ming Yiwei!!!" Zhou Yan's anger was almost uncontrollable. He gripped her wrist tightly. "If you want to die, I can grant your wish!"

Yan Zhen glanced at the center of the council hall. The fourth brother's mother, who was kneeling on the ground, had finished crying and complaining. The matter had progressed to the point where more than a dozen elders were criticizing Zhou Rang and demanding that he give an explanation for the assault.

Zhou Rang didn't reply. His well-defined knuckles rested on the armrest of the chair, and his face showed a hint of impatience, as if he was about to leave at any moment.

Yan Zhen figured the time was about right, so she pretended to be hurt by Zhou Yan's grip and struggled a little.

Zhou Yan thought she was about to leave, so he pulled her back forcefully.

Using the force of his pull, Yan Zhen lunged forward, crashing into the back of a nearby armchair. With a startled cry, she fell onto the carpet.

The meeting was interrupted by this unexpected event, and all eyes were immediately drawn to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly raised his head, "accidentally" tearing open the collar of his coat to reveal the wounds on his mouth and neck.

The timing and angle were just right.

When Zhou Rang, who had been looking impatient, saw her expression, his pupils contracted slightly, and he instantly sat up straight.

Yan Zhen's eyes swept over Zhou Rang. He first pretended to be stunned, then quickly lowered his head and hurriedly got up, but tripped over his own feet and fell back to the ground in a sorry state.

Jiang Yuechan, who was not far away, was furious with this shameful daughter-in-law and immediately gave Zhou Yan a wink.

Zhou Yan's face was also very ugly. He took three steps in two to walk up to Yan Zhen and was about to drag her away.

At that moment, a hand reached out from the side and helped Yan Zhen up before he could.

Zhou Yan was taken aback: "Third...Third Uncle?"

Zhou Rang ignored him, his gaze fixed on Yan Zhen, his voice filled with suppressed excitement: "How could you..."

Yan Zhen hurriedly interrupted him, pulling her hand away from his grasp and retreating to Zhou Yan's side: "Thank you, Third Uncle."

"Third Uncle?" Zhou Rang was taken aback, his gaze sweeping over her and Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan immediately said, "Third Uncle, you may not have met her before. This is my wife, Ming Yiwei."

Zhou Rang's eyes darkened. He seemed to remember something, and his gaze towards Zhou Yan turned extremely cold: "When did you get married? How come I didn't know?"

"We only got our marriage certificate a few months ago, we haven't had the wedding yet," Zhou Rang said with an embarrassed smile.

He was just a member of a collateral branch of the Zhou family, and his father had little say in the family, so he couldn't get into the Zhou family's central authority.

In the past, I would barely exchange a few words with this formidable third uncle throughout the year. But today, for some reason, he suddenly showed interest in my affairs, especially in this kind of setting.

Although this third uncle was only three years older than him, his decisive and uncompromising style of doing things during the years he was in power made Zhou Yan inexplicably a little afraid of him.

When Zhou Yan was stared at by his cold and sharp gaze, a chill ran down his spine.

Fortunately, Zhou Rang quickly looked away and said to Zhou Yan, "Stay after the meeting, I have something to tell you."

Although Zhou Yan was puzzled by his elder's words, he dared not disobey and quickly replied, "Yes, Third Uncle."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Ming Yiwei out of the council hall.

As soon as Yan Zhen stepped out of the council hall, he was called away by Jiang Yuechan.

Unsurprisingly, Jiang Yuechan gave her a severe scolding.

From her capricious disappearance for over a month without being able to contact anyone, to her humiliating performance in the council hall tonight, where she verbally abused Yan Zhen mercilessly.

Yan Zhen let it go in one ear and out the other, but her mind was preoccupied with something else—given Zhou Rang's personality, he would probably come looking for her after the meeting.

Thinking of this, she forced out a few tears, making her eyes wet with sobs.

Jiang Yuechan was tired of scolding, but seeing Yan Zhen crying with tears streaming down her face, she warned her a few times and let her leave.

Yan Zhen walked out of the courtyard where Jiang Yuechan lived. A pair of hands reached out from under the shadow of the tall osmanthus tree at the entrance, covered her mouth, and quickly pulled her into the artificial hill next to it.