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

Chapter 295 Thorny Rose (52)

Yan Zhen frowned: "Didn't you say you didn't want me to go to school?"

Speaking of this, Song Yi's expression revealed a hint of helplessness: "But that would make you unhappy. I hope you are happy when we are together."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She changed the subject expressionlessly: "Bring the breakfast over."

After breakfast, the housekeeper arrived and took the two of them to the Song family home.

At the Song family home, bodyguards dragged Wang Jianchun out of the basement.

The ropes binding Wang Jianchun were untied, but he hadn't showered for more than ten days, and his whole body smelled terrible.

When the bodyguard pushed him into the car, Yan Zhen subconsciously moved away from him.

They drove in silence until they arrived at Wang Jianchun's residential area. Before getting out of the car, Wang Jianchun was clearly nervous, glancing out the window repeatedly and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Song Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Jianchun, warning, "You'd better not try anything funny."

Finding Lin Chan's remains has always been Lin Xun's greatest wish, and he doesn't want to cause any further trouble before seeing them.

If Wang Jianchun obediently points out the location of the body, he can let him go to prison alive.

Conversely, even if someone commits murder in broad daylight, he will make them pay the price!

Wang Jianchun shuddered at Song Yi's cold, sharp gaze and immediately abandoned the idea of ​​shouting for help from his neighbors.

After getting out of the car, Wang Jianchun walked in front, flanked by bodyguards on both sides, with Yan Zhen and Song Yi following closely behind.

The group went upstairs and arrived at Wang Jianchun's door. He paused, turned to look at Yan Zhen, but spoke to Song Yi: "To ensure my safety, only Lin Xun and I can go in. You cannot..."

"If you go in with Lin Xun, who will guarantee Lin Xun's safety?" Song Yi's face darkened. He grabbed Wang Jianchun's collar and warned in a low voice, "Wang Jianchun, we're already at your doorstep, which proves that Ms. Lin's body is in this house. Even if you don't tell me the exact location, I can find it myself. I'm only asking you to lead the way to save time. My patience is limited, so don't push your luck!"

Wang Jianchun: "..."

He subconsciously looked at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen spoke up to stop him: "Song Yi, don't rush. The two of us will go in with him, and the bodyguards will stay outside. Anyway, he can't run away."

After considering it for a moment, Song Yi agreed.

Wang Jianchun then took out his key and opened the door.

No one had been home for more than ten days, and the house was covered in a layer of dust. Wang Jianchun went in first, and as soon as he entered, he noticed the potted plants on the dining table.

He walked calmly to the kitchen, stood by the dining table, pointed to the kitchen island, and said, "There it is."

Yan Zhen and Song Yi exchanged a glance, and the two immediately walked to the western kitchen island counter.

The island is made of cement, with a work surface on top and four drawers for storage underneath.

There was nothing wrong with it from the outside, but when Yan Zhen pulled out the drawer, he discovered that there was something special inside.

Each drawer is two-thirds smaller than the standard size.

Two-thirds of the space was completely sealed with cement.

To conceal the fact that the drawer was crammed full of things, it would even get stuck when pulled out, giving the illusion that the drawer slides were rusty.

Yan Zhen's eyes reddened at the thought of Lin Chan being huddled in such a small place for eight years.

Seeing that she was upset, Song Yi patted her shoulder to comfort her silently and prepared to call the bodyguards to bring in tools to dismantle the platform and retrieve the body.

But when he turned his head, he saw Wang Jianchun pull a gun from a potted plant on the table, point the muzzle at the back of Yan Zhen's head—who was kneeling in front of the island platform, completely unaware of what was happening—and pull the trigger without hesitation.

Song Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

With a "bang," a gunshot rang out. Perhaps Wang Jianchun was too nervous, because he missed his target. The bullet hit the island platform, and the recoil made Wang Jianchun's wrist go numb.

The bodyguards and butler outside rushed in upon hearing the gunshot.

When Wang Jianchun saw them rushing towards him, he panicked and quickly aimed at Yan Zhen and fired.

Song Yi acted faster than he could react, rushing forward to hug Yan Zhen from behind.

"Bang"--

"Bang"--

Two more gunshots rang out in quick succession.

Yan Zhen felt Song Yi, who was hugging her, tremble.

She turned around to investigate, but Song Yi pressed her head down. He was breathing heavily, and his voice trembled as he endured the pain: "...Don't move."

Song Yi hugged her from behind, tightening his grip on her arms even more.

Outside the island, chaos and turmoil reigned.

The bodyguards rushed in, seized the gun, and subdued Wang Jianchun.

Aunt He from next door rushed over as soon as she heard the first gunshot, and witnessed Wang Jianchun firing two shots in quick succession. She screamed in fright.

After a brief moment of confusion, Wang Jianchun struggled and roared, "I didn't want to kill him, he's not the one I wanted to kill."

The butler stumbled to Song Yi's side, seeing a large splatter of blood on his back, his light-colored hoodie quickly soaked with blood, and called out in a trembling voice, "Young Master..."

"Call an ambulance immediately!!!"

"Contact Dr. Zhao and go to the hospital immediately to wait."

Once Song Yi was certain the crisis was over, he finally let go.

However, as soon as he let go, his body, exhausted, leaned back uncontrollably.

The butler barely caught him: "Young Master... hang in there, the medical staff will be here soon, you'll be alright!"

The bullet pierced his lung, and Song Yi turned pale as he struggled to breathe.

His gaze fell on Yan Zhen's face, and he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he choked on a mouthful of blood.

Unable to speak, he could only reach out to Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen met his gaze, her brows furrowing slightly.

Perhaps knowing she wouldn't survive, she saw fear of death and deep reluctance on Song Yi's face.

He was just a sixteen-year-old boy after all.

Yan Zhen obediently handed over his hand.

Song Yi grabbed it and squeezed it tightly: "Lin...Xun..."

Song Yi was breathing heavily and his words were incoherent, so Yan Zhen had to lean down and whisper in his ear.

"No...I don't want to...die." Song Yi coughed up more blood and foam, his chest heaving violently, tears welling in his eyes. His voice was choked with sobs as he said, "Lin Xun, I...don't want to...die."

Yan Zhen's gaze was complicated. The words of comfort were on the tip of her tongue, but she felt they were hypocritical. She could only withdraw her hand and gently pat Song Yi.

Her indifference was evident to Song Yi, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe. He grabbed her hand again, unwilling to give up, desperately trying to utter a single tender word from her before he died: "Lin...Xun, I...I...like..."

Before he could finish speaking, his fingertips touched the unusual sensation on the back of Yan Zhen's hand. With trembling hands, he pulled up her sleeve, revealing a fresh burn scar.

Song Yi was taken aback.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at the pistol that had been converted from a nail gun and lay under the dining table, then at the butler who was holding him and crying with tears streaming down his face, and finally his gaze fell on Yan Zhen's calm and overly composed face.

The pain made it almost impossible for him to think, but in that brief moment, he still managed to connect the dots—

She did it.

It was all a setup by her.

She wanted her life!

Song Yi's eyes instantly turned ferocious: "Lin Xun, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood.