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

Chapter 217 Killing the Cuckoo (32)

Yan Zhen quickly mopped up all the chicken soup on the floor, then asked Qi Zhaoyi solicitously, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? What would you like to eat? It's on me."

Qi Zhaoyi waved her hand at her obvious attempt to appease and seek forgiveness: "I said I don't blame you, you don't need to do this."

"You're not going to hold it against me?"

"Ah."

"You're such a nice person," Yan Zhen said sincerely, then asked earnestly, "I have a question I'd like to ask you."

"You said."

How did you know Fang Yihe is my husband?

If she wasn't mistaken, Fang Yi and Qi Zhaoyi hadn't had a chance to meet before today.

"Your phone wallpaper".

Yan Zhen paused, then quickly took out his phone and turned on the screen. The wallpaper was the wedding photo that the original owner had set.

Although she transmigrated and took over this body, she had a habit of not arbitrarily changing the original owner's previous preferences before the mission was completed.

After all, only by completing the mission will this body truly belong to her.

Yan Zhen smiled helplessly: "Indeed, details determine success or failure."

She was careless this time.

Fortunately, Qi Zhaoyi is not a bad person.

When the topic came up, Qi Zhaoyi asked, "You just said you wanted to deal with your husband and Li Tingyi. What do you mean by 'deal with'? Do you mean to break them up?"

Yan Zhen nodded: "Yes."

"What if you break them up?" Qi Zhaoyi asked, glancing at Yan Zhen with an expression that practically screamed, "You're not going to fight a man for another man, are you?"

Yan Zhen was both amused and exasperated: "I'm just unwilling to be tricked into marriage and getting pregnant, and I almost became a sucker to have their child. In addition to breaking them up, I want them to be disgraced, so that I can vent my anger and prevent other women from becoming the next victims of their marriage fraud."

Qi Zhaoyi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: "That's good."

As long as it's not about breaking them up and then trying to win Fang Yihe back, that's fine.

After opening up the conversation, Yan Zhen asked another question: "Did you already know that Li Tingyi was gay?"

Instead of answering, Qi Zhaoyi asked, "What do you mean?"

“If you only discovered Li Tingyi’s sexual orientation tonight after seeing Fang Yihe, your first reaction should have been surprise. But when you asked me for confirmation, you were already considering whether or not to protect his privacy,” Yan Zhen said. “I tend to think that you already knew before today.”

"Yes, I found out when I was in my senior year of high school."

Yan Zhen was taken aback: "How did you find out?"

“I have a habit of observing the people and things around me,” Qi Zhaoyi said. “When I was a senior in high school, he was a freshman. He had been bullied and I helped him once. After that, he frequently appeared in my sight. There is a saying that people cannot hide three things: a cough, poverty, and liking someone.”

"You know he likes you?"

"I know," Qi Zhaoyi said with a hint of helplessness, "but I can't give him a response, so I'm pretending not to know."

So many years after graduating from university, his memory of "Li Tingyi" has basically faded.

In addition, Li Tingyi now is like a completely different person compared to his timid and humble self in high school, so when Qi Zhaoyi saw him again in the ward a few days ago, he didn't recognize him at first glance.

"You know how he feels about you, so if he comes back to you..."

Before Yan Zhen could finish speaking, Qi Zhaoyi said, "He won't come back to me."

"why?"

“He has a deep relationship with your husband. The reason he approached me while he was dating him was simply because of the unrequited first love. Regardless of whether he and your husband argued about it, he should soon realize who he likes more now.”

Qi Zhaoyi said, "Besides, even if he comes back to me, he will find that I am not as perfect as he imagines after a few more interactions with me. He will soon lose interest. Instead of worrying about whether I will be harassed, you should be more concerned about whether your plan will succeed."

Yan Zhen's expression turned slightly grim upon hearing this.

I have to say, it's really refreshing to talk to smart people.

Qi Zhaoyi is not gay, but he is a man, and men understand men's thoughts best.

He could not only see Li Tingyi's thoughts from an outsider's perspective, but also easily see what he was thinking and give timely and effective reminders.

“You’re right, I’ll keep that in mind, thank you,” Yan Zhen said. “However, I think there’s one thing you’re wrong about.”

"what?"

“You’re just not in the best of shape right now, but you’re still perfect,” Yan Zhen said. “In a sense, Li Tingyi has good taste.”

Kindness, generosity, and intelligence without arrogance are rare qualities in both men and women.

Qi Zhaoyi: "..."

*

Li Tingyi left the hospital with all his injuries without even completing the discharge procedures.

Back home, he gave himself some basic first aid and then began to feel depressed.

His mind kept replaying everything that happened at the hospital today, from Fang Yi kicking the door open to Fang Yi mercilessly swinging his fist at him on the rooftop.

He belatedly realized that this time Fang Yihe might not bow her head and admit her mistakes as before, and coax him to make up.

This realization made him feel uncontrollably panicked.

They had known each other for seven years and been together for five. He had long been accustomed to Fang Yihe's accommodation and tolerance, to his prompt service, and to his efforts to meet any request he made.

And no matter when he turned around, he would always be standing behind him, gentle yet firm.

But now, he has suddenly turned on us.

It was as if a machine that constantly provided him with a sense of security had suddenly cut off its output unilaterally. Li Tingyi was at a loss and couldn't help but complain and resent him.

Break up, break up.

The world won't stop turning even without him, Fang Yihe; the sun will still rise high tomorrow.

Exhausted, Li Tingyi fell asleep on the living room sofa.

That night, he had many chaotic dreams and several times hallucinated that his phone was ringing, with the caller ID showing Fang Yihe. But when he opened his eyes and picked up his phone, it was completely blank, with no incoming calls or messages.

At five o'clock in the morning, Li Tingyi hallucinated again that there was a knocking sound at the door. He woke up with a start and subconsciously thought that Fang Yihe had come to see him, so he stumbled to get up and went to open the door.

But when they opened the door, there was no one outside.

It was still dark at five o'clock, and a draft blew through the open door, chilling him to the bone.

After standing there for more than ten minutes, Li Tingyi felt cold and aching all over, and a layer of goosebumps rose on his arms. His dazed mind finally cleared up, and he realized he was regretting his actions.

As for whether he regretted approaching Qi Zhaoyi without telling Fang Yihe, or regretted not giving Fang Yihe a firm answer when he questioned him last night, he no longer had time to think about it.

He had only one thought in his mind—to humble himself, admit his mistake, and win him back.

Li Tingyi returned to the living room, took out his phone, and spent a long time mentally drafting his explanation, how to apologize, and how to promise not to do it again...

He only made the call after he was sure that his words would move Fang Yihe.