[Hey, who is this? Why are you spying on my wife?]
[LOL, what is this black-skinned plumber doing with a beautiful woman?]
[I don’t blame him; who wouldn’t be mesmerized by Yan Bao’s waist and legs?]
[Isn’t this one of my wife’s lovers? He looks like he has a nice waist, heh heh.]
“It’s not,” Yan Chuan stepped back a bit, keeping his distance, and said warily, “You have the wrong person…”
He watched as the young man in front of him leaned in closer, and he took several steps back.
Is this an NPC from a variety show? It doesn’t look like it. Why is he questioning me… about my identity?
Unfortunately, the space in the convenience store was not large, and aside from the shelves, the aisle was quite narrow. Yan Chuan’s lower back bumped into a shelf. He glanced back, realizing there was no way to retreat.
Perhaps the intense wariness in Yan Chuan’s eyes made the young man reluctantly restrain his movements a little and give a vague smile.
When this person smiled, an unsavoury aura became even more pronounced, radiating a roguish charm that resembled a school bully cornering a pretty little classmate.
“You came out wearing a skirt,” he lowered his voice lazily, “Don’t you think it’s a bit too conspicuous…”
Conspicuous?
Yan Chuan only found this person inexplicable.
He pressed his lips together, and in the end, couldn’t help but respond with wide eyes, slightly annoyed, “Who are you to comment on what I wear?”
Immediately blocking his way, spouting ambiguous phrases… It was all very strange. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t even wear this outfit.
Noticing the gaze of the person in front of him, Yan Chuan adjusted his jacket. This time, he zipped it all the way up, revealing only a glimpse of his snow-white neck.
The person opposite coughed slightly but didn’t get angry. Instead, he raised his brows and introduced himself: “Shan Qi.”
Yan Chuan blinked in confusion: “?”
“My name,” Shan Qi pushed his cap up slightly, his tone ambiguous, “If all goes well, we’ll meet again.”
Yan Chuan: …
What outdated pick-up line is this? Does he think I’m some naive young boy?
Determined that Shan Qi had nothing substantial to say, Yan Chuan pursed his lips, decided not to linger any longer, and sidled past the young man, leaving a remark: “You better not.”
His slightly pale cheeks flushed red with anger, and his lips parted slightly. His eyes shimmered like they contained a pool of water; they were strikingly bright.
As he moved, the white skirt swirled, revealing his rounded calves, his snow-white skin shining brilliantly.
So tender, without a single flaw. If one’s gaze shifted upward, they might even catch a glimpse of a fuller outline.
Even whiter, hidden beneath a skirt that had never seen the sun, soft and delicate.
Shan Qi was momentarily stunned before this flash of white disappeared from his view.
Not a moment of lingering—the figure quickly turned and left.
Shan Qi silently cursed under his breath, frustrated.
After settling his bill, Yan Chuan hurried upstairs.
He categorized Shan Qi as a “pervert,” roughly explaining why Shan Qi had blocked him and said a bunch of nonsense.
As he walked up the stairs, Yan Chuan’s cheeks were still a bit flushed as he tried to calm his rapid breathing.
He was no stranger to perverts; he just didn’t expect to encounter one in a survival variety show.
However, Yan Chuan halted suddenly, his steps becoming hesitant.
Shan Qi didn’t seem like an NPC; he came up to strike up a conversation—was he a fellow contestant?
He suddenly recalled his own identity description.
An unfaithful wife… Yan Chuan shuddered; this Shan Qi couldn’t possibly be one of his lovers, right?
If so, everything would make sense.
When he received this identity, he instinctively began searching for traces of “husbands” in the apartment, and he came out to see the identities of other contestants.
Additionally, he wanted to find clues about “the lovers.”
Behind such a complicated emotional relationship, there must be some hidden plot—he wondered if it would affect the recording of the variety show. It was indeed prudent to gather intel.
Contestants with “lover” identities surely felt the same way.
Yan Chuan frowned slightly.
Shan Qi still left a bad impression on him; he was too roguish and dangerous—not someone he would approach voluntarily.
His speech and mannerisms did not resemble a new contestant, showing poise as if he had a mind to say such things.
In conclusion, he was not easy to deal with.
With these thoughts in mind, Yan Chuan continued his ascent up the stairs.
The apartment he lived in was on the fifth floor, and Apartment 13 had no elevator, so he had to rely solely on his legs to reach it.
By the time he reached the third floor, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. His body wasn’t well; even the adrenaline from the survival variety show didn’t elevate his physical fitness to normal levels. He had to stop and catch his breath after climbing just a few steps.
He remembered that there were also residents on this floor.
“Need help?” A pair of gentle hands suddenly reached out within his line of sight, picking up the plastic bag from Yan Chuan’s hands.
The voice was soft, slightly hoarse, and had a magnetic quality.
Yan Chuan looked up, meeting a pair of gentle eyes: “You don’t look so well.”
“No, it’s fine…” Before he could complete his refusal, the item was already taken away. Yan Chuan glanced up at the tall man in front of him and finished his sentence: “Thank you…”