This ID… could it be Evan?
It can’t be, right?
Yan Chuan’s confusion had yet to be resolved when the user with the ID “Evan” sent out barrage comments in a vibrant golden color, signifying the top rank.
A new user suddenly leaping to the top rank had pushed the previous top user, Qi Yan, out of the way after an unknown number of screen refreshes in the live stream.
Yan Chuan became even more puzzled.
The new top-ranked user didn’t speak or send barrage comments; they kept sending gifts, vigorously rewarding Yan Chuan’s live stream.
Yan Chuan sensed a whiff of something troubling.
This ID, along with the extravagant gifting behavior, forced him to think of a few other things.
For instance, his boss, who should be quietly staying in his villa or still on the road, Evan.
The one he had deceived, who was circling in confusion, thinking he was just an innocent little employee.
The matching IDs made Yan Chuan consider this possibility.
It seemed that since the afternoon when Evan finished his video, he hadn’t messaged him at all.
Yan Chuan’s heart sank.
He quickly checked his messages, ignoring the ones from Keri and the others, and opened the chat with Evan, confirming that indeed, it was true.
This felt wrong.
How could Evan, who loved sending messages, not send a single one all night?
The last message in the chat was still Evan’s simple “I’ll come back early.”
Yan Chuan nervously swallowed.
He looked back at the screen.
At this point, the gift effects had ended, and only a flurry of barrage comments remained.
Among them was one with a golden effect.
“I’ve arrived, open the door.”
It seemed like a bland statement, lacking any tone; yet, Yan Chuan shivered inexplicably.
Others in the live stream were shocked as well.
[Excuse me? Is my wife really going to open the door? I can’t be mistaken, right?]
[No way… which bad man has come knocking? I’m so worried about my wife!]
[So scary! Someone go check! My wife isn’t being bullied by a bad man, right?]
[Who is this unfortunate soul? Who exactly has landed at the top?]
[It’s quite scary. What time is it and they’re still coming over…]
The apartment door was tightly closed.
Yan Chuan’s newly rented apartment was equipped with advanced facilities, featuring a coded lock that provided high security.
He had never considered whether this door was sturdy; he could simply close it and rest easy while live streaming.
But now, anxiety plagued him as he furrowed his brows, staring toward the door as if someone could appear at any moment.
Yan Chuan couldn’t pay attention to the barrage comments that kept refreshing; he bit his lip nervously, constantly tucking his stray hair behind his ears.
The sounds outside the apartment seemed to vanish, the outside world dark and silent, with not a sliver of light seeping in.
Yan Chuan nervously approached the door.
The barrage urging him to open the door had already scrolled past; aside from that, nothing else was sent as if Yan Chuan had misread.
Could it be that he really misread it, or that the other person meant something different?
With mounting anxiety, Yan Chuan pressed against the entrance, hesitating on whether or not to check the visual doorbell, only to discover that it appeared to be broken.
This wasn’t surprising since Yan Chuan hadn’t planned to use it once he moved in; naturally, it was left untouched.
It could have been a short circuit or some other reason. In any case, if he wanted to see if anyone was outside, he could only look through the peephole.
The content of that barrage flashed before Yan Chuan’s eyes, coupled with Evan’s usual tone… he bit his lower lip, feeling a tingle at the back of his head.
Could it be that he got caught discovering something he shouldn’t mention?
And now, this message came just as Evan returned from a night business trip?
Evan certainly knew where Yan Chuan lived as he had dropped him off many times.
Yan Chuan’s fingertips trembled at his sides.
He was still wearing the clothes from the live stream, that little maid outfit he had worn in front of Evan.
If Evan really came now, wouldn’t it be impossible to explain?
Just as Yan Chuan was about to tiptoe and peek through the peephole, the doorbell suddenly rang.
The sharp sound of the doorbell echoed in the empty hallway, accompanied by a sluggish electronic tone that seemed to reverberate.
Yan Chuan shivered.
At the same time, he received a message from Evan.
A vague sentence that gave no indication of tone.
“Open the door.”
Yan Chuan’s fingers halted on the doorknob.
The corridor, which was originally dark, now suddenly lit up brightly with sound-activated lights, the brightness flooding in through the peephole.
Peering through the peephole, Yan Chuan saw a familiar silhouette.
Broad shoulders, a tall figure; through the peephole, he could see the violently torn collar and part of a sharply defined jawline.
[Maybe wife shouldn’t open the door. This is a little scary. Why would someone come over at midnight?]
[But not opening the door is also not an option; tomorrow Yan Bao still has to see him at work.]
[Oh no, wife, when you see him, just shed a couple of tears first and say you were forced; you didn’t understand anything.]
[Let’s pray for my wife; I wonder if she’ll get taught a harsh lesson by this bad man today.]
[The scene is set; the disobedient little maid gets caught and is harshly spanked on the knee…]
Yan Chuan’s mind went blank.
The effects from the live stream gifts exploded in his mind, flashing on and off. Additionally, the barrage questions from the live stream about what was happening flooded in.
And, the silhouette outside the door, along with the two words “open the door” sent to his phone.
Yan Chuan could only feel… a singular sensation of “finally here.”
Lies cannot be sustained indefinitely; one lie requires many others to cover it. Regardless of whether it is active or passive, the final exposure will be exceedingly tragic.
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