Yan Chuan pressed his lips together. The “husband” he had never met was coming home tonight. Hearing this made him uneasy, and he had lost interest in continuing small talk with Shan Qi. He quickly dismissed Shan Qi, saying he would find a less crowded time to meet and returned to the apartment, ignoring Shan Qi’s hesitations.
Standing in the empty room, Yan Chuan took a glance around. The furniture was neatly arranged, the floor was clean, and the table was set with sumptuous dishes… No, there were only empty cups and plates. If this weren’t a survival variety show, it could almost be considered a cozy little home.
Yan Chuan glanced at his pale hands. After a moment, he picked up the floral apron from the back of a chair and tied it around himself. From now on, he would play the part of the gentle yet unfaithful wife in the script. After secretly meeting with one of his lovers, he would return home to be a good and kind wife. With his husband working hard outside, it was his duty to take care of the home. As for whether Shan Qi knew he wasn’t the only lover… who cares about that?
As night fell, the lights in every apartment of Building 13 were turned on, and every door and window was tightly shut, trying to fend off the monsters that might appear through the old doors and windows.
“I’m almost home.” Yan Chuan held the old-fashioned mobile phone in his hand, staring intently at the message on the screen. The sender was “Husband,” and the timestamp was ten minutes ago.
【Ahhh, I’m so nervous too. Is this husband going to harm Yan Bao?】
【Reward points 100*10, wife, look at me! Buy some props for self-defense! This NPC is scary!】
【Let’s disperse… this beautiful contestant is probably doomed, with such an obvious cannon fodder identity.】
【Get out of here, my wife, my wife, sob sob!】
His husband was coming back. Yan Chuan nervously twisted the hem of his apron, creasing the once smooth fabric. He had many small habits when he was anxious; he took a deep breath to calm himself. He placed his palm on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.
He was afraid of making a mistake.
“Click.”
After an uncertain few minutes, the door opened with a click. A tall man in formal wear stepped into the room, shrouded in the dim evening light. He carried a bit of chill with him, and his sharp eyes, half-hidden in the shadows, glinted coldly.
Beneath the impeccably tailored suit was a well-defined muscular body, broad shoulders, and long legs. He exuded strength, unlike those exaggerated, showy figures. This was his “husband,” the very one who could easily subdue several weak kittens with one punch.
“You’re back.”
Before the “husband” could make any move, a sweet and soft voice chimed in. Under the warm yellow light, the young and beautiful wife, adorned in a floral apron, walked over with small steps. Naturally, she tiptoed and placed a kiss on the man’s cheek, taking the briefcase he held and setting it down.
By the time the man turned back, the beautiful wife had squeezed out a smile—both mischievous and sweet. She wrapped her pale arms around his shoulders, leaning into him as her rich, sweet scent filled the air.
Her tone was soft, a bit muffled, carrying a hint of complaint mixed with playful affection as it drifted into the man’s ears.
“I missed you so much…”
Her dark, lustrous eyes blinked, eyelashes fluttering adorably as she pressed her cheek against his chest, her soft pink cheeks slightly squished together.
The beautiful wife was young and delicate. After not seeing him for a day, she showed some discontent but quickly wrapped her arms around her husband’s shoulders and started to murmured sweetly.
Seemingly feeling a bit shy about her clinginess, her snow-white cheeks turned slightly red, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
The man she clung to didn’t react. Noticing his silence and the frown on his brow, she pouted and asked, “Why aren’t you talking? Don’t you miss me?”
Then, she leaned in to sniff his clothes, checking for any undesirable perfume or potential kiss marks. “Or did you meet someone outside and completely forget about me?”
She said this with utmost seriousness, her soft palm casually probing into the man’s suit pockets. Her delicate fingers wandered without reserve, causing her to scrunch up her cute pink nose, her face clearly showing her displeasure.
【Haha, what a reversal of roles!】
【No matter what, let’s keep the posture strong first!】
【Ahh, now wife, don’t act like this. He looks so fierce! Come over and touch me! I’m rock hard!】
The “husband” remained silent for a moment before wrapping his arm around his wife’s slender waist. “No, I just wanted to see you.”
His voice was pleasant, deep and steady, and surprisingly gentle.
Then, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Yan Chuan’s smooth forehead.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Yan Chuan felt the weight on his heart lift. This was the acknowledgment of his performance from the “husband” NPC, was he intending to continue with the script? It seemed his acting skills were passing.
As he turned around, Yan Chuan wiped the nonexistent sweat from his brow.
The husband closed the door and led Yan Chuan into the living room.
The home was spotless, the cabinets gleaming, clearly well-maintained.
If this were the real world, after a long day, seeing a gentle wife who spoiled him would surely make him want to wrap her up and have a good long chat.
The “husband” indeed embraced Yan Chuan, even giving him a kiss.
【Is this real? I’m feeling breathless!】
【Yan Bao really embodies the essence of a wife; is this something one can say? I just feel like transforming into a yellow-haired character and go kicking ass!】
【Thought he was a boss hard to deal with, but he was down in less than a minute, falling for his wife’s charm!】
【She’s my destined wife, so beautiful, cooking delicious meals, patiently waiting for her husband to come home, and even acts cute! Ugh!】
The dining table was already set with steaming hot dishes, two plates that looked colorful and appetizing… frozen food.
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Every wife has flaws, Yan Chuan’s is not knowing how to cook Hahahaha