Even if the dishes are arranged neatly and the platter looks exquisite, it does not change the fact that these are frozen foods.
Yan Chuan blinked again.
Due to certain constraints, he could not cook but had to play the role of a devoted wife, so he could only serve the frozen foods he bought from the convenience store on the table.
He glanced at the man who was still holding him by the waist.
An NPC… surely doesn’t need to eat and probably cannot tell the difference between frozen food and freshly made meals, right?
But he still had to maintain the role he was playing. Yan Chuan cleared his throat lightly, “Let’s eat first. Is it cold outside?”
He handed his husband the cleaned utensils and asked him to sit down across from him, putting on a worried face, “You must be tired from work. Please eat while it’s hot.”
His husband took the utensils and replied in a similarly serious manner, “Not cold.”
After a moment, he added, “I’m not tired, but I miss you since I can’t see you.”
The depth of his husband’s eyes, when he looked at him intently, was strangely gentle, making it seem sincere.
Yan Chuan was momentarily taken aback.
Then, he picked up his bowl, his voice dropping, “I miss you too.”
Why is this NPC so good at sweet-talking?
Taking advantage of the meal as a cover, Yan Chuan discreetly observed his “husband.”
Earlier, he had only seen the man’s sharp brows and determined gaze, which made him deduce that he was quite a terrifying figure.
The man across from him had deep-coloured hair and eyes, dark as the depths of a pool, exuding an almost inhuman, metallic quality. His clear, striking features and deep-set eyes further emphasized his brooding aura. His thin lips, when expressionless, had a slight downward curve.
He was fearsome—a kind of scary man who completely matched the image Yan Chuan had formed based on his wardrobe.
However, it also aligned with his expectations.
The sound of chopsticks tapping against the bowl was subtle as Yan Chuan swallowed half a dumpling.
His eating demeanour was already quite elegant, but now it was even slower, taking several bites before swallowing, which made it feel like it took forever to consume a single dumpling.
A never-ending delay.
He felt like a fragile little kitten, the kind that anxiously waits for someone to notice the broken cup.
No one spoke during the meal, and the apartment was eerily quiet, with no sounds coming from outside.
If it weren’t for the fact that Yan Chuan saw other people during the day, he might have suspected that they were the only two in the entire building.
Amid the pauses for eating, he finally spoke: “Honey…”
The man looked up.
Yan Chuan steeled himself, his voice wavering a bit, “Have you been busy with work lately? If you have to work overtime at the company, do you want me to bring you dinner?”
When he first called him “Honey,” he felt a bit shy, but it became much easier after that; at least he wouldn’t be quaking when saying it.
It was quite strange to call him “Honey” while partaking in a survival variety show.
Yan Chuan suppressed his rising emotions and continued, “Anyway, I don’t have much to do at home, and this way, you can see me during the day.”
It would also allow him to explore other places in the script aside from Apartment 13.
“No need,” his husband shook his head, “The company provides meals. It’s too exhausting for you to cook.”
He glanced at the cold stove and cold pots in the kitchen as if thinking of something, “Recently, work has been light. I can prepare the meals at home before heading out, and you can just heat it up when you’re ready to eat.”
At this moment, he acted like the epitome of a devoted husband, who worked hard to support his family while being reluctant to make his wife cook: “Don’t eat too much-frozen food; it’s not good for your health.”
Yan Chuan: …
He suddenly felt foolish.
He nodded blankly, “Okay…”
After the husband finished his portion of dinner, he focused entirely on waiting for Yan Chuan to eat.
As that profound gaze shifted to him, Yan Chuan unconsciously sped up his eating pace.
How could an NPC cook and know that frozen food is bad for health?
After a spell of silence, Yan Chuan decided to speak up.
He wanted to know more about his husband’s job, but unfortunately, there was nothing in the house that could hint at what occupation his husband held.
His husband didn’t seem like an ordinary office worker; why was he living in such a place with his wife?
He planned to probe indirectly.
“This afternoon, I went to the bathroom to take a shower,” Yan Chuan assessed his husband’s expression and said carefully, “The facilities there are bad and haven’t been renovated; the floor is dirty.”
He acted quite critically, complaining to his husband, “The soundproofing in this apartment building is terrible; I could hear other tenants arguing.”
Seeing his husband look up and listen attentively, Yan Chuan grew bolder.
Up until now, his husband had behaved normally; aside from his somewhat gloomy demeanour, everything else about him was quite good—he was a gentle and caring husband who cared for his wife.
This gave Yan Chuan the courage to speak frankly.
“When can we move to another place?” Yan Chuan clenched his hands on his knees, nearly turning pale. “The transportation here isn’t convenient, and it’s hard to find you during the day…”
His voice was soft, but upon closer inspection, it trembled slightly, as if he was holding back something.
His husband looked up at him.
Those incredibly deep eyes gazed at him intently, sending chills down Yan Chuan’s spine, yet he gritted his teeth and pressed on, “Uh? Honey?”
He felt as if he was locking eyes with some kind of monster.
The dark, abyss-like pupils reminded him of greedy beasts lurking in a jungle, their gaze unblinking and cold as metal under the light.
“I’m sorry,” as Yan Chuan felt restless and regretted asking this question, his husband finally spoke.
He frowned, seeming quite distressed, “We still haven’t paid off our debt and can’t find a better place than this one.”
Yan Chuan: “Debt…”
What debt?
His husband nodded, “Yes, the debt from luxury items you bought on loan. I promised the company I would pay it off within three years.”
What?
He bought luxury items… and accrued debt.
Did the background of the script need to be this detailed?
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