Chapter 22: A Night of Chaos

In his thoughts, he had already followed his husband out into the corridor.

Disturbed by the commotion, most of the residents of Apartment 13 had come out to check, all familiar faces seen during the day.

Yan Chuan made eye contact with Tang Zhen in the crowd.

The other person seemed to have also been interrupted from sleep, with his clothes somewhat disheveled, and he smiled politely at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan averted his eyes, hiding behind his husband, pretending to be a fragile wife.

The cries for help came from An Wen.

They had come out a bit late; Liang Xin, one of the couple, had already been restrained by Shan Qi and Chen Sheng. A bloodied kitchen knife was thrown on the ground, and Liang Xin was pressed down with his hands cuffed behind him.

Liang Xin’s eyes were bloodshot, a significant number of red veins appearing on the whites of his eyes. His expression was ferocious; even when pressed down, he did not settle, struggling with his hands and feet until Shan Qi gave him another hit to subdue him.

His face was bruised, and he mumbled something incomprehensible, his words unclear and chaotic.

An Wen had disheveled hair, and her pale face was stained with tears. Shivering all over, she was comforted by Zhang Nan, while Tang Zhen murmured something softly.

She looked extremely frightened, trembling all over, tears cascading down her face.

Yan Chuan’s gaze shifted to An Wen’s left arm.

There were bloodstains there; beneath her torn clothing was a fresh wound, still oozing blood.

The kitchen knife, thrown to the side, was also smeared with blood.

The situation became clear.

In the middle of the night, Liang Xin of the young couple suddenly went mad for some unknown reason, brandishing a knife and chasing his girlfriend, An Wen. An Wen had run out in the corridor, crying for help, and others had come out.

Then Yan Chuan was awakened; because his husband had taken a moment to soothe him, they came out to find Liang Xin already restrained.

Yan Chuan stepped out from behind his husband.

“Here, use this to wipe yourself first,” he pulled out a small cloth from his pocket, which he had retrieved from the wardrobe. “Your hand needs bandaging. Do you have any medication?”

The setup in the survival variety show was astonishingly realistic; there were many items in the apartment, including a first aid kit stocked with common antiseptics and medications.

An Wen was still sobbing, her voice somewhat hoarse: “Thank you… there’s nothing in the apartment…”

As a couple who had eloped, they naturally wouldn’t be prepared for these necessities.

“Find some rope to tie him up,” Shan Qi said, shaking his wrist, looking somewhat displeased. “Tsk, it’s such a hassle; where does he get that much strength?”

He had a noticeable scratch on his face, clearly recently inflicted during his struggle with Liang Xin.

Shan Qi’s gaze fell on the small cloth An Wen held, and just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Yan Chuan: “What happened just now?”

“He went mad,” Tang Zhen answered, summarizing the situation: “We heard the noise and came out. His current state is not good; he needs to be tied up and monitored for a while.”

Indeed, given the circumstances, they had to separate the two of them. An Wen couldn’t return to her room, so Zhang Nan suggested, “You can stay with me for the night.”

An Wen sniffled and nodded.

The atmosphere fell into a dead silence, and the contestants in the corridor couldn’t help but glance at the crowd’s only unfamiliar face, the “husband” of the beautiful woman they had seen in the morning.

Yan Chuan wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

Standing beside his husband, he was well protected, revealing only a small portion of his fair face.

The much taller man shielded him with his body, half embracing and resting his hand on his shoulder.

A possessive gesture.

The man was darkly handsome, with eyes as thick and black as pitch. He lowered his head to speak to his wife, his brows and eyes softening a little.

And his wife, Yan Chuan, had an extraordinarily beautiful face, allowing the man to brush away the stray hair from her cheek.

He had evidently been quite scared too, looking deflated. His lips were pursed, quietly leaning against his husband.

Like a true couple in love.

The contestants were a bit puzzled.

“Yan Chuan,” Tang Zhen called out his name, shifting his gaze to the person beside him: “Is this your husband?”

He was polite, maintaining a respectful distance from Yan Chuan, smiling as he asked.

The man nodded: “Yes.”

“Hello,” Tang Zhen said. “I just moved into Apartment 13; that’s why I hadn’t seen you before.”

Yan Chuan explained: “He works very hard at the company during the day.”

“Is that so?” Tang Zhen nodded, accepting this explanation.

The husband fell silent; he was not a talkative type, his fingers rubbing Yan Chuan’s shoulder through the coat.

Yan Chuan felt inexplicably embarrassed.

What was Tang Zhen trying to do, saying “hello” to the person beside him as if he were “sorry for your husband”?

Quite strange.

After Tang Zhen spoke, no one asked any further questions.

In the survival variety show, contestants needed to be cautious and observant, especially given that the situation tonight was clearly unsettling.

This was not the moment to investigate what Yan Chuan’s “husband” was really about.

Shan Qi and Chen Sheng together threw the tied-up Liang Xin into the empty apartment. They shut the door tightly and blocked it with something to prevent him from breaking loose and coming back to harm someone.

After making the arrangements, everyone prepared to go rest.

Yan Chuan went back to get the first aid kit but was interrupted by Tang Zhen, who took it from him.

“I worked in a hospital before,” he said, with gentle brows appearing trustworthy. “Let me tend to her.”

“Besides…” Tang Zhen’s gaze traveled over Yan Chuan’s coat, moving down to his exposed slender calves. “It’s cold at night; don’t stay in the corridor.”

“Thank you for your concern.” Before Yan Chuan could say anything, his husband pulled him into an embrace, using his body to block Tang Zhen’s gaze, and coldly dropped a sentence.

Tang Zhen was not put off by the lack of politeness; he smiled at Yan Chuan again.

He smiled, “Your husband cares about you a lot.”