Chapter 43: A Hidden Truth

So, it shouldn’t belong to her husband; it’s Yan Chuan’s own.
Yan Chuan confidently handed it over to Tang Zhen.
When he mentioned this reason, he emphasized that it was his own clothes. Otherwise, letting Tang Zhen enter the bedroom dressed in her husband’s clothes would double the awkwardness.
Tang Zhen took the clothes and tried them on a bit: “That’s fine.”
Once he entered Yan Chuan’s bedroom, he became somewhat silent, seemingly a bit uncomfortable: “Where should I change?”
Yan Chuan replied, “Just change in the bedroom. I’ll come back in after you’re done.”
There were people passing by outside in the hallway, and the washroom was too small; it was actually better to let him change in the bedroom.
Tang Zhen raised an eyebrow: “Okay.”
The wardrobe door was still open, with a row of dark formal suits and shirts on the left, which clearly belonged to Yan Chuan’s “husband.”
On the right side, there was a row of various soft dresses, which Yan Chuan had seen on himself.
Tang Zhen casually glanced over and suddenly noticed a bright, bold color deep in the wardrobe.
A strikingly vivid hue.
Tang Zhen’s pupils constricted.
“Then I’ll go out now…” Yan Chuan was about to step out when Tang Zhen suddenly grabbed his arm and said in a low voice, “Wait.”
Yan Chuan opened his lips, confusion showing on his face, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught Tang Zhen lifting the hem of his own shirt.
A well-defined set of abdominal muscles revealed, hinting beneath his waistband.
Yan Chuan slightly widened his eyes.
It looked… quite impressive?
[The screen went black… The sound… is gone too.]
[Escape show, I order you to quickly turn on the live stream. You can block the wild man, but I want to see Yan Bao!]
[Smart guy, what do you want to say to your wife that we can’t hear?]
[Black out the wild man for me!]
Upon detecting privacy, the live stream automatically went black. Tang Zhen forcefully pulled Yan Chuan in front of him, blocking his mouth with his arm.
Yan Chuan’s mouth was covered, and he blinked, his eyes questioning.
Why is he suddenly taking off his clothes… Is there something he wants to say privately that he doesn’t want the viewers to hear?
There really wasn’t any need for it… Yan Chuan slightly averted his gaze, holding his lips tightly together.
The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, and the lights were off, so Yan Chuan could only see Tang Zhen’s face through the crack of the door.
He had gentle brows and eyes, always carrying a smile, giving off a refreshing vibe. But upon closer inspection, Tang Zhen’s features were actually quite sharp; he had high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and an expressionless face that made him appear a bit unapproachable.
Tang Zhen’s nose was tall and straight with thin lips, slightly downward-curving, giving off a hint of coldness when he wasn’t smiling.
Half of his face was hidden in darkness, casting a phantom light on his profile.
Even at such a close distance, there was a feeling of distance between them.
It was completely different from the approachable demeanor Tang Zhen usually displayed.
He leaned down, shamelessly tugging on the hem of his shirt, while his right hand covered Yan Chuan’s mouth.
“Is this how you act when you’re with Shan Qi?” His eyes held no smile, and his voice was very low. The eyes, usually full of warmth, were cold and scrutinizing.
Yan Chuan: …
Why is it this question again?
Ask it after the live stream has ended; did you discuss this with Shan Qi?
With his mouth covered, Yan Chuan mumbled a couple of indistinct sounds, trying to make Tang Zhen realize he wasn’t being given a chance to speak.
Unable to voice his thoughts, he had to gesture with his eyes, the bright glimmer in his dark eyes now shimmering with moisture.
His snow-white cheeks had turned a faint blush, and the corners of his eyes were tinted with desperate pink, as if he were about to cry.
It was a look that evoked compassion yet suggested excessive vulnerability, planting more sinister thoughts in the mind.
Yan Chuan felt a bit uneasy.
First, he didn’t know if this question was within the bounds of their characters; second, he genuinely couldn’t answer it.
Fortunately, it seemed Tang Zhen was merely speaking to himself, showing no intention of forcing a response, and after pondering with a cold face for a while, he shifted the topic.
“Liang Xin’s identity is not just any high school student,” Tang Zhen whispered close to Yan Chuan’s ear: “He’s a trafficker, disguised to deceive naive students and bring them here for transactions.”
Yan Chuan’s expression turned surprised.
Human trafficking?
Did Tang Zhen want to reveal the clue he obtained while not wanting others to know?
Yan Chuan didn’t know how Tang Zhen got this information, but his words sounded somewhat credible.
Combining this with the information he had from Shan Qi, he could roughly piece together the outline of the truth.
Images of Liang Xin and An Wen floated in Yan Chuan’s mind as he tried to determine Liang Xin’s true identity from his sparse memories.
Tang Zhen continued speaking, still close to Yan Chuan’s ear, completely unaware of how intimate their posture seemed: “You don’t need to find Shan Qi; he can’t find out anything else.”
His fingertips tightened, almost absentmindedly brushing against Yan Chuan’s face: “Don’t be deceived and remain oblivious.”
Tang Zhen’s hand felt a bit cold, his icy fingertips grazing Yan Chuan’s cheek, causing him to shiver and turn his face slightly.
But Tang Zhen then decisively turned his face back toward him.
He lowered his head, looking down at the soft, snow-white palm in his hand, with a hint of a frosty smile.
The delicate skin under his palm felt warm to the touch, and Tang Zhen’s fingertips instinctively moved.
Due to his actions, Yan Chuan’s resistance became more apparent, his sharp chin forming a graceful curve.
This posture exposed the whole back of his neck to Tang Zhen’s view, his palm could easily circle the slender and fragile neck.
Tang Zhen was of course referring to Shan Qi.
Did he know about their dealings?
“I can’t be fooled,” Yan Chuan instinctively frowned, feeling an ache in his chin, and his tone grew unfriendly: “What else can he do here?”