With such a good psychological quality, wouldn’t it expose the fact that my wife had opened those kinds of photos he took before?
This was the man most absurd in the script; I cast my vote for him.
Next was Yan Chuan’s apartment.
The suite where he lived with his “husband,” surprisingly, could also be said to be the largest and best decorated place in building thirteen.
With this thought in mind, Yan Chuan opened the door and let Dan Qi and Tang Zhen in.
“There shouldn’t be anything else here,” he said, still taking the two to check the kitchen: “I’ve looked it over already…”
Dan Qi and Tang Zhen weren’t exactly following him obediently.
The truth was that both of them had been to Yan Chuan and his “husband’s” home before.
One night, Dan Qi had disguised himself as a plumber to blatantly interrupt the intimacy between Yan Chuan and his husband, even using a leak as an excuse to deceive the unsuspecting husband into the next room to be with the beautiful wife.
As for Tang Zhen… he had intentionally kept Yan Chuan at home to change clothes for his task, allowing him into the couple’s bedroom.
Now that they were all gathered in the small bedroom, Yan Chuan couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.
“The bedroom is here,” he cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension: “It’s just a master bedroom, nothing else.”
Looking around, the only place to hide anything was in the wardrobe.
Both Dan Qi and Tang Zhen nodded.
“You and your husband,” Dan Qi suddenly asked another question: “Don’t you have a wedding photo?”
Yan Chuan replied, “Huh?”
A wedding photo?
Seeing his confused expression, Dan Qi explained: “Based on the relationship between you and your ‘husband’ in the script, shouldn’t there be many pictures of you together?”
In reality, particularly loving couples would definitely display their wedding photos prominently in the living room.
But their living room had nothing at all; the walls only had a few sparse decorative stickers.
It seemed there truly weren’t any…
Yan Chuan paused for a moment and shook his head: “No, nothing like that.”
Dan Qi glanced around and frowned: “That might be a bit odd.”
Yan Chuan pondered and then nodded in agreement.
It was after Dan Qi’s reminder that he realized this.
However, this couldn’t be blamed on Yan Chuan, who had lived in a sanatorium as long as he could remember. He had never been exposed to normal human life, so how could he immediately think that a newlywed couple’s home should include their wedding photo?
“However,” Yan Chuan hesitated: “This should be ‘my’ residence after moving, so not having such a photo shouldn’t be abnormal?”
His husband said they had moved to avoid debts, which was why they lived in this low-rent building. Considering the hasty move… forgetting to bring certain things would be quite normal, right?
As for the wedding photo, aside from hanging on the wall to display their legal status to others, it seemed to serve no other purpose.
“Possibly,” Tang Zhen didn’t dwell much on the photo issue and said: “Let’s check the wardrobe first.”
Yan Chuan opened the wardrobe.
With a little force from his slender white fingers, the wardrobe door opened, revealing the clothes inside to the two men.
“The left side is my husband’s clothing,” Yan Chuan explained, mainly for Dan Qi’s benefit: “There are many formal outfits; the right side is my clothing.”
Dan Qi looked closely but focused on the clothes on the right.
Tang Zhen nodded and asked: “Is there enough space inside? Can we take the clothes out to check?”
What’s there to see in clothes?
Yan Chuan murmured internally, recalling that Tang Zhen also wanted to show him what was in the tin box, so he took the hanging clothes out.
However, he still ended up saying a bit more.
“The identity I received doesn’t quite match me,” Yan Chuan said, holding a pile of various skirts in his arms, his face a little flushed: “In the script, the ‘wife’ is a young woman, so the clothes are all… um, skirts, which are not what I like to wear.”
He explained a few things, thinking that Dan Qi and Tang Zhen wouldn’t assume he had some peculiar preferences just because of a wardrobe full of skirts.
For example, something like cross-dressing.
“I know,” Dan Qi responded, vaguely, “but these clothes all suit you very well.”
They were all well-tailored, beautifully styled dresses that could hide a rather flat chest well. Very suitable for someone like Yan Chuan, who was slender and had a delicate appearance.
When worn, it accentuated his slender waist and revealed his long, delicate legs.
Especially that thin nightgown, embroidered with lace, made Yan Chuan look like a sweet dessert tied with a bow – utterly delightful.
Yan Chuan felt speechless…
What on earth was this person saying?
He was so angry he nearly dropped the clothes.
How shameless!
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together and shot an annoyed glance at Dan Qi, who was speaking strangely.
These two were checking his wardrobe as if there could be something else hidden inside. Even though he knew this was a routine check, he still found it hard to tolerate.
“Alright,” Yan Chuan said, pretending to hang the clothes back up: “What’s so interesting inside…”
His words were abruptly cut off.
Because Tang Zhen suddenly reached out and pulled a piece of clothing out from the depths of the wardrobe.
It was truly a singular piece with a rather strange design. The thin lace fabric looked particularly small in his hands, and the pure white color seemed to carry some inexplicable meaning in this context.
“What is this?” he asked Yan Chuan.
A flicker of confusion and uncertainty flashed in Yan Chuan’s eyes: “I…”
He hadn’t expected such a turn of events today.
When he originally packed, he thought these clothes would definitely not be worn by him, and since the wardrobe wasn’t visible to others, he just had to ensure his “husband” didn’t see them.
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