“Alright,” the dark and jealous emotions spread in his heart, yet Tang Zhen proactively handed over the items in his hands, ready to comply, “I know it’s impossible for you to wear such clothes; they must have appeared in the wardrobe to match the identity you’ve obtained.”
“On the surface, you’re a gentle wife, but behind the scenes, you’re cheating and putting a green hat on your husband,” Tang Zhen spoke about this with astonishing ease, not even blushing, “It’s completely normal; you don’t have to be shy.”
Yan Chuan: …
Although this makes sense, why does it sound so strange when Tang Zhen says it?
“However,” Tang Zhen and Shan Qi managed to share a rare glance, spotting the same answer in each other’s eyes: “From this character analysis, it’s also possible that these clothes are meant for our viewing pleasure.”
“After all, we’re all your secret lovers.”
【Well, that’s very self-aware】
【It feels like a loss that the real husband isn’t present】
【You all just want to see a dramatic scene, but I really care about my wife and want to rescue her from the arms of bad men!】
Yan Chuan was momentarily confused.
All of them were his secret lovers… Wait, why is Tang Zhen suddenly talking like this?
He felt even more speechless, his cheeks flushed, turning his face away.
“It’s no big deal.” Yan Chuan lowered his eyes, trying not to look at the other two people in the room, awkwardly folding the clothes back into the wardrobe.
After shoving the clothes that made his heart race back into the closet, even placing them at the very bottom, Yan Chuan spoke again, “Is it done now? Have you finished checking?”
Tang Zhen and Shan Qi nodded. Yan Chuan didn’t want to hear any more strange comments from them and simply pushed them out, “Let’s go and meet up with others.”
After stepping outside, Yan Chuan’s flushed cheeks began to cool down a bit.
The other contestants had nearly finished their checks, but for some reason, they were gathered in the corridor, intensely discussing something.
Yan Chuan looked up and saw the door they were surrounding had clear big letters inscribed on it.
“Room Five.”
It was the place where Zhou Wu and his “wife” in the script were staying.
Yan Chuan recalled the pair of lifeless eyes he had seen through the gaps in the ventilation duct, and his brows furrowed again.
“What happened?” Tang Zhen stepped forward, his gaze shifting between Chen Sheng and Zhou Wu: “What’s hidden here?”
Chen Sheng raised his voice, “There’s someone locked up with a chain in Room Five. Just now, Zhou Wu wouldn’t open the door; we had to break it down to discover the truth.”
Tang Zhen frowned appropriately, “I see.”
“And where is this person?” he asked, “Do we know their identity—are they a contestant or an NPC?”
“I don’t know,” An Wen replied, “It’s a young man, probably in his twenties. He’s locked in the room with a chain and can’t speak.”
Yan Chuan, hidden behind Shan Qi, hesitated before peeking out, “Why can’t he speak?”
That day, he had hidden behind the blades of a fan and seen the person locked in the corner, but he only saw the lifeless eyes and indeed hadn’t heard a word.
Was it that he didn’t want to speak, or simply couldn’t?
An Wen remembered how Yan Chuan had sent her a medical kit earlier and had a decent impression of him. She said, “His tongue… he doesn’t have a tongue anymore.”
Yan Chuan gasped.
No wonder.
When the person inside met his gaze through the ventilation duct, there was no plea for help. Even when the door was smashed open, he didn’t speak; it was unclear whether he was a contestant or an NPC.
It turned out he couldn’t even speak because he was missing his tongue.
“Then what about his identity…” Yan Chuan pondered, frowning, “Can we find out?”
An Wen shook her head honestly.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
Searching the apartment did indeed have an effect. They had uncovered a living person hidden in the Thirteenth Apartment, concealed by Zhou Wu, who intended to keep his existence a secret from others.
If not for the accident that happened last night, they might have never discovered that Room Five harbored significant clues until the end of the variety show.
“What else do you know?” Shan Qi turned his gaze toward Zhou Wu, taking large strides forward, his tall figure looming over him exuding a commanding presence: “Spill it!”
Zhou Wu leaned against the wall, stammering, “This…”
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his already unattractive expression became even more fearful; after a long pause, he couldn’t say a word.
Shan Qi grew impatient. He glanced at the other two NPCs from Room Five who had inexplicably disappeared and firmly grabbed Zhou Wu by the collar with one hand: “Hurry up and talk!”
Shan Qi was tall and handsome, yet extremely intimidating; his temper appeared to be quite poor, as if he would definitely resort to violence.
“I’ll tell you!” Zhou Wu trembled, unable to even stand steadily, while Shan Qi, clicking his tongue, held him up by the collar: “It’s not that I wanted this…”
Disinterested in hearing his complaints, Shan Qi pretended to strike, which finally compelled Zhou Wu to end his lament.
Shan Qi withdrew his hand, and Zhou Wu crumpled to the ground, utterly drained.
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