Yan Chuan returned to the apartment, filled with worries.
They had learned about Zhou Wu’s hidden identity, which was closely related to the roles given to the occupants of Room No. 5 and Liang Xin in the script. As for the other information that Zhou Wu provided, it was impossible to verify, so they could only tentatively trust his words.
However, so much had happened today.
Yan Chuan rubbed his eyes, gradually aware of a sense of fatigue.
First, Liang Xin died suddenly, and the players were full of suspicion towards one another, the atmosphere becoming somewhat tense.
When everyone suggested checking each other’s apartments, the “clothes” from the wardrobe had been discovered.
Dan Qi and Tang Zhen had even deliberately held the clothes up, asking him if he had worn them in front of his husband.
How bizarre.
The memory of that scene made Yan Chuan feel painfully embarrassed.
So what if they had seen? These two men showed no semblance of shame and felt compelled to voice their thoughts.
Yan Chuan noticed the way they looked at him, as if they wanted to ask if he wore the same style inside.
He touched his slightly warm cheeks, reaffirming his thoughts.
In this survival variety show, there truly seemed to be no normal people.
However, thinking about the wedding photos that Dan Qi mentioned, he started to have some questions.
Given the harmonious relationship with the “husband,” he didn’t divorce her even after learning about the debts incurred from luxury purchases; instead, he worked harder to pay off her loans.
They must have had wedding photos when they got married… right?
Yan Chuan’s gaze lingered on the empty walls of the living room.
A few decorative paintings were stuck sparsely to the walls.
Wedding photos are generally displayed prominently in the living room or bedroom; there’s no reason to hide them even if feelings are dull.
He had never seen one before… perhaps it was stored away somewhere he hadn’t looked?
Yan Chuan stood up and walked over to the wardrobe he had just locked firmly.
When he first arrived, he had done a thorough check of the entire apartment, including the area where his clothes were stored in the wardrobe.
Just moments ago, when Dan Qi and Tang Zhen were there, they had also checked every nook of the apartment.
No one had bothered to delve into the pile of formal wear to examine his “husband’s” wardrobe.
Yan Chuan glanced around.
The slightly cramped bedroom didn’t have many hiding spots; besides the wardrobe, he had turned the bedside table with drawers upside down himself.
His gaze withdrew.
With a delicate touch, he pushed aside a man’s clothing to see if there was anything else hidden beneath.
As the light filtered in, his eyes widened slightly.
Concealed among the formal attire, there was evidently a couple’s photo deep within the wardrobe.
Yan Chuan nearly dropped the picture frame on the floor.
The frame was about forty centimeters large, its surface pristine, revealing a photo of Yan Chuan and a man.
In the picture, “Yan Chuan” held a bouquet of flowers, smiling towards an unseen direction outside the photo.
The two subjects of the photograph looked well-matched and intimate; the man was holding “Yan Chuan’s” hand, gazing earnestly as he placed a kiss on the back of her plain, white hand.
It looked harmonious enough; if Yan Chuan overlooked the bashful expression made with his own face in the picture, he might as well express a heartfelt blessing.
But unfortunately… Yan Chuan’s expression remained impassive as he reminded himself internally that he did not recognize the other man in the photo.
He was not the man he was familiar with, the one who spent every night with him over the past few days, exchanging morning and evening kisses.
The person in the photo was a handsome but entirely unfamiliar young man.
Even though the photo was pixelated, it was so alien that Yan Chuan had to scrutinize it for a while before concluding that this was indeed the first time he had seen that face.
[Did I see this wrong? How come the groom in Yan Bao’s wedding photo isn’t her official husband?]
[How can she not freak out? After sleeping with an NPC for so long, I once convinced myself to get used to it, only to realize now that the one lying beside me at night isn’t even my “husband.”]
[Oh my god, so terrifying! Is the acting too good?]
[Then who is Yan Bao’s real husband? It can’t be some weird shadow that appeared before, right?]
Yan Chuan couldn’t see the barrage of comments sliding by in the livestream, but he could guess that the viewers were feeling the same way he was.
He had entered the script of the survival variety show, holding the identity of a “gentle yet unfaithful wife.” He had to perform diligently in front of different men, especially in front of his husband, without making a single mistake.
Yan Chuan stumbled through the role he played, earnest in his efforts, and at night, he even had to deal with monsters’ harassment.
Especially in front of his “husband,” Yan Chuan pondered the hidden thoughts behind that gloomy, handsome face, fearing being discovered for breaking character.
He didn’t even know how to refuse; in front of a man much taller than him, he was as obedient as a little kitten, only stretching his claws a little when he was bullied too aggressively.
If it was a kiss, he gave it; if it was a hug, he accepted it, waiting every night in the living room for the “husband” to come home while sweetly calling him ‘hubby.’
In the morning, he had to be considerate, standing on tiptoes to tie his husband’s bow tie, and lightly kissing his cool lips as he did so.
Even when tormented by monsters at night, although Yan Chuan felt like he would die from discomfort, he did his best not to scare his husband awake, stumbling through explanations for his strange actions.
Yesterday was even worse; his “husband,” taking advantage of a minor injury, had pressed him into helping wash his back.
Yan Chuan’s mind flashed back to the scene.
The humiliating memories were vividly clear; as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see his husband’s broad shoulders, strong arms, and bulging muscles… not to mention the places he couldn’t even dare to look at.
He never expected that his “husband” had been deceiving him all along!
Yan Chuan bit his lip, his breath slightly unsteady.
On the surface, the darkly charming man had a wicked mind; he clearly knew everything but insisted on watching Yan Chuan clumsily try to please him, pretending to be a “tender wife” with poor acting skills.
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