Ill intentions loom in the air.
Yan Chuan, unaware of his “husband’s” true identity, angrily concludes his thoughts about the man.
Compared to the persistent presence of a man who wants to showcase himself in front of him, and the seemingly gentle but actually cold and domineering Tang Zhen, this was far worse.
Yan Chuan glanced once more at the photo frame, pausing his gaze on the man beside “himself.”
The young man’s face in the photograph was somewhat blurred, but he smiled at Yan Chuan.
Without further thought, Yan Chuan decisively shoved the items back, neatly restoring the clothes in the wardrobe.
Regardless of who his “husband” was in this script, it all tied back to the task he received.
The question of “Who is the person beside the pillow?”
Yan Chuan thought expressionlessly.
No wonder such a simple question, seemingly answerable by just filling in a few names, had a deeper layer waiting for him to unravel.
The man he interacted with daily was not genuinely his “husband.”
Fortunately, Yan Chuan had remained cautious, feeling that this task was oddly simple, so he decided to set it aside.
Had he been foolish enough to fill in the names then… wouldn’t it have meant failing task two? He didn’t know whether would that mean losing points or being harmed by his “husband.”
After all, according to the information from the escape variety show, they, as participants, had to maintain their personas and could not be discovered by the NPCs.
Yan Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.
Amidst his fears, he began to ponder about the real identity of the person claiming to be his “husband.”
Aside from the man who sleeps by his side every night, there was also Dan Qi and Tang Zhen… who else could possibly qualify as his “pillow companion”?
Was it the stranger from the photograph? But how could he discover this person’s identity and name?
And why was his actual husband being impersonated, with the impersonator acting as if they knew everything?
Thoughts churned chaotically in Yan Chuan’s mind, leading him to an unsettling possibility.
Could this situation be unrelated to him?
Did the unfaithful, pretending husband get into trouble… was he harmed by a conspiracy involving his wife and lover?
Yan Chuan suddenly recalled his first day in the script, when he was pinned down by a spirit.
Back then, he was terrified, not understanding why a ghost targeted him first.
Reflecting now… this was likely linked to his identity in the script.
That ghost sought him out on the first night when a man was lying beside him, ultimately pressuring him into strange actions.
NPC behavior defies logical explanation, but when thrown into an emotional conflict, it becomes more comprehensible!
With his thoughts all over the place, Yan Chuan paced around the living room for a while before curling up on the couch.
The man’s whispered words echoed in his mind; at the time, he hadn’t grasped their meaning, but now he began to comprehend some of it.
The man had come back one night, eagerly trying to absorb his essence, asking him bizarre questions—was it out of fear of being discovered?
And last night, when he heard sounds in the bathroom, the man had waved it off, was he already aware of what was about to unfold in Apartment 13?
These questions remained unanswered.
Yan Chuan understood that participants in escape variety shows were largely in a passive position, and he didn’t know how to seek answers.
The man who claimed to be his “husband” appeared only at night, while during the day, he vanished without a trace, making the ghost equally elusive.
More critically, when the person claiming to be his “husband” returned, how would he confront the situation?
Yan Chuan sighed, drawing a grim conclusion.
Firstly, he couldn’t let the man know that he had figured out the true husband was not him. He needed to extract useful clues from the man to identify the real “pillow companion.”
The difficulty of this task surpassed that of the other two.
Previously, Yan Chuan might create some unexpected situations with Dan Qi and Tang Zhen cooperating with him. But in this task, he was all alone facing two NPCs.
Yan Chuan felt the malicious intent behind the escape variety show acutely.
He pursed his lips, his delicate brows knotting together, as he shrank into the small sofa.
No wonder they could boast about “fulfilling any wish”; it was all a trap.
Poorly prepared, he was dragged into this escape variety show without warning.
***
Nightfall arrived as expected.
As the time approached, Yan Chuan stood in the living room, counting the minutes with a mixture of emotions.
He awaited the return of a man who was not his real “husband,” but rather a pretender who had snuck in from who knows where with an unknown identity.
This impersonator claimed to be Yan Chuan’s “husband,” mentioning that he resided in the cheap rental in Apartment 13 because he was in debt.
The man nonchalantly enjoyed the affection of “gentle wife,” relishing both his dependence and uncertainty.
Now, even the existence of the debt was up for debate.
Back then, Yan Chuan felt so embarrassed, and he felt equally baffled now.
He seemed genuinely honest, yet he didn’t speak the truth, leading people on a wild chase.
Yan Chuan frowned, nearly losing his expression entirely.
With a loud thud, the door swung open.
A handsome man entered, his gloomy expression softening upon seeing Yan Chuan.
“I’m back,” Yan Chuan mumbled as he looked down, somewhat perfunctorily greeting his husband.
Delicate white fingers took the coat from her husband and hung it on the rack once she received it.
The husband quickly sensed his wife’s downcast mood, grasping her slender wrist with a probing gaze, “What’s wrong?”
Sitting on the couch, Yan Chuan forced himself to speak lies with open eyes: “Nothing… just feeling a bit down.”
“Why?” the husband pressed on.
Yan Chuan bit his lip, his dark eyelashes cast down as he glanced at his husband’s face, quickly turning away.
In a whisper, he muttered, “I don’t want to talk to you.”
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