Tang Zhen pointed, saying, “There is a mark up there.”
He gazed at the delicate collarbone, partially visible beneath the loose neckline, and inadvertently asked, “Who did you just meet that left such a mark? You really must have been close to them.”
Yan Chuan looked down and adjusted his collar, indeed noticing the red mark Tang Zhen mentioned.
There were many marks, clearly made by someone sucking on his skin. It seemed someone had pressed his shoulder, bringing their face close to his pale, delicate skin, leaving behind their traces on the smooth, soft flesh.
It was excessive, and he couldn’t help but wonder how much strength was used and how long it took to create them.
Gazing at the obvious marks, Yan Chuan struggled to respond to Tang Zhen’s question.
He hadn’t realized it before, but now with the fabric brushing against the marks, it felt slightly prickly.
The collar was large enough that it almost hung down when he leaned his head, which meant that from a top-down view, he would clearly reveal everything.
Even his still-developing, youthful chest, along with the delicate marks on his collarbone, were fully visible to the man’s gaze.
Was that why Tang Zhen had been staring at him for so long?
Yan Chuan suddenly realized something.
His scalp tingled, and he felt a little afraid to think further.
Did he just have those visible marks while having that gaudy photo scattered across his cheek, lying under the bed?
Or had he snuck into someone else’s room, hiding in their bed?
Yan Chuan was at a loss for words.
“Mm?” Tang Zhen asked again, “Who were you with?”
Yan Chuan looked at him dazedly.
Seeing the embarrassed expression on Yan Chuan’s face, Tang Zhen helpfully listed, “Was it your husband who always wears a cold expression, or was it Dan Qi?”
“Neither…” Yan Chuan instinctively shook his head.
This had nothing to do with Dan Qi.
The husband Tang Zhen mentioned with a cold expression was likely that counterfeit husband. Moreover, his real husband was already dead, turned into a ghost, and could not even be seen; how could one determine whether his face was cold or not?
Yan Chuan’s instinctive head shake made Tang Zhen raise an eyebrow, “Then who is it?”
Neither of them were, and with his head down, Yan Chuan mumbled quietly, “It’s my real husband.”
The one who was harmed by his lover and had to return using a reincarnation method to see him.
Real husband?
Tang Zhen’s corner of the lips twitched, momentarily caught off guard, “You have another ‘husband’?”
That was technically true.
Yan Chuan nodded and explained to Tang Zhen, “The one who had appeared in the script, claiming to be my husband—not, an NPC, he’s the counterfeit.”
“My real husband is already dead,” he stated seriously, “He just came back to find me.”
Tang Zhen:…
He straightened his lazy posture, leaning forward somewhat, “So, you have four men?”
Yan Chuan was briefly stunned by his strange interpretation before nodding, “That’s correct…”
He wondered in his heart, was Tang Zhen counting himself too? Otherwise, how could it add up to four?
However, Yan Chuan still nodded.
The corners of Tang Zhen’s lips tensed, as if he couldn’t suppress his expression, and after a pause, he asked, “Why can your husband be impersonated?”
That was the key point, and Yan Chuan replied, “Well, I think it was when I was found cheating with that counterfeit husband that my real husband was killed by both of us, and that’s when we moved into the thirteenth apartment.”
Once he began discussing the script’s background, Yan Chuan’s expression became serious.
The hypothesis was reasonable, especially since Yan Chuan had acquired this character profile of “gentle yet unfaithful.”
What was wrong with a beautiful, delicate wife having multiple husbands?
Yet, as Tang Zhen listened, he couldn’t help but wonder.
What then?
Then, when he arrived at the thirteenth apartment again, he would rekindle relationships with wild men outside, even allowing one of his lovers to become overly confident and come directly to confront the woman’s husband!
But after involving genuine and counterfeit husbands, would there be another husband cycle?
Yan Chuan had no idea what Tang Zhen was brooding over with a cold expression; he simply continued sharing his assumptions.
“But I also don’t know where that counterfeit husband went,” he recalled the man’s dark, handsome face, hesitating, “He probably doesn’t know that I’ve learned about this yet, right?”
Since he had made an excuse to kick the man off the sofa to sleep, he had not seen him since.
“Definitely doesn’t know,” Tang Zhen suddenly said, “If he knew, he wouldn’t be looking for me.”
Yan Chuan: ?
Tang Zhen explained, “Chen Sheng and Zhang Nan’s task successfully provoked the NPC in room five.”
He briefly stated, “You remember that kid, right? He is neither the first nor the last victim. The child Chen Sheng and Zhang Nan are looking for in the script is him.”
Yan Chuan’s eyes slightly widened.
“Then could the person in room five be…”
Tang Zhen looked at him and nodded, “That’s right, he is the unfortunate candidate who acquired the child’s identity.”
Yan Chuan’s eyes went wide.
“There are no minors selected in the escape variety show, so the only one who can play this identity is a contestant.”
Tang Zhen changed the subject: “In any case, I encountered your counterfeit ‘husband’.”
“He recognized that I am one of your lovers,” Tang Zhen lowered his gaze, looking indifferent, “and wanted to fight me.”
So the blood on Tang Zhen… was it from that counterfeit husband?
Yan Chuan’s heart tightened, and he hesitantly looked at Tang Zhen.
Tang Zhen: “…He’s fine, we just encountered each other and then he vanished.”
Yan Chuan paused, “That’s not what I meant.”
Tang Zhen shook his head, “In any case, I think he may have gone looking for you.”
Using the guise of someone’s husband to confront the wild man, wouldn’t he first have to find the beautiful wife?
Tang Zhen fixed his eyes on Yan Chuan’s pale cheek for a moment but still didn’t fully articulate this thought.
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