Yan Chuan thought for a moment: “You found me…”
Should he go back then?
The fake husband was also one of the spirits, and his resentment was not small compared to that of the real husband. If he returned and saw that he was gone, he would probably go mad.
But he was still at Tang Zhen’s place.
As Yan Chuan hesitated, Tang Zhen noticed his dilemma and asked, “Are you going back?”
His tone was flat, and Yan Chuan couldn’t discern his emotions, unsure whether to nod or shake his head.
“Let’s go,” Tang Zhen stood up and said to Yan Chuan, “I’ll take you back.”
Yan Chuan paused.
“Thank you.” He hesitated but still managed to say the words.
“No need to thank me,” Tang Zhen reached the door and in the half-lit atmosphere, Yan Chuan heard him say, “If you want to thank someone, thank me for the identity I obtained that is not your husband.”
Yan Chuan looked at him in confusion.
Is he implying that the identity he obtained was just one of the lovers?
【Hmm… If he hadn’t said the first part, I would have thought he had a guilty conscience.】
【Understanding him, does it mean that if he obtains the identity of Yan Bao’s husband, he would have dealt with Yan Bao harshly today?】
【This kind of comment is really strange, referring to expressions that cannot be released in limited bullet screens.】
Leaving was one thing, but what about his photo…
Yan Chuan glanced at Tang Zhen and then at the photo on the table.
Noticing that Tang Zhen was silent and was about to open the door, Yan Chuan felt a bit anxious. “What about the photo?”
Tang Zhen finally showed a hint of expression.
His hand was already on the doorknob, and he flashed a teasing smile at Yan Chuan: “No way.”
Tang Zhen spoke slowly, almost sensibly: “If you want to leave, fine, but can we not even keep the photo?”
Yan Chuan: …
So he isn’t planning to play along at all?
His feelings were complicated, and he turned away, not wanting to look at Tang Zhen.
Yet, Tang Zhen chuckled, leaning closer to him.
Yan Chuan took a few steps back until his back was against the door.
The corridor was still empty, with only a dim light leaking from the door, creating a vague and murky atmosphere.
Tang Zhen leaned in closely, using his height to corner the confused beautiful wife.
His movements were neither hasty nor slow, yet he reached out, solid shoulders and strong arms forming a prison of sorts.
“You…” Yan Chuan watched Tang Zhen’s indifferent face slowly approach, finally seeing the obscure emotions in his eyes.
He stopped speaking as the heated breath brushed against his earlobe.
Tang Zhen leaned in and whispered something in Yan Chuan’s ear.
It was said in a breathy tone, so soft that only Yan Chuan knew what he was saying. The audience in the livestream had been anxiously waiting but couldn’t catch what he said.
All they could see from their perspective was the delicate earlobe of Yan Chuan slowly turning red, resembling the color of ripe berries.
Yan Chuan was rendered speechless.
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Guess what Tang Zhen said.
Chapter 32: Apartment 13
【Is anyone skilled at lip-reading? Caught a frame to decode together.】
【Wow, Yan Bao’s face suddenly went so red. What on earth did he say that was so outrageous?】
【Feels like it was something along the lines of “if you were my wife, you’d definitely be bullied and your belly would swell up.”】
【To put it bluntly, wanting to *have fun with his wife.】
After saying that, Tang Zhen took Yan Chuan back.
He appeared completely unfazed, showing no trace of any other emotions, his expression flat, entirely unaware he had just said something outrageous.
Even his tone was very plain, and Yan Chuan couldn’t grasp what he was saying at first.
Yan Chuan pursed his lips, following Tang Zhen.
He couldn’t help staring at Tang Zhen, fearing his gaze would be too obvious, giving Tang Zhen the chance to seize on his own vulnerability and utter something scandalous.
Yan Chuan felt that climbing the stairs had never made him so uneasy before.
He thought for a long time, the words of Tang Zhen echoing in his ears. With such a cold expression, how could his words carry a hint of warmth?
Is this too perverse?
Yan Chuan’s wild thoughts persisted until the moment he opened the door to his apartment.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, he had Tang Zhen turn back at the stairwell.
He opened the door, and with a twist of the doorknob, everything seemed to return to normal, the door opening effortlessly.
The living room was dark, and Yan Chuan felt along the wall for the switch and turned on the light.
But then he suddenly heard a voice.
“Back already?”
He followed the sound and met the gaze of the man sitting on the sofa in the living room.
The man, with handsome features and a gloomy aura, sat on the sofa with his arms resting, fixated on Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan: …
He moved his lips and took a while to respond with a simple “uh-huh.”
The one sitting on the sofa was his fake husband.
The man who claimed to be his real husband, reveling in pretending to be a loving couple in the apartment.
Perhaps one should say he was an NPC in the escape variety show, or a contestant.
Yan Chuan paused for a moment before finding his voice again.
He slowly walked to the front of the sofa and quietly asked, “Why are you still awake?”
The fake husband fixed his gaze on him.
Whether it was Yan Chuan’s illusion or not, he seemed to perceive a hint of disarray on that particularly pale and handsome face.
Almost as if… he had been sitting there waiting for him all night without sleeping.
Considering the man’s posture in the darkness, it was as if he had seen his wife cheating and could only sit there ineffectively waiting for her to return home after her escapades.
Yan Chuan timely stopped that line of thought.
Firstly, he was not a cheating wife; at most, he was mistaken about his identity in the escape variety show, which led him to this identity. Secondly, the man before him had not been waiting for long.
In fact, when Yan Chuan calculated, it had only been about three or four hours.
He was busy, first asking the shadow for his name, and then encountering a plot twist, meeting Tang Zhen.