Although he had discovered that she had been secretly filming him…
This was after he had sent her to sleep on the couch since her fake husband returned.
In any case, it could not have been a whole night.
Besides, the man in front of her wasn’t her real husband.
Yan Chuan thought of this, feeling a bit more confident, and asked, “If you are not asleep, why not turn on the light?”
He intentionally skipped over the question of why he had come back from outside and walked over to the man, picking up the blanket that almost fell to the ground.
Yan Chuan acted like a caring wife, covering the man’s legs with the blanket and advising, “Aren’t you supposed to go to work tomorrow? Why aren’t you sleeping?”
His tone was exceedingly gentle, and his expression sincere, as he spoke with the softest voice filled with concern.
The premise was to ignore some details.
For instance, the beautiful wife’s flushed cheeks, the obvious tearing marks on the collar of her oversized nightgown, the creases wrinkled on her clothing… and the imprints appearing on her delicate collarbone.
They were bright red, clearly very fresh, and had undoubtedly been made within the last half a day.
If the beautiful wife stretched out her hand, her husband could even see distinct finger marks on her slender wrist.
The owner of those fingerprints would make the husband look everywhere in the apartment to find out who the real lover was.
It might even be the case that the marks on her collarbone and wrist were made by different people.
A very convenient way to put many environmental hats on the unfortunate husband all at once.
These traces were too obvious, visible at a glance. He seemed too lazy to conceal them, perhaps thinking that the husband wouldn’t bring it up if he saw it.
After all, she was so beautiful; simply remaining indoors would attract many admirers. She was so charming that many men would come to challenge her husband, trying to take her husband’s place, vying for that cap.
If he wanted to continue living with his wife, her husband had to understand what to see and what to ignore.
The husband of the beautiful wife could only swallow his anger and doubts, accepting her insincere concern while watching her go out again with an unknown man.
“Going to work…” The man on the couch practically ground out this sentence through clenched teeth, responding to his wife’s evasions: “I’m not sleeping because I am waiting for you.”
Is that so?
Yan Chuan blinked: “Then you should sleep earlier. In a few hours, it will be time for work.”
Perhaps touched by his words of concern, the man paused for a while before asking, “Hmm, it’s not important…”
After dismissing the importance of work, the man finally seemed unable to resist and asked, “Why were you out so late?”
Although it resembled an inquiry, there was no strength behind his words, appearing more like a timid husband confronting a flirtatious wife, cautiously questioning lest she be upset.
This was completely different from the earlier situation when he waited for Yan Chuan to please him.
“Oh, I heard some noise outside,” Yan Chuan blinked and began to fabricate, “So I went to take a look.”
He sat beside the man and said earnestly, “I even called you when I went out, but you must have been asleep and didn’t hear me.”
Yan Chuan spoke sincerely, his eyes wide with innocence, his long lashes fluttering.
After all, this wasn’t his fault.
The things he said were a mix of truth and lies, completely glossing over the real husband’s return to find him and omitting who he met and what he did afterwards.
Half-truths, but at least he hadn’t lied, as he indeed hadn’t seen anyone when he heard noise and thought to go out.
However, Yan Chuan recalled, based on Tang Zhen’s account, that at that time, his fake husband should have been occupied with fighting him.
The reason… might very well be the stubbornness of the imposter.
This answer evidently left the man unsatisfied.
How could checking the situation leave marks on the collarbone and wrist?
The man’s gaze slid down slightly and saw a faint imprint left on her pale knee.
But looking at his beautiful wife’s flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, leaning against him as if she depended on him, he could not bring himself to speak.
A husband who feared being replaced wouldn’t dare ask his wife whom she had been mingling with, right?
[Be content, your dear was even drugged, and Yan Bao still lets you remain his husband. What more can you ask for!]
[Even though your wife knows you’re a fake, she’s back home, don’t tell me you’re still unsatisfied?]
[Yan Bao’s been busy; three men have already come by this night, a complete trio! Ahh!]
[Diligent role model wife! So hardworking!]
[Sigh, fake is still fake; even inquiries lack confidence.]
In the end, to maintain their precarious marriage, the man chose to swallow his grievances.
He no longer looked at the red marks on his wife’s body, merely touched her slightly cold knee, wrapping her slender legs in the blanket.
“As long as nothing happened, that’s good.” His tone was stiff, but his actions were gentle; all his assertiveness seemed to be channeled into covering his wife snugly with the blanket.
The full belly of resentment and questions ultimately transformed into a succinct “Go back to sleep.”
Yan Chuan nodded.
He wasn’t sure if something had concluded at Chen Sheng and Zhang Nan’s end, but as he walked along, he couldn’t even discern the darkness, nor could he hear the surrounding noise.
Yet, the suffocating silence was even scarier; he had no idea where the other contestants had gathered.
What if they encountered unexpected situations or met with spirits or monsters?
Yan Chuan pondered for a moment before he was lifted up by the man.
Suddenly suspended in midair, arms around his waist, being carried, he instinctively wrapped his arms around the man’s neck.
“Sleep now,” the man lowered his eyelids, his lips pressed tight, “I’ll stay with you, don’t be afraid.”
Yan Chuan: “…Mm.”
In truth, that last statement was unnecessary.
But the man was determined, steadily carrying him toward the bedroom.
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