The explanations felt somewhat redundant, after all, Yan Chuan did not show any signs of fear.
His impostor husband was most likely just eager to return to the room and sleep with his wife, rather than remaining alone on the couch after learning that his wife had gone out with another man.
That would be too pitiful.
As the man holding Yan Chuan had just reached the corridor leading to the room, a loud banging sound suddenly erupted from the apartment door.
“Bang bang!” It sounded as if someone was hacking at the door with a sharp instrument, hitting it forcefully enough that even the door frame shook.
Yan Chuan was startled by the noise.
He turned to the man holding him, hesitating, “Who is it?”
The man furrowed his brows, apparently unsure of what was happening either.
“Just stay in the room…” He intended to set Yan Chuan down, but his words were cut off as the noise from outside grew even louder.
In a moment of hesitation, the old door was smashed open with a loud “bang,” splitting down the middle and causing splinters to scatter across the floor.
A cloud of dust filled the air as Yan Chuan covered his nose, finally seeing who it was outside the door.
“Dan Qi…” Still held in the arms of the impostor husband, his wrist resting on the man’s shoulder, he exclaimed in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
The person who had barged in was none other than Dan Qi.
Yan Chuan was utterly confused.
Why was he here too… What was with all these men today?
And he had smashed the door to come in.
There was a thin line of blood starting from Dan Qi’s forehead, likely from when he broke the door. Though the cut wasn’t deep, it was bleeding and trickled down to the corner of his eye.
A drop of blood dampened his eyelashes, making his gaze somewhat hazy.
He responded with a deep voice, seemingly answering Yan Chuan.
Then he stood firm, not even glancing at the other man in the room, and said directly to Yan Chuan, “He’s not your husband; he’s an impostor trying to deceive you.”
Faced with Yan Chuan’s bewildered expression and the hostile glare from the man, Dan Qi, still holding a sharp object in his hand, continued, “I’m the one who is your husband!”
Yan Chuan: …?
How did he know that his husband was an impostor?
And what was with this idea of “husband” being claimed by force?
That was somewhat absurd.
Dan Qi had entered just in time to see the beautiful wife being held by a tall man, heading toward the bedroom.
The man holding Yan Chuan had sturdy shoulders, effortlessly cradling the pretty wife, and even leaned down to whisper something to him, his lips nearly touching Yan Chuan’s fair cheek.
Yan Chuan looked calm in his embrace, draping his arms affectionately around the man’s neck. Wrapped in a blanket, his graceful neck peeked out from a loose collar, and there seemed to be faint kiss marks on his collarbone.
He appeared soft and delicate in his husband’s arms, his cheeks flushed, as if something had happened on the couch.
Yet Dan Qi knew that the unsavory man before him wasn’t the real husband of the beautiful wife.
Staring at the sullen and menacing man, it was clear he was the kind of audacious person who, after deceiving his own wife, brazenly claimed to be someone else’s husband.
This was a clumsy tactic to enjoy the envy of others and the dependence of the beautiful wife.
Upon receiving this clue, Dan Qi immediately came to find Yan Chuan.
He couldn’t quite decipher whether he was more surprised or secretly delighted—surprised at exposing the lie or secretly pleased to learn that the beautiful wife’s husband was a fraud.
After this secret pleasure, of course, came the indignation.
Why should an unknown man get to embrace the beautiful wife openly while he couldn’t?
He also wanted a share, to hear his lovely, delicate wife sweetly call him husband, and to mark him with countless traces of affection.
This thought couldn’t be suppressed once Dan Qi saw Yan Chuan being held by the man.
That was why he was so emotionally charged, even considering kicking the deceiving man out on the spot.
Jealousy ignited within Dan Qi, once sparked, it could not be extinguished.
He wished the one who could shamelessly bully him would be himself.
Thus, when Dan Qi barged in, his exclamation of “I am your husband” came tumbling out.
Yan Chuan paused for a long moment before replying, “What are you talking about?”
Was this part of Dan Qi’s assignment? Why had he suddenly broken down their door and yelled, “I’m your husband”?
Moreover… Yan Chuan instinctively glanced at the impostor husband holding him; although he wasn’t the real one, Dan Qi wasn’t his true husband either, right?
Having a lover was one thing, but who had two legitimate husbands?
It was evident that Dan Qi had no idea what Yan Chuan was thinking; he spoke in a deep voice, “He caused the death of your real husband and then continued to deceive you, pretending to be your husband.”
Yan Chuan: …
He had thought his judgment was incorrect.
However, Yan Chuan hesitated; if he wasn’t mistaken, the death of his real husband was also somewhat tied to him.
In this moment of uncertainty, the man finally spoke.
“You go to the bedroom,” he set Yan Chuan down, tugged at his sleeves, his tone relatively calm, “Don’t get hurt.”
Yan Chuan stood still, watching the two men square off, attempting to intervene, “Wait…”
He cast a worried glance at Dan Qi, seeing him wipe blood from the corner of his eye, clearly prepared to confront the man. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around what was happening.
【Let them fight!】
【Uh, two men in a show】
【So many people, all of them are just the wife’s little puppies】
【Fighting is fine, but can’t you choose a time when the wife isn’t around? Aren’t you afraid of hurting her!】
【Don’t be too love-struck, I say, Yan Bao wouldn’t like this kind of person; being a dog is acceptable】
Yan Chuan felt he might just die from anxiety. Moments ago, he had been speaking civilly with his impostor husband, calming his emotions and thinking he could complete the task by asking his name.
Now… he stood to the side, witnessing the palpable tension between the two men, ready to erupt at any moment, not knowing who to stop.