Yanchuan was caught between two much taller men, feeling like his head was about to burst.
To make matters worse, he heard some other voices coming from the broken doorway. He stiffened, sensing a familiar chill that only came when his real husband, the ghost NPC in his reality show, arrived.
Upon turning around, he indeed saw his real husband. Simultaneously, he suddenly heard the system notification chime indicating the fourth task. “The real husband and his lovers have appeared, each wearing expressions of anger.” The cold, mechanical voice continued with an incongruent lengthy message: “They have discovered the beautiful wife’s lies. How will the fickle wife ultimately choose?”
“Please stabilize the situation and calm all the men present.”
Yanchuan: …
Why did this reality show have to join the chaos, and why did the phrasing of the mission change?
[Hmm, now it’s three men in a play]
[The real husband may be the biggest winner]
[So many people, why are they all here]
[Ah, ah, ah, it’s a battlefield plus]
[Just one more, when will they arrive (thumbs up)]
Uncertain if it was a good or bad thing, Yanchuan finally got a clear look at his real husband’s face. It resembled the photos—handsome features and tall stature, but there was a hint of darkness around his eyes, carrying a coldness that was hard to describe.
He didn’t know where he had come from, but he seemed intent on joining the fray between Danqi and the fake husband.
Yanchuan stiffened. This time, it was beyond his power to intervene. While he could at least persuade Danqi and the fake husband—after all, he could communicate with them, and there was a good chance they’d listen to him—there was no way he could reason with his real husband, who had come into play. Yanchuan stepped back, leaning against the cold wall.
The man in front of him was not only his true husband but also the one who had been harmed by his colluding lover. The lover had even pretended to be his husband and lived with him for so long.
“Who is he?” Yanchuan’s real husband glanced at Danqi and asked Yanchuan.
Yanchuan: …
He’s the new lover after moving.
However, when Yanchuan stole a glance at his fake husband, he seemed calm, likely already aware.
Suddenly, Yanchuan didn’t know how to respond. It felt like he was the only one working hard to maintain a façade, fearful of others discovering his “infidelity.”
“Um…” But maintaining his calm facade, Yanchuan had to steel himself and say, “He’s my… new lover…”
His real husband nodded, having already worn an environmental hat for things, and asked again, “Is he the only one?”
Yanchuan turned red from the question.
What? Has he accepted that he has many new lovers this quickly?
But his real husband’s gaze remained sharp on him, as did Danqi’s; their eyes locked onto Yanchuan, wanting to hear him admit to being a lover.
Yanchuan was at a loss and shook his head: “No.”
He paused and finally said, “There’s another one.”
Indeed, his real husband’s expression darkened further.
However, this was expected; his beautiful wife and lover had conspired against him and could, of course, attract other men to replace him as a “husband.”
Clearly, the impostor husband who had taken his identity would also be replaced.
The real husband threw a disapproving glance at the new impostor, wearing a mocking smile that screamed, “You have your day now.”
The impostor husband’s face fell.
Yanchuan caught sight of the brewing tension between the two men and became more anxious.
There was obviously an unresolvable contradiction among the three men, which suggested that if Yanchuan didn’t intervene, they would start brawling.
He attempted to extract himself from this atmosphere.
“Why don’t you all…”
Why not just go back, and preferably not leaving a single one behind?
Unsurprisingly, none of the three men seemed to think they should be leaving.
The real husband had the most grounds to stand on. He glanced at the two wild men attempting to overtake him before quickly shifting his gaze back to his beautiful wife.
“Go back and sleep,” his tone was gentle, “I’ll handle them.”
A small mistake from his wife could be forgiven, after all, the wild men outside were crafty and best at luring naive wives. But since he was back, he couldn’t let those wild men continue to hold onto his title.
Yanchuan: …
He knew he couldn’t leave. Not to mention the task was far from completed; if he left now, a conflict was bound to erupt among these men.
In that case, Danqi would be the one at a loss since he was the only contestant among this group.
Wait, his impostor husband’s identity was still in question.
Yanchuan felt like his head was swelling.
He approached his real husband, took the initiative to hold his hand, and when the man looked down at him, he said, “I won’t go back.”
Before his husband could respond, he stood on his toes and kissed the man’s cold cheek.
“I miss you so much,” the beautiful wife whispered softly, “Please don’t get into a conflict with them, okay?”
His soft, rosy lips brushed against the man’s cheek, leaving the real husband momentarily dumbfounded. Before he could embrace his proactive wife, she had already walked over to the next man.
He, the real husband resurrected to seek out his wife, watched helplessly as his beautiful and delicate wife told the other two men similar things, each accompanied by a light kiss.
Yet, such a seemingly perfunctory response was enough to quiet them all.