“Stop arguing,” the beautiful wife said, her expression both gentle and troubled, her brows slightly furrowed. “I like you all and don’t want to hurt any of you.”
She held onto her real husband’s wrist, standing in front of her impostor husband, still remembering how she had said this clearly, word by word.
Surrounded by three tall men, the beautiful wife showed no sense of dissonance, her face serious as she addressed them.
“If any of you get hurt,” Yan Chuan said, “I will feel sad.”
【Ahhh, the baby is making me laugh to death】
【Loving the wife’s statement】
【Yan Bao: You are all my wings】
【Wife, you are so naughty, so bad, shouldn’t Tang also get another kiss?】
The atmosphere fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Although Yan Chuan internally criticized his words, he maintained a calm demeanor, his face showing no signs of embarrassment.
Fortunately, he soon heard the reminder that the task was complete.
While his comforting actions were quite… flirtatious, he had successfully finished the mission.
Plan successful.
Yan Chuan sighed in relief and, as if tossing aside something once it was used, attempted to let go of his real husband’s hand.
Before his real husband could react, the impostor husband grabbed his wrist.
The impostor husband’s grip was firm, his gaze serious. “Do you really like me?”
Yan Chuan nodded.
The gloomy yet handsome man stared at him intensely, as if wanting to engrave his face deeply into his memory.
“You forgot…,” he said cryptically, “My name is the same as your husband’s. It was because of this that you mistook someone else for him…”
“Forget it…” After a long, deep look at Yan Chuan, the impostor husband finally released his hand.
Yan Chuan: ?
Is there a plot twist here… No, did he just tell him his name?
The author has something to say:
This world is coming to an end, so I will write a chapter about the real world first, where Yan Bao watches in the live streams and forums.
The next world is tentatively titled [Live Show Operation]. Yan Bao will be a cross-dressing small anchor who tricks men into showering him with gifts!
Chapter 33: The Real World
In summary, Yan Chuan has learned the impostor husband’s name.
He carefully calculated: apart from Dan Qi and Tang Zhen, both his real husband and the impostor husbands shared the same name.
Called “Su”?
This term seems more like a nickname or simple alias, not an actual name for calling someone.
But putting aside what it is called, why do both his real and impostor husbands share the same name?
Yan Chuan recalled the impostor husband’s words.
Because of the name mix-up…
Is this the beginning of their “acquaintance” in the script?
His real husband and impostor husband work in the same place. When he went looking for someone, the messenger mistakenly found the wrong person, leading them to meet?
After some thought, Yan Chuan felt that this was a valid possibility.
Afterward, he ended up with the impostor husband, deeply involved emotionally, all while still being his real husband, allowing the impostor to take the lead.
This led to their moving into Apartment No. 13 and experiencing a series of events.
Yan Chuan was unaware of this, but he had already completed his second task. Soon, he heard the reminder of the escape game.
“Ding,” the system’s cold prompt rang out: “Script [Apartment No. 13] completed, task verification in progress.”
Yan Chuan was startled.
“Player ID 43786, script identity: a seemingly gentle but cheating wife.”
“Role-playing level: 100%”
“Task completion rate: 100%”
“Achievements gained: master of using beauty to deceive men, skilled at infidelity.”
“Total points: four thousand, surpassing 99% of participants. You are still ninety-six thousand points away from your goal. Please work harder, Player 43786.”
The mechanical voice reported in a flat tone, and despite the slow speed, Yan Chuan felt somewhat dazed.
Had he completed his task?
Before he could even confirm with the escape game, the scene before him shifted, the faces of several men blurring, and the sounds around him growing indistinct.
The escape game was very efficient; once the task was completed, it transported the player back to reality.
Yan Chuan couldn’t even ask a single question.
The last thing he remembered was the deep, enigmatic gaze of the impostor husband.
***
“Mr. Yan?”
The familiar voice of the nurse rang in his ears, startling Yan Chuan as he raised his head to meet her concerned gaze.
“You’ve been sitting by the window for quite some time,” the young nurse asked. “Aren’t you cold?”
“…What?”
Yan Chuan realized he was sitting in his usual hospital suite.
One moment, he had been in the chaotic scene of the escape game, face to face with three men; the next, he was back in the quiet, tidy sanatorium, the familiar nurse asking him with concern.
Had the first script been completed?
Images of the script uncontrollably flooded Yan Chuan’s mind.
The script titled [Apartment No. 13] unfolded in visual form, frame by frame, playing out like a movie.
Yan Chuan was forced to watch.
A familiar yet strange apartment building appeared before him, the script’s No. 13 building, looking newer than he remembered.
It looked like a scene from a few years ago.
As the image shifted, it cut straight to the window, crammed with densely populated residents. Yan Chuan noticed a few close-up shots that matched the identity he had as a contestant.
Anxious expressions on couples looking for their child, who, despite being in their forties, already had graying hair. The door was always closed, creating a strangely tense atmosphere of “three generations under one roof.” A young couple arguing, with the boyfriend both threatening and coaxing, dragging her off somewhere…
There was also a pair passionately kissing in the hallway, and the previous shot even showed the beautiful wife saying goodbye to her husband with a smile, reminding him to come back early.
Uncertain if it was to cater to the identity assigned to the contestant, Yan Chuan distinctly felt that this shot lingered for quite some time, with even two small split screens. One showed someone quietly strumming a guitar while staring at a photo on the table, and the other featured a rough-looking man spying on the life of the young wife.