Quan Shang rolled her eyes and didn’t continue talking to Zhao Yi. She truly feared that she wouldn’t be able to resist getting physical with him.
“Amitabha, last night I divined a hexagram, and it indicates that we can only discover the truth at night.”
“So, everyone, let’s rest well during the day and come together at night to resolve this matter.”
Master Yuan De proposed to the group.
“I think that’s a feasible plan.”
Ren Huan, who had been watching the drama unfold, agreed with Yuan De’s suggestion.
The others also gradually expressed their approval, leaving Zhao Yi as the only person yet to voice his opinion.
“I’m currently too drained to help you catch ghosts, so I’ll listen to you for the time being. I hope you all manage to catch the ghost before I recover, or else I’ll be accused of trying to steal the spotlight again.”
Zhao Yi spoke in an oddly sarcastic tone.
However, deep down, he hoped that these people would quickly resolve the haunting situation. He couldn’t keep pretending to be injured; it would hurt his likability with the audience and hinder his popularity.
Eventually, everyone returned to their rooms to rest, preparing for the filming task that awaited them at night.
Song Jinshi, having slept too much in the past few days, couldn’t fall asleep at all now.
“Little Assistant, I seem to have a husband. I remember I can’t live without him.”
“He hasn’t returned home for over a day, and I haven’t contacted him. I hope my character hasn’t fallen apart?”
Lying in bed, Song Jinshi suddenly remembered his main quest in this scenario.
“No, Host, if you engage in any behavior that could break your character, I will remind you.”
With the Assistant’s response, Song Jinshi hurriedly took out his phone and sent a flurry of messages to Wei Xun.
“Hubby, I miss you so much.”
“When are you coming back?”
…
Engrossed in role-playing, Song Jinshi didn’t notice the sudden drop in temperature in the bedroom.
After sending the messages, he rubbed his arms and said, “Little Assistant, why does it feel so cold in the bedroom?”
“Host, if it’s cold, just sleep. We still need to film with the crew tonight.”
So, Song Jinshi obediently tucked himself in under the covers, preparing for the night’s events.
Finally, night fell, and everyone gathered in the living room downstairs.
“Mr. Song, if I may ask, how many bathrooms are there in your house? We’d better check them all.”
Quan Shang thought that the ghost might not only appear in one bathroom, so they needed to block all possible escape routes for the ghost.
“Three.”
Song Jinshi replied.
“Then let’s split into three groups to check those bathrooms.”
“Do you think it’s convenient for us to check the bathroom upstairs now?”
“Ah? Yes, it is.”
After thinking it over, Song Jinshi realized there was nothing personal in the upstairs bathroom.
Moreover, even if there was, they needed to check it; what if the ghost was in the upstairs bathroom and they didn’t investigate? That would be too dangerous.
Just as Quan Shang and the others were deciding who would check which bathroom, the front door of the villa swung open.
A man in a suit walked in.
With practiced ease, he walked over to Song Jinshi and wrapped an arm around his slender waist.
“We’ll check the master bathroom ourselves.”
In the end, Quan Shang, Zhao Yi, and Master Yuan De went to investigate the bathrooms on the first floor, while Ren Huan and Yuan Wen checked those on the second floor.
Song Jinshi willingly let He Zhou lead him upstairs to the master bedroom.
He Zhou didn’t rush to check the master bathroom; instead, he pressed Song Jinshi down onto the bed.
He lifted up Song Jinshi’s shirt, and upon seeing the non-self-inflicted red marks on his waist, his gaze darkened.
He had noticed the noticeable flinching reaction when he touched Song Jinshi’s waist downstairs—he didn’t miss it.
“Darling, were you obedient at home while I was gone?”
He Zhou acted quite normally, and since Song Jinshi had his back to him, he couldn’t see the cold expression in the man’s eyes.
“I was, Hubby.”
Song Jinshi squirmed slightly, wanting to get up.
But he was pinned down by the man, unable to escape his grasp.
“Oh?”
“Then tell Hubby —”
The man suddenly leaned in closer to Song Jinshi, his low and dark voice amplifying in his ear.
“Who left those marks on your waist?”
The sudden change in tone startled Song Jinshi. “I didn’t do anything with anyone else…”
He Zhou, of course, knew that Song Jinshi wouldn’t dare betray him. After all, he loved his husband deeply.
However, that didn’t mean there weren’t other clueless souls who crossed paths with his beloved.
Seeing Song Jinshi on the verge of tears made He Zhou’s voice soften a bit.
“I know you didn’t do anything, darling. Just tell Hubby who left those marks on your waist.”
Only then did Song Jinshi stop the tears that had almost fallen. When the man asked the question, he suddenly remembered something.
“I couldn’t see him. He grabbed me and scared me while I was in the bathroom. I thought I was going to die, all because you didn’t come back yesterday.”
Song Jinshi’s soft and whimpering voice lacked any real aggression, almost resembling a playful petulance.
He Zhou hugged Song Jinshi tightly, “It’s my fault, I’ll come back to be with you every day from now on.”
The man’s long fingers tapped on Song Jinshi’s waist, and his deep gaze looked toward the direction of the bathroom.
Was he already so eager to find him?
Just then, a loud bang echoed from downstairs.
Followed by Quan Shang’s loud shout of, “Don’t move!”
Song Jinshi lifted his head from He Zhou’s embrace, looking curiously toward the door.
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