— “The副本 boss is my wife’s dead husband, how exciting!”
— “I heard rumors that other players’ tasks involve inheriting estates; the more inheritance someone gets, the higher their score.”
— “Hehe, the most important and sweetest inheritance has to be my beloved wife, Sòng Jǐnshí.”
The audience may be a bit twisted, but they are quite reliable.
They rushed to Hè Zhōu’s livestream, fervently spamming him.
—”Hè Zhōu! Hurry and save your wife! Don’t say we didn’t remind you!”
—”Quick, quick, quick! Hè Zhōu, go! Your wife is crying from being bullied!”
—”For now, I’ll allow you to be my wife’s husband too, so hurry and save my Sòng Jǐnshí!”
Hè Zhōu had been sitting downstairs, leisurely drinking water while listening to others analyze the situation.
But suddenly, he saw a flood of barrage messages and the screen filled with “Save my wife!”
The glass cup in his hand shattered from his grip.
He stood up abruptly, striding toward the master bedroom on the second floor.
Somehow, Yuán Wén, who usually ignored others, followed him closely.
The closed door was pushed open with a force.
The two men immediately saw the scene inside.
Sòng Jǐnshí lay on the bed with a flushed face and tears in her eyes.
Red marks were tightly etched around her wrists and ankles.
The culprit had long vanished the moment the door opened.
Hè Zhōu walked briskly to the bed, taking in the scene before him.
He couldn’t tell if it was desire or rage, but he wrapped Sòng Jǐnshí in the blanket and growled at the man who had followed him, “Get lost.”
Yuán Wén, dazed, walked out, not even realizing his own limbs were moving as he did.
At that moment, his mind was filled with the tempting image of the foolish Sòng Jǐnshí lying on the bed, flushed, and he involuntarily swallowed hard.
Yet, remembering that he could openly embrace the man, he thought he needed to implement his plan swiftly.
After Yuán Wén left, Hè Zhōu held Sòng Jǐnshí in his arms, one hand supporting her rounded bottom.
“What’s wrong, my dear? Why are you crying like this?”
Hè Zhōu pushed down his own displeasure; the most important thing now was to calm Sòng Jǐnshí.
“Hubby~ There’s a monster. It tied me up and kept saying I belong to it.”
Perhaps she had been overly frightened; Sòng Jǐnshí wholly depended on Hè Zhōu now, as if he was her entire world.
Naturally, Hè Zhōu was pleased by her reaction, his hand gently rubbing her waist marked with impressions.
He uttered something unrelated to the current situation.
“My dear, will you come along with your hubby later?”
He thought that since this little NPC had become his wife, she belonged to him, so bringing her out of the副本 and letting her follow him afterward was only right.
Sòng Jǐnshí’s dazed mind finally woke up a bit.
She realized she couldn’t follow him; if she did, her player identity would be exposed, and when the man found out she had deceived him, he would definitely retaliate fiercely.
But despite thinking this way, Sòng Jǐnshí couldn’t voice it out, “Wherever you go, I will go too.”
Soon, she wrapped herself around Hè Zhōu and fell asleep.
Once Sòng Jǐnshí was asleep, Hè Zhōu began to carefully observe the marks on her body.
So many visible marks; how many more were hidden?
The sleeping Sòng Jǐnshí had no idea that Hè Zhōu had seen all of her.
That night, Sòng Jǐnshí had a strange dream.
She dreamt that Wèi Xún had multiplied into many versions of himself, each claiming to be the real Wèi Xún while insisting that others were fake, and all of them wanted to pull her onto the bed to do unspeakable things.
Sòng Jǐnshí struggled desperately and woke up at the moment she was pressed onto the bed.
Startled awake, Sòng Jǐnshí could no longer sleep. She wanted to go to the bathroom but heard a voice from there just as she was about to get up.
“You are already dead; stop thinking about coming back.”
“I will inherit everything you have, including your fragile and pitiful little wife.”
This was a completely unfamiliar voice to Sòng Jǐnshí.
“I will kill you!”
“She is my wife! Even if I die, she is still mine! You can never replace me.”
This was a voice she was very familiar with—Wèi Xún.
“Can’t you see? Your little wife is quite dependent on me; she didn’t even recognize I’m fake, or perhaps she did recognize it but accepted me, didn’t she?”
Hearing this, Sòng Jǐnshí suddenly recalled the appearances she had seen that night.
The one who had stayed by her side these past few days was not Wèi Xún.
She angrily thumped her head, not understanding why she had forgotten such an important thing.
“Host, I sealed your memories temporarily because I was afraid this would affect your task. After all, when you had no memories, you acted like a good little wife.”
“I studied this a few days ago; as long as others think he is Wèi Xún, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter who is inside, as long as there is the identity of Wèi Xún. If you portray the wife to the end, we can all perfectly clear the game.”
But Sòng Jǐnshí clearly did not think so; Wèi Xún could be anyone, but he must not be this monster. What if he decided to kill her someday?
Until the fake Wèi Xún returned, Sòng Jǐnshí was still pondering on how to resolve this matter in her mind.
She felt the weight beside her slightly pressing down, and Sòng Jǐnshí stiffened.
Thankfully, once the man held her in his arms, he didn’t do anything else.
The next day, Sòng Jǐnshí woke up and did not find Wèi Xún in the villa.
She anxiously paced back and forth in the yard, wanting to escape from this fake Wèi Xún, but was terrified he would kill her.