Thinking about this, Song Jinshi desperately wanted to know who that fake Wei Xun was. After a moment of internal turmoil, he finally raised his delicate little face.
What came into view was a familiar face.
“Hubby?”
There was a hint of confusion in Song Jinshi’s voice. Did the fake Wei Xun not use his own face?
Before the man holding him could respond, a sudden shout from outside broke the moment.
“Wife, are you asleep?”
That voice was unmistakably Wei Xun’s.
Song Jinshi was completely bewildered at this moment. The Wei Xun outside must be the fake one who had just left, but who was the person holding him?
He carefully examined the man’s face, and there was no trace of a disguise—it was as if it were his original appearance.
“What’s wrong, my little treasure? Is my face that good-looking?”
The man suddenly leaned in close to Song Jinshi’s face.
His dark eyes were fixed on him, and the cold breath brushing against his face made goosebumps surge involuntarily.
“After all, sitting in your husband’s arms while another husband is out there, aren’t you suspicious that I am fake?”
Seeing Song Jinshi’s pupils widen in fear, the man’s voice suddenly grew dark.
“You can’t even tell when your husband has been killed and mistake the murderer for your husband. Now that your husband is back to find you, why are you still afraid of him?”
“Wife?”
The fake Wei Xun outside continued to call out tirelessly.
“Isn’t my little treasure going to respond to him? Didn’t you just enjoy calling him husband?”
Wei Xun’s face in the dim light appeared almost demonic, drawing his followers into despair.
No matter how foolish Song Jinshi was, he had realized that the person in front of him was the real Wei Xun.
He was his deceased NPC husband.
The fake Wei Xun’s calls from outside were like a death knell, constantly reminding him that the Wei Xun holding him was real.
“Little assistant, little assistant! What should I do? How did this real Wei Xun die and become a ghost? I want to go back to the love area; this place is terrifying.”
Song Jinshi screamed frantically in his mind.
“Host, why not try to act cute and soft? After all, he is your husband; based on what he said, he shouldn’t kill you.”
As soon as the little assistant’s voice faded, Song Jinshi felt a stronger grip on his face.
“My little treasure, what are you thinking?”
Wei Xun looked at his beloved in his arms with obsession.
Feeling a bit of pain from the man squeezing his face, Song Jinshi frowned slightly, breathing softly.
“Hubby, it hurts.”
His eyes glistened with mist, and he softly pouted at Wei Xun.
The man did not reply, but his grip on Song Jinshi lightened considerably.
Not receiving a response made Song Jinshi a bit anxious as he widened his watery gaze.
Forgetting his fear of the ghostly man, he nervously reached out and grasped the man’s large hand that was pinching his face.
“Hubby, you’re hurting me, I’m scared.”
The voice of the fake Wei Xun grew closer, seemingly about to enter at any moment.
He could only hold onto one person to ensure he wouldn’t face a dilemma.
And now, the choice before him was clearly only one: the real Wei Xun.
At that moment, he could only hope that the fake Wei Xun wouldn’t be able to overcome this ghostly real Wei Xun.
“My little treasure, tell your husband, do you like me, or that fake?”
“I like you, hubby.”
Song Jinshi answered the man’s question without a hint of hesitation.
Wei Xun smiled gently, his mood evidently uplifted. “My little treasure, if you’re lying, I hope you can keep lying to me.”
“I’m not lying to you.”
Perhaps due to Song Jinshi’s obedient demeanor, Wei Xun gently pinched his waist before letting him go.
However, the shouting outside did not stop; in fact, it grew louder and closer, as if the voice was right near his ear.
Song Jinshi was drenched in cold sweat from his thoughts.
The fake Wei Xun had been calling for him for a long time, yet he was only shouting from outside, never coming in.
What exactly was calling for him?
“Wife.”
“Wife.”
The voices grew louder, and Song Jinshi felt the breath brushing against his ear.
A hand that didn’t belong to Wei Xun climbed up to his waist.
“Get away!”
Song Jinshi slapped his own waist in panic.
“What’s wrong?”
A familiar voice rang out in his ear.
Yuan Wen had come back to find Song Jinshi sitting on the bed, unmoving, no matter how he called him.
Song Jinshi suddenly looked up, “Where’s Wei Xun?”
Yuan Wen paused for a moment before gently replying, “Wife, I’m right here.”
Song Jinshi shook his head, twisting his body to distance himself from Yuan Wen.
“You’re not him; you’re fake. I only like my husband. My husband is Wei Xun.”
Upon hearing this, Yuan Wen’s expression darkened.
“Wife, you know?”
Ignoring his words, Song Jinshi pushed him, “Don’t come near me; my husband will be upset.”
Yuan Wen grabbed Song Jinshi’s hand that was pushing him, speaking with a hostile tone, “Your husband is long dead. What does he care?”
Song Jinshi shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks, “My husband is back; I only like my husband. Boo hoo hoo.”
Yuan Wen, who had wanted to say more, suddenly realized something.
Narrowing his eyes, he spoke in a deep tone, “Wife, has Wei Xun come back? The dead can come back, so he must have become a ghost.”