“I do have a clue.”
Yan Mo took out his phone and searched for Yin Liuguang’s name.
Instantly, rows of introductions, biographies, and works appeared.
His expression became serious as he held the phone up for the system to see.
【Host, you’re so smart! Why didn’t I think of searching online?】
The system immediately leaned over to look.
Yan Mo spoke softly.
“Everything here about Yin Liuguang is exactly the same as in his original world. His debut date, his works, his personal history.”
“But System, I swear that when I was with Gu Yanhui, Yin Liuguang didn’t exist in this world’s entertainment industry.”
How influential was a top superstar?
In an era where the internet was everywhere, even someone like Yan Mo—who rarely went out and barely used social media—should have encountered Yin Liuguang’s name.
Seen his advertisements.
Caught glimpses of his works on television.
But he hadn’t.
During the entire year Yan Mo was married to Gu Yanhui, there had been no Yin Liuguang.
Yan Mo frowned.
“It feels as if Yin Liuguang suddenly integrated into this world overnight…”
The system: …
The system’s digital hair practically stood on end.
“And that’s not all.”
“To be safe, I searched for the others too.”
“Guess what I found?”
“The An Corporation.”
“The most famous esports player.”
“A world-renowned psychologist.”
“The Lan family…”
The young man forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
“They all appeared…”
【…】
“System.”
Shivering slightly, Yan Mo looked at the floating sphere hovering in stunned silence.
Then he spoke sincerely:
“I absolutely cannot appear in front of them.”
“And they absolutely cannot discover each other’s existence.”
If those men—with their different personalities, tempers, and overwhelming dominance—ever discovered that their boyfriend had so many exes…
Even if they had all broken up, they would never let Yan Mo go.
That situation would be hell.
A complete battlefield.
【…】
The system trembled along with him.
Laughing awkwardly, it said:
【Y-You’re joking. They won’t all appear in the same world. L-Let me investigate some more.】
Yan Mo sighed as he watched the stubborn sphere.
Then he took back his phone and started looking up flights.
Where would be safe?
Maybe Africa.
The young man thought pessimistically.
Then he decided even Africa wasn’t safe.
Maybe Antarctica.
Unfortunately, he discovered he didn’t have Australian citizenship, and flights to Antarctica required a visa.
It seemed he would have to apply for one.
Once the visa was approved, he could spend two months hiding in Antarctica.
After two months, he would finally be able to leave.
By the time Yan Mo finished making his plans, the system returned looking utterly defeated.
“How did it go?”
Yan Mo looked at it expectantly.
The system replied:
【One piece of bad news, another piece of bad news, and one more piece of bad news. Which do you want first?】
Yan Mo: “…I’d like the good news.”
【There isn’t any.】
Yan Mo: “…”
Before Yan Mo could choose, the system spoke in a dazed voice as if it had suffered a devastating blow.
【The first piece of bad news: the network has completely collapsed. We can’t contact the Main System anymore. We’re trapped in this world.】
Yan Mo: “…”
【The second piece of bad news: before losing contact, the Main System sent a warning message. It said all the worlds you conquered have mysteriously begun merging. Those men… have already started appearing in this world one after another.】
Yan Mo: “…”
The system burst into tears.
【The third piece of bad news: I tried to forcibly log us out of this world. And it failed…】
【That means even after two months pass, we might not be able to leave at all… Waaaah…】
Yan Mo: “…”
After a long silence, Yan Mo’s eyes became unfocused.
He fell backward onto the bed.
Slowly raising a hand, he covered his face.
The system, seeing this, immediately burst into louder tears.
【I’m sorry, Host! I’m useless! Waaaaah! What do we do now?!】
What should they do?
Yan Mo squeezed his eyes shut.
He looked calm.
In reality, the shock had left his mind completely blank.
Gu Yanhui.
Yin Liuguang.
An Zhihan.
And Bian Xun.
The blood slowly drained from his body.
Curling up, he felt cold from head to toe.
He remembered his past with them.
They were memories he least wanted to revisit.
If they truly met again…
What could he even say?
Could he calmly smile and say, “Long time no see”?
Those were people he had genuinely loved.
Once, Yan Mo had read a saying:
“If ex-lovers can still be friends after breaking up, then either they never loved deeply enough, or they’re using friendship as an excuse to remain attached.”
He couldn’t face them peacefully.
Especially not if they looked at him with pity.
Or indifference.
Or disdain.
Even if he claimed not to care—
Old wounds still hurt when touched.
Yan Mo didn’t sleep all night.
At six in the morning, he finally got up and washed.
The person staring back from the mirror looked exhausted.
His fair skin seemed duller after staying awake all night.
Worry lingered in his gentle, refined features.
The corners of his eyes naturally sloped downward.
People often said it was the face of someone kind-hearted.
A tiny red mole sat beneath his left eye.
His soft black hair dripped water, sliding down his slender neck and disappearing into his collar.
After standing silently for a moment, he took a deep breath.
Then washed his face thoroughly.
Changed into a black T-shirt and black sweatpants.
Put on a mask and a baseball cap.
His slim young figure looked no different from countless other boys on the street.
“Like this…”
“No one should recognize me, right…?”
Muttering quietly, he dragged his suitcase out the door.
To avoid running into anyone he knew, Yan Mo cautiously chose a taxi.
Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on his side.
Traffic delayed him for half an hour.
When he finally arrived, he asked for directions to the visa office.
Then handed over the documents he had prepared the previous day and began filling out forms.
“Where are you planning to go?”
The visa officer asked.
“Antarctica.”
The young man answered firmly.
“In that case, you’ll need a third-country visa. Which country are you planning to depart from before going to Antarctica?”
“Um…”
“This is my first time doing this.”
“Do you have any recommendations?”
The officer smiled kindly.
“Most people depart from places like Argentina in South America.”
Yan Mo nodded.
“Then Argentina.”
“Purpose of travel?”
“Photography.”
“I’m a photography enthusiast.”
After the routine questions, the officer checked his documents and said:
“The visa should take approximately fifteen business days.”
“You can check the progress online.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Yan Mo hadn’t expected it to take fifteen business days.
Frowning, he left with heavy thoughts.
【How about we leave Shanghai for now?】
“But I applied here.”
“The visa will also be mailed to Shanghai once it’s approved.”
Only Yan Mo’s eyes remained visible beneath the mask and cap.
Those eyes were full of anxiety.
The system tried comforting him.
【Come on, don’t worry so much. You woke up early and haven’t eaten anything yet.】
【Let’s go eat first, then check out nearby cities. We can stay somewhere outside Shanghai and come back when the visa arrives. We already have all our belongings with us anyway.】
Yan Mo relaxed slightly.
“I guess that’s our only option.”
Choosing a café near the embassy, they sat down for afternoon tea.
The décor and desserts immediately caught Yan Mo’s attention.
After taking a bite, he was instantly amazed.
His dark eyes brightened.
Almost unconsciously, he began wondering how the desserts were made.
When he realized what he was doing, he paused and laughed.
Originally, he had been an ordinary college student who couldn’t cook.
Later, after becoming someone’s wife through the system, he had begun learning.
The system possessed countless Perfect Wife Tips.
Everything from ironing clothes and sewing.
To home cooking, gourmet cuisine, flower arranging, tea ceremonies, and cultivating an elegant temperament.
As the years passed, although every conquest failed—
His cooking skills improved tremendously.
His temperament became more refined.
His culinary skills were nearly professional-level.
At first, he learned these things to please those men.
Eventually, he genuinely fell in love with the peaceful focus that cooking brought.
At least it wasn’t all for nothing…
Yan Mo thought.
Perhaps all the etiquette training had truly worked.
The elegance he learned had become second nature.
Even sitting quietly without speaking, his gentle and serene temperament naturally drew attention.
Such as from a table some distance away.
An Zhihan noticed one of his companions repeatedly glancing behind him.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked in fluent German:
“What are you looking at, Kenlav?”
Kenlav snapped out of his thoughts and laughed awkwardly.
Pointing behind An Zhihan, he said:
“I’m looking at him.”
“That young man.”
“Chinese people really are remarkable.”
“Even your young men possess a quality that makes people feel calm just by looking at them.”
He shook his head in amusement.
“Strangely enough, the more I look at him, the more I feel that a wife should be someone like that.”
“Like flowers.”
“Like a gentle breeze.”
“Haha, but he’s a man!”
And Kenlav wasn’t gay.
Still.
How strange.
A young man who felt like a wife…?