Yao Nana sat nearby with her legs crossed, arms folded, looking disdainful. “A Wen, I’m not trying to lecture you, but there are so many men in the world. How can you be sure it’s him at just 19? Your husband definitely isn’t a good guy. He just saw you were young and inexperienced and took the chance to tie you down.”
Wen Di grew angry. “But my husband is only 21, just two years older than me. He’s not much more experienced than I am.”
Yao Nana: “That just proves he’s problematic. Would a normal person be in such a hurry to marry you? Couldn’t even wait for you to graduate? He’s only 21—how can he be so sure you’re the one for life?”
Wen Di flushed with frustration. “By your logic, I’ve trapped my husband too!”
Yao Nana rolled her eyes. “Are you love-struck?”
As soon as Yao Nana finished speaking, the tightly shut door suddenly slammed open with a loud bang, hitting the wall with a crash.
Yao Nana screamed in fright, trembling so hard she nearly slid to her knees.
The atmosphere in the room instantly turned eerie.
Silence fell over everyone.
The curtains, which had been still all along, suddenly billowed.
A flash of white light, and the curtains moved so fast they wrapped around Yao Nana, who was sitting right by the window. Yao Nana struggled desperately in terror.
Wen Di was also frightened, his face pale as he stood frozen in place.
But just a second later, the wind vanished, and the curtains retracted from Yao Nana’s neck.
Yao Nana cried and scrambled toward the door, only for it to slam shut just as she reached it.
She fell to the floor, sobbing hysterically.
Trembling, she clung to Liu Yajun’s leg, the closest person to her.
Liu Yajun mustered his courage to help her up, but a flicker in his peripheral vision scared him so much he stumbled and fell, his voice trembling. “The curtains… there’s someone behind the curtains!”
Everyone looked over and saw a human figure distinctly outlined against the supposedly flat curtains!
Under the bloody light, the shadow stood tall and clear!
The height was unmistakably that of an adult man!
Shen Wangqing’s eyes turned cold as he murmured, “Fei Xuyao…”
Wen Di shivered, his legs going weak…
Another silent gust of wind swept past. Wen Di didn’t move, only feeling the hair on his forehead stir. A whisper, too faint to hear, seemed to brush his ear, and his cheek felt a soft, almost imperceptible touch.
“The figure’s gone!”
Liu Yajun shouted, collapsing back into his seat.
But Wen Di remained rigid. Slowly, he raised a hand to touch his cheek…
That sensation… it felt like… like…
Could it be… could it be his dead husband…
But… but his husband would never kiss him…
He wouldn’t even kiss him when he was alive, let alone after death…
[Wake up.]
193’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
Wen Di snapped back to reality. Seeing the chaotic scene, as the only NPC, he had to stabilize the situation!
“I told you all before, but you wouldn’t believe me. Now you’re scared? If you want to live, listen to me carefully.”
Yao Nana was still crying, helped up by Liu Yajun and seated back in her chair.
Wen Di felt a pang of pity seeing her cry.
Why did his dead husband have to scare a girl like that? Just because she said a few bad things about him? So what if she did—she wasn’t wrong! He was never a good guy to begin with!
“It seems our team-building activity has an audience,” Shen Wangqing remarked calmly from the side, appearing completely unfazed.
“Alright, next question. We still have more exciting segments ahead!” Wen Di returned to his seat.
As seasoned Players, Yao Nana and Liu Yajun were momentarily startled but quickly regained their composure, their ability to stabilize their emotions far surpassing that of novices.
After all, experienced Players knew that emotional breakdowns were the greatest taboo in an Instance!
The next question came from Fu Zhen.
All eyes turned to him.
Everyone secretly anticipated what he might ask.
This was Fu Zhen, after all—the top-ranked Player on the leaderboard! Though he spoke little, his words cut straight to the heart of matters.
They hoped he would ask something that could tear a hole in this damn Instance, allowing them to rip through the veil and escape as soon as possible!
Fu Zhen remained composed, his expression indifferent as he spoke coldly under everyone’s gaze: “I must remind you, Mr. Fei cannot be called your husband—he is your ex-husband. Since a death certificate has been issued, the binding relationship between you has been dissolved.”
“…”
The room fell silent for three seconds. Shen Wangqing blinked, stroked his chin, and narrowed his fox-like eyes meaningfully.
Upon hearing this, Lu Jieyang didn’t find it inappropriate; instead, he felt a sense of relief—he had wanted to say this damn thing for so long! Husband, husband?? He’s dead! The title of husband should go to someone else now! That dead ghost can get lost!
While cursing inwardly, he stole a glance at Wen Di. Seeing his cup was empty, he immediately poured him a fresh, hot cup. Watching Wen Di’s rosy lips, he almost wished he could bring the cup to his mouth.
Liu Yajun, however, spoke bluntly: “What’s wrong with how he wants to address him? What does their relationship have to do with us?”
A loving couple suddenly separated by death—what’s wrong with calling him that? Besides, how he addresses him has nothing to do with clearing this Instance!
Or perhaps Fu Zhen had some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, needing to correct even matters of social etiquette?
Wen Di was also taken aback, never expecting that even how he addressed his husband would be criticized. He retorted hastily, “He is my husband! Even if he’s dead, I’ll always be with him!”
The curtains inexplicably fluttered again, as if responding to his words.
Wen Di sat back down, feeling somewhat guilty.
Beside him, Lu Jieyang’s expression darkened, his eyes turning sinister as he gritted his teeth. Then, as if nothing had happened, he looked at Wen Di, propped his chin on his hand, and smiled. “Wen Wen, you and your ex-husband were that close?”
Wen Di glanced at him and lifted his chin. “Of course.”
“Alright, hurry up and ask your questions! Don’t stray off-topic anymore!” Wen Di feigned impatience.
Fu Zhen remained silent for a moment before suddenly standing up and walking over to Wen Di. He leaned down, staring at him—a posture reminiscent of a lawyer interrogating a witness.
No one could remain calm under the gaze of those cold, hawk-like black eyes.
Wen Di shrank back fearfully as Fu Zhen’s lips parted and he asked:
“Did you and your ex-husband ever sleep together?”
The moment these words were spoken, Lu Jieyang exploded. He shot to his feet, stepped over, and shoved Fu Zhen aside, positioning himself protectively in front of Wen Di.
“Are you fucking insane? How dare you ask such a question? Do you have any decency?”
Liu Yajun also found it hard to believe, feeling as though a great opportunity had been wasted. He couldn’t help but angrily say, “How could you ask such a question? Even if you’re interested in someone, you can’t just start with such a shocking question, right? Look how scared you made them!”
“Such a good opportunity, and you ask this?”
“Besides, they’ve been together for over a year and are deeply in love. Isn’t it normal for them to have slept together?”