Chapter 75 Part 2

Zhong Nian, who was lying on the bed with his head buried under a pillow, couldn’t hold back and yelled: “Who wants you to feed me? It’s all your fault—my mouth hurts like hell now!”

Zhong Nian rubbed his aching cheeks, growing angrier. He slapped the pillow The Man slept on to the floor.

Outside went quiet for a bit; who knew if the man felt guilty and had nothing to say.

Hearing no movement, Zhong Nian peeked his head out from under the pillow and glanced at the door.

Then The Man’s pleading voice came again: “Baby, what do I have to do for you to eat? If you’re mad at me, hit me, scold me, whatever—or kick me out of the house. Just come eat, Baby.”

Zhong Nian pursed his lips, unmoved, until he heard:

“I brought the Access Pass. Didn’t Baby want to see it? Open the door?”

Zhong Nian bolted upright from the bed.

If Mo Heng hadn’t mentioned it, he’d almost forgotten again!

This time, he didn’t hesitate. Barefoot, he thudded across the wooden floor and flung the door open.

Mo Heng stood outside, his eyes lighting up with a smile at the sight of him, calling “Baby.”

Zhong Nian held out his palm: “Access Pass. Let me see it.”

But what landed in his hand wasn’t what he wanted—it was Mo Heng’s hand.

Mo Heng pulled him toward the dining table: “Let’s eat first.”

“No.” Zhong Nian immediately scrunched up his little face, displeased. “How can you not keep your word? You promised last night to show it to me, but you didn’t.”

“Husband forgot last night.” Mo Heng’s apologetic tone sounded sincere as he sighed lightly. “Baby’s mouth was too sweet; Husband couldn’t think of anything else, just how to get close to Baby.”

“…” Zhong Nian’s ears burned as he struggled against The Man’s hand. “Fine, fine. Give it to me first; I’ll eat after I look.”

“Mm.” Mo Heng took off his jacket from the coat rack, reached into the inner pocket, and pulled out the Access Pass.

Zhong Nian took it and examined it closely, letting Mo Heng pull him to the table and seat him on his lap, focusing intently.

The Access Pass was just a card. The front had Mo Heng’s photo, name, and household number—nothing noteworthy. The back, however, had fine print: prohibitions on lending it out, report loss immediately, renew if expired, etc.

The last line bore deep thought.

—Violating Apartment Rule Article 10 will result in permanent confiscation of this pass and cancellation of Apartment residency qualifications, with the most severe punishment administered.

“Have some soup first.”

While Zhong Nian pondered deeply, a fragrant spoonful hovered by his mouth. He absentmindedly opened up and drank the savory mushroom chicken soup.

Then came a mouthful of rice with meat and vegetables.

He chewed, eyes never leaving the Access Pass, flipping it over and over.

He spotted another oddity.

At the bottom front was an embossed date.

The start time was… over a hundred years before the current game time?

Afraid he’d misread, Zhong Nian held the pass higher, angled it to the light, and confirmed repeatedly.

He stared unblinking, fingers tracing over it, while not hindering his chewing—the rice in his mouth making his cheeks move rhythmically, lips glistening with a bit of oil.

He frowned in confusion, then quickly understood.

It was just as Auntie Ruan had guessed: this Dungeon World’s timeline was continuous, so time flowed normally, and players left traces.

But core data didn’t change, so no matter how many years passed, the NPCs’ appearances stayed the same.

Having figured it out, Zhong Nian’s brows relaxed, though he still felt amazed.

If his guess was right, Mo Heng was at least over a hundred years old.

No wonder his needs were so intense after living so long without a wife; he was especially lustful…

As he inwardly grumbled, his cheek was suddenly kissed.

Zhong Nian quickly covered his face and shot Mo Heng a glare: “You kissed me out of nowhere again!”

Mo Heng’s lips curved upward in delight: “Because Little Nian kept staring at my photo—so cute, couldn’t help it.”

“…”

Zhong Nian choked, deliberately provoking: “Who was staring at your photo? It’s not even good—super ugly.”

In truth, the photo was great. The Man’s expression was stern, but his excellent features still pleased the eye.

“Isn’t it?” Mo Heng realized he’d been presumptuous but showed no embarrassment, just drooped his eyes in mock disappointment. “Alright, Hubby overthought it. Want some braised beef? It’s nutritious; Little Nian needs to gain some weight.”

“No.” Zhong Nian turned away. By now, he’d fully snapped out of it and sluggishly realized their position was improper.

Did being married mean they had to be this clingy? Even eating required being held and fed.

He wasn’t a kid.

Unable to stand it, Zhong Nian prepared to get down but paused, flipped the Access Pass to point at the last notice, and asked Mo Heng: “What does this mean?”

Mo Heng glanced: “Just what it says, Baby.”

“I mean this part; I’m not quite clear.” Zhong Nian pointed at “Apartment Rule Article 10.”

Mo Heng followed his gesture and looked closely but didn’t respond right away.

Seeing this, Zhong Nian gave up hope.

As expected, he couldn’t get answers.

“Is Baby asking about the most severe punishment?” Mo Heng asked.

Zhong Nian blinked, then nodded quickly.

It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but something was better than nothing.

“It’s very scary.” Mo Heng smiled.

Zhong Nian’s mind filled with a huge question mark: “And?”

“Baby doesn’t need to know.” Mo Heng stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. “No need to worry; Baby won’t encounter that.”

“…” Zhong Nian was speechless. “What? Brushing me off?”

Mo Heng shook his head and lifted his bowl: “Let’s keep eating.”

Zhong Nian got mad, slapped the Access Pass on the table, and pushed Mo Heng’s hand away: “Eat by yourself.”

He jumped off Mo Heng’s lap, grabbed the Mango Pudding from the table, and locked himself back in the room.

No matter how the person outside coaxed, he didn’t open the door again.

Finally, Mo Heng said from outside: “Husband’s heading to work soon. I’ll bring a surprise back after. Baby, stay home alone and be good—don’t open the door for strangers, okay?”

No response.

This time, it wasn’t intentional; Zhong Nian happily finished the Mango Pudding and fell asleep on the big bed alone.