Chapter 66 Part 2

The food was standard home-style cooking from a casual diner—neither great nor bad, but oily. Zhong Nian didn’t eat much before setting down his chopsticks.

When Mo Heng asked, he said he was full and slowly sipped water while keeping him company.

Out of nowhere, Mo Heng reached over, slipped his hand under Zhong Nian’s clothes, and touched his stomach.

This time, Zhong Nian couldn’t hold back. A strange, short whimper escaped his throat. He jolted, and the cup in his hand scraped against the table.

His abdomen was extremely sensitive. The instant the man’s palm made contact, he reflexively shrank away and trembled slightly.

“You barely ate anything. Really full?” The man gently pinched the soft flesh on his belly. His gaze held only pure concern.

Zhong Nian nodded frantically. “Full, really full.”

The man watched his wife—lashes quivering, trying so hard to endure. The corner of his lips curved up almost imperceptibly, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. He slowly withdrew his hand and tugged Zhong Nian’s collar back up from where it had slipped toward his chest.

“You should eat more.”

“Okay…” Zhong Nian obediently agreed and picked up his chopsticks again.

The next second, he heard the man say in an utterly natural tone, “You’re so skinny. You wouldn’t be able to handle me in bed.”

“Clatter.”

Zhong Nian’s chopsticks fell to the floor.

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Zhong Nian didn’t recover from the shock until Mo Heng left for work at two in the afternoon.

Before leaving, the man had planted another farewell kiss on his forehead, told him to stay home and not wander around, and said, “Dressed like that, you’re not for outsiders to see.”

Zhong Nian’s mind was filled with what he’d heard at the table.

Did that mean he had to do couple things too?

【Is this instance for real?】

【No way, my wife is mine. Who gave this homewrecker permission to jump straight in? Did I agree?】

【He smiled when he touched the belly—I saw it. This guy’s no good either.】

【This NPC eats too well.】

【Can’t take it anymore. Baby, clear this instance quick.】

As the person involved, Zhong Nian naturally wanted to clear it more urgently than anyone.

Not long after Mo Heng left, despite promising to stay home, Zhong Nian immediately planned to head out.

As he changed shoes in the entryway, he inexplicably recalled what Mo Heng had said and glanced at his outfit.

It wasn’t pajamas—just normal casual clothes… How was it not suitable for outsiders?

Too lazy to change, he wanted to go downstairs and check out the surroundings more closely. He headed out and pressed the elevator button.

“Ding.” The elevator from downstairs arrived on his floor, and the metal doors slid open slowly.

Zhong Nian paused mid-step, carefully eyeing the man inside.

The man had a very comfortable-looking face—handsome features, single eyelids, pupils a warm amber color. His lips were thin but not cold; the corners naturally curved up in a faint smile, and there was a distinctive mole just below the right corner of his mouth.

His outfit was harmoniously casual too: a white thin T-shirt under an open light gray floral knit sweater with rolled-up sleeves revealing leanly muscled forearms, a silver Wristwatch on his wrist, and a book in hand that added a scholarly air.

He gave off the vibe of someone easy to talk to—gentle and clean.

As Zhong Nian sized him up, the man’s polite gaze also landed on him outside the elevator.

Clear, delicate brows and eyes, rosy lips, dressed in pale white—it was easy to imagine the lithe curves beneath the thin fabric, like a beautifully sculpted porcelain figure… So stunning it seemed out of place here.

In the subtle atmosphere, the two stared at each other, creating a strange magnetic field.

Until the elevator doors began to close automatically.

The man pressed the open button and asked in a clear, spring-like voice, “Want to come in?”

Zhong Nian, who had planned to wait for the next one, hesitated for a few seconds under the invitation and stepped inside.

The elevator descended, the LCD numbers ticking down slowly.

Zhong Nian stood in the corner, pretending to watch the floor changes while keeping the stranger in his peripheral vision.

A player?

Or a resident NPC?

The book looked like literary fiction. Something poked out of the knit sweater’s pocket.

It looked like… cat treats.

Zhong Nian concluded in his mind that the man was an NPC. Suddenly, the man spoke up.

“You live in 1603, right?”

Zhong Nian frowned slightly. “How do you know?”

“Don’t be nervous. I know the situation of every resident here.” The man smiled faintly, tucked the book under his arm, and extended his right hand toward Zhong Nian. “I’m Jiang Jingyun, the administrator in 3001. Nice to meet you.”

Zhong Nian was surprised for two seconds upon hearing his identity, then shook his hand. “Hello, Mr. Administrator. I’m Zhong Nian.”

Their hands clasped briefly and parted.

But the overly soft touch made Jiang Jingyun unconsciously curl his empty palm after letting go.

No oddity showed on his face. He continued as normal. “You and Mr. Mo just got married.”

Zhong Nian nodded. “Yes.”

“You just moved in, so you’re probably not familiar with a lot of things here. If you have any troubles or questions, feel free to come to 3001. As the apartment administrator, I’ll do my utmost to serve every resident.”

Jiang Jingyun’s tone was gentle and measured, easy to listen to, putting people at ease and fostering goodwill.

When he spoke, the little mole below his lip corner moved too, drawing the eye and holding attention effortlessly.

Unknowingly, Zhong Nian lowered his guard and listened attentively, nodding along.

“I know your husband is very busy with work and doesn’t have much time for home.” Jiang Jingyun’s gaze softened with pity as he let out a light sigh. “You’re newlyweds, yet he’s already coming and going at odd hours. It must be tough being his partner.”

Zhong Nian, who secretly hoped the man wouldn’t come home, felt a bit awkward but smiled politely. “It’s okay.”

“If Mrs. Mo feels lonely and needs someone to chat with, come upstairs to find me anytime.”

By then, the elevator reached the first floor amid the chime. Jiang Jingyun focused solely on Zhong Nian, his tone tender.

“Helping residents relieve worries and boredom is one of the administrator’s duties.”