Chapter 69 Part 2

It was a man nearly thirty years old, his suit wrinkled, tie loosened haphazardly, basket full of alcohol and drinking snacks, reeking strongly of cheap cigarettes.

His eyes shifted from Mo Heng back to Zhong Nian, smiling brightly: “Rare to see you buying so much here.”

Zhong Nian felt uncomfortable, frowning displeasedly as he glanced over, then turned sideways to hide behind Mo Heng.

Mo Heng gently squeezed his hand in silent reassurance and merely gave the man a cold “Mm.”

“I heard you found a wife. I didn’t believe it at first, but seeing him, he’s a real stunner. Sigh, it reminds me of my old wife… After she was gone, I looked for ages but couldn’t find anyone satisfactory.” The man smacked his lips regretfully, then said to Zhong Nian, “Mrs. Mo, we’re neighbors. I live in 1602. Let’s visit each other more and help out, yeah?”

Mo Heng didn’t give the man a chance to say more: “We’re leaving first.”

Then he pulled Zhong Nian to checkout.

Zhong Nian obediently followed Mo Heng’s steps closely, still feeling the man’s gaze from behind.

The cashier boss greeted them with a smile: “Mr. Mo, good evening. Taking your wife out shopping?”

Compared to the “neighbor” just now, the boss looked kinder, and Mo Heng’s attitude was noticeably milder as he nodded: “Good evening.”

“Your wife is a great pick—anyone would like him. Must be happy days, huh.” The boss grabbed a handful of candy from the counter. “Consider this a welcome gift for your wife.”

Mo Heng lightly patted Zhong Nian’s back: “Thank you, boss.”

Zhong Nian followed suit: “Thank you, boss.”

The boss beamed: “Good, good, no need to thank.”

Zhong Nian secretly judged that this boss didn’t seem bad and could be worth approaching.

While waiting for the boss to tally up and bag, Zhong Nian seemed to see Mo Heng toss in a few palm-sized boxes but didn’t pay attention, assuming they were cigarettes or gum.

On the way out of the store toward the elevator, they passed a certain door that wasn’t fully closed, from which sharp voices emanated.

“You can’t even do this little thing right! Did I buy you back to be a decoration?! Now kneel over there, and you’re not eating at all tomorrow as punishment! Hear me?! Answer!”

The end of the words was followed by several vicious whipping sounds.

The one being beaten and scolded didn’t even dare cry, only squeezing out pained grunts and gasps from his throat.

Zhong Nian instinctively wanted to look inside, but a hand blocked his eyes first, pulling him forward.

Zhong Nian: “Hey…”

Mo Heng said indifferently: “That’s someone else’s family matter.”

The last three words reminded Zhong Nian. He recalled one of the apartment rules:

Do not casually interfere in other residents’ family matters, lest it cause arguments and disrupt apartment harmony.

Was this considered a family matter?

It was already at the level of domestic violence.

Calling the police… wouldn’t work either, because this was a Dungeon World.

Every key piece of information in the instance had special significance; it might not be as simple as it seemed.

“Does Little Nian want to bathe with Husband?”

The moment they got home, Mo Heng asked.

The absent-minded Zhong Nian widened his eyes: “No need! I’ll wash myself!”

He fled in panic, rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and undress, only then realizing he hadn’t brought pajamas.

Between going out naked or calling someone, he chose the latter.

He walked to the frosted glass door and promptly got stuck on the first step.

It wasn’t shyness, mainly he didn’t know how to address the other.

He had avoided it all day. Calling him by name felt too distant and probably didn’t fit the role. Calling him Husband… he absolutely couldn’t say it.

In his dilemma, a shadow appeared on the frosted door, followed by the man’s voice: “Did Little Nian forget to bring clothes?”

Zhong Nian quickly responded: “Mm!”

He came at just the right time.

“I brought them for Little Nian. Open the door.”

Zhong Nian cracked the door open just a sliver, extending a dripping jade arm, his pale pink fingers beckoning: “Hand them over.”

A scorching hot palm grabbed his hand first, then slowly passed the clothes into his palm.

“No need to thank.”

When the man withdrew his hand, much of the water droplets on Zhong Nian’s hand were taken away too.

Zhong Nian changed, wiped the fog from the mirror, and checked if he had put on the pajamas properly.

The pajama collar was a bit low, slightly revealing the scratches on his chest.

Having touched water, the wounds had turned a bit white, showing tender pink flesh beneath.

Zhong Nian touched them; they didn’t hurt much, so he lazily skipped medicine, pulled the collar up a bit, hugged his changed clothes, and went out.

Mo Heng, waiting at the door, reached out: “I’ll take them to wash.”

“Oh… thanks.”

After this day, Zhong Nian realized Mo Heng really loved doing housework.

Going out, he saw that while he bathed, the man had sorted and stored all the shopping items, collected the laundry from the balcony, folded or hung it back in the closet, and even put the trash from the bin by the door for tomorrow morning’s disposal on the way to work… He truly never idled.

Zhong Nian felt tired just watching and thought since Mo Heng loved it, let him do it.

He returned to the bedroom and inadvertently glimpsed those familiar palm-sized boxes—unclear if cigarettes or gum—now on the bedside table.

Why pile them here messily?

This didn’t seem like something the meticulous Mo Heng would do.

He picked them up and realized something was off.

0.01 Ultra-Thin Spiral Mint Condoms, Ultimate Experience…

Once he realized what they were, Zhong Nian flung them away like hot potatoes.

With his face burning, he took a few breaths to calm down, then decisively got out of bed, stepped on the vanity, retrieved the dagger hidden on the air conditioner, and tucked it under the pillow.

Afterward, he glared at that pile.

So many, all displayed openly, as if they planned to use them all in one night.

Utterly insane.