Does the Honest Holy Father Have to be a Heartthrob Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

The door was opened from the outside.

It was already late, yet the villa remained shrouded in darkness without a single light on. Only the sound of shallow breathing drifted from the expensive rosewood sofa in the living room. Several tall silhouettes were faintly visible, resembling wolves hunting in the shadows, silently sizing up the young man who had just entered.

Lin Min was completely unaware of their presence.

He entered carrying a bouquet of fresh lilies. Although he could not see due to his blindness, his first instinct upon entering was to feel his way to the switch and turn on the light. The moment the light flickered on, his gentle and beautiful face was fully exposed to the dark, scrutinizing gazes surrounding him.

“I wonder when Mingyuan will be home. This time, he should finally believe that I did not forget our wedding anniversary,” Lin Min said with a smile. He placed the flowers on the entryway cabinet and leaned down, feeling around to change into his slippers.

However, the moment he crouched, the smile on his face turned into a look of doubt. Lin Min tilted his snow-white, beautiful face upward and stood up with some confusion as he moved his foot slightly to the side. “Has Mingyuan returned? Why is there a pair of leather shoes here?”

In this house, only Xie Mingyuan wore leather shoes. Lin Min rarely went out, and even when he did, he preferred comfortable sneakers. He could clearly feel that the size of these shoes was much larger than his own.

“Mingyuan, are you back?” Lin Min called out, guessing his husband had returned from a business trip. “Are you in the shower?”

He blinked his vacant eyes dully, failing to notice the gazes fixed on him or the black lacquered wooden box on the living room table. In the center of the box, within a circular groove, sat a handsome yet gloomy black-and-white photograph of his husband, Xie Mingyuan.

Receiving no response, Lin Min merely pursed his thin lips with a hint of disappointment. He felt his way up and began to take off his rain-dampened trench coat. His fingers were somewhat unresponsive due to the cold, occasionally brushing against the slightly damp white sweater underneath. This caused his slender body to shiver slightly beneath the fabric.

With sightless eyes, Lin Min fumbled to hang the coat on the rack. During the movement, the hem of his sweater rode up, revealing a small sliver of porcelain-white skin that was dazzlingly bright under the light. The gazes that were originally filled with scrutiny involuntarily dropped to that narrow waist.

The three top-tier players, who usually clashed whenever they met, now held their breath simultaneously. Their dark eyes were fixed on that slender waist. They were only here following system requirements to play through the introductory plot of this instance. None of them expected the dungeon boss to have a wife, let alone that the wife was a man.

The waist was so narrow it could be held in one hand, appearing so thin that it seemed difficult for him to contain anything. It was hard not to imagine how this gentle, beautiful widower had been coaxed into his husband’s arms—wanting to escape but unable to see, fed until he could take no more.

Now, with his husband gone and his eyes blind, he possessed zero safety awareness because he had been pampered for so long. He had not even realized other men had entered the house. If someone were to coax him now and kiss him until his tongue went soft, he would likely think it was just his husband and obediently open his mouth.

In such a horrific world, where could this beautiful, fragile widower turn for protection now that his shield was gone?

Zhou Jin found the situation interesting. Watching the husband walk toward the living room clutching the flowers, he stared at that beautiful, pale face and smiled, revealing sharp canines. Just as he made a slight noise to startle the man, something unexpected happened.

Lin Min, startled by the sudden sound, lost his balance. His thin frame swayed, and he tumbled directly into the arms of Fu Chenyuan, who was closest to him. The collar of his soft sweater fell open slightly with the movement, revealing snow-white, delicate skin that made one’s head spin.

The husband was entirely unaware of the situation. After a brief moment of daze, a smile actually appeared on his beautiful face. He nuzzled his cheek affectionately against the man’s chest. “Mingyuan, why did you not say anything? Are you still angry?”

Lin Min did not notice the strange atmosphere; he thought Xie Mingyuan was still upset about the anniversary. He assumed the silence was intentional. Although Xie Mingyuan was a few years younger than him, he was usually steady and rarely so childish. Lin Min realized he was indeed bad at saying no to others and had almost gone out to dinner with a younger neighbor on their wedding anniversary.

Lin Min felt a slight sense of guilt. Fortunately, he was well-versed in soothing his partner. He habitually tucked the flowers into the man’s arms. As if acting spoiled with a man younger than himself was embarrassing, the beautiful husband’s ear-tips turned red. He bashfully rubbed his pointed, snow-white chin against the firm muscles beneath him.

The entire living room fell into an eerie, dead silence.

All the players were stunned. Even the playful smirk on the face of Zhou Jin, who had been planning a prank, vanished instantly, leaving his sharp canines exposed in a somewhat comical fashion.

As for Fu Chenyuan himself, his body stiffened imperceptibly the moment the man lunged at him. He could clearly feel the softness of the person in his arms and smell the fragrance in his hair. The husband’s beautiful face was buried in his chest, mumbling about recent events. As if truly used to being pampered, he even grabbed the man’s fingers and toyed with them, a small, intimate gesture between a couple.

Meanwhile, the man’s actual husband—the boss of the organization this character belonged to—might have his soul staring grisly from somewhere in this house, watching Fu Chenyuan hold his wife, ready to tear him to pieces at any moment.

Fu Chenyuan, whose handsome face usually wore a gentle smile, stared at the husband’s fragile neck. He did not push him away immediately, nor did he play along. In his bottomless dark eyes, a trace of very faint surprise flashed, followed by a deeper sense of intrigue.

Receiving no response, Lin Min looked at Fu Chenyuan with vacant eyes and sighed. “I really did not forget on purpose. Look, I even bought flowers for you.” He tilted his snow-white face up, attempting to kiss the corner of his husband’s mouth as he usually did, habitually trying to soothe a jealous man.

Warm breath was inches away. Just as those soft lips were about to touch Fu Chenyuan’s skin, a large hand with well-defined knuckles suddenly rose, precisely covering Lin Min’s mouth and pulling him back. The burning palm blocked Lin Min’s kiss and squished the soft flesh of his lower face, preventing any further proximity.

“He is not your Mingyuan.”

A voice filled with playful mockery broke the subtle tension. Zhou Jin had approached at some point. He leaned over with a fake smile, sizing up the face that was barely the size of his palm and pinching the soft flesh on the husband’s cheek. His gaze toward Fu Chenyuan was full of malice.

This little widower wanted to find a new backer but did not even know how to pick a reliable one. What was the use of picking this hypocrite? Anyone who ended up in Fu Chenyuan’s hands was destined to be cannon fodder.

Lin Min finally realized something was wrong. There was more than one person here. This realization made him freeze. He abruptly released his hold on Fu Chenyuan and tried to stumble back in a panic, but his wrist was steadily caught by a large, warm hand that helped him stand straight.

Then, a magnetic male voice sounded: “My apologies, I did not make myself clear just now. I am Mr. Xie’s subordinate, Fu Chenyuan. I regret to inform you this way, but Mr. Xie passed away after a failed resuscitation following an accident. The three of us have brought him back according to his will.”

Lin Min was led to a seat in a daze, and a cup of warm water was placed in his palm. His head spun, not just because of Xie Mingyuan’s sudden death, but because of the name Fu Chenyuan.

It is over, System. I mistook the protagonist for the dungeon boss.

The script says these players are incredibly vengeful and do not view NPC characters as humans at all!

And he had just kissed and hugged him. Would the protagonist kill him off right now?

Indeed, Lin Min was a transmigrator. In his past life, he was a somewhat famous painter who died in a car accident. While dying, he was picked up by a passing Quick Transmigration Administrator. He was told that if he bound to the Saint System and completed the corresponding tasks, he could earn a chance at resurrection.

This was Lin Min’s first world: an Infinite Flow novel with horror and thriller elements. The protagonist, Fu Chenyuan, appeared to be a gentle, sophisticated gentleman. In reality, he was cold-blooded and arrogant, treating life-and-death dungeons like a game. He cared nothing for the lives of other players, let alone the NPCs, whom he treated as mere tools for clearing levels.

The Death Anniversary scenario he was in was an S-rank dungeon experienced by Fu Chenyuan. Lin Min’s role was a blind husband NPC meant to provide clues. He was a gentle, kind-hearted man—a total pushover who helped players unconditionally, only to die at the hands of his ghost-husband boss.

Lin Min had not expected that after being in a relationship and getting married to the dungeon boss for a year and a half without issue, his life would be at risk the very day the players arrived. An early death would count as a mission failure!

Lin Min felt anxious, but he also felt a pang of sadness thinking about the deceased Xie Mingyuan. He wondered if the man would still remember him as a ghost; he hoped he would go easy on him when the time came.

System 0766 clearly had not anticipated this either. Its vision was limited by the host’s blindness, so it had not noticed the players’ arrival. Its mechanical electronic voice comforted him: It should be fine, Host. They still need you to provide clues.

As for what they would do to the host once he was no longer useful, the system could not guarantee anything.

Hearing the system’s voice, Lin Min calmed down slightly. He pursed his lips and forced himself to stay composed, unconsciously picking at the expensive leather upholstery and rubbing his fingertips into a pitiful shade of red. He had no idea that his every move was being watched by the quiet man across from him.

Watching Lin Min act like a frightened rabbit trying to stay calm, Zhou Jin’s smile widened. He reached out to pinch Lin Min’s pale cheek. “Why are you so scared?”

“Zhou Jin.”

Fu Chenyuan’s low voice sounded. His voice, like his handsome looks, carried an effortless warmth that easily broke down others’ psychological defenses. Sure enough, a moment later, he saw a hint of reliance and relaxation on the husband’s pale face.

Fu Chenyuan’s narrow eyes gazed at him as he continued apologetically, “According to Mr. Xie’s wishes, we have brought back his ashes before the official funeral.” He made no mention of the strange occurrences they encountered before the ashes were brought back.

“Thank you.” Lin Min felt for the coffee table and put the cup back. He really did not like communicating with someone as foul-mouthed as Zhou Jin. Although the protagonist was also dangerous, at least he was acting like a gentleman for now.

Lin Min could still feel that burning gaze. He involuntarily leaned closer to Fu Chenyuan, thinking his movements were subtle. He failed to realize that everyone in the villa had been staring at him since the moment he walked in.

Watching the beautiful husband secretly lean toward Fu Chenyuan like a little wife, Zhou Jin was fuming, especially at Fu Chenyuan’s calm, saintly facade.

“Sticking that close to him? Xie Mingyuan just died and you are already looking for a new big brother?” Zhou Jin had always had no patience for fools. “Tsk, and you picked someone who looks like he will die young, too.”

Glimpsing the husband’s fair face, Zhou Jin was about to say more when he saw the man, with his vacant eyes, instinctively squeeze even closer to Fu Chenyuan. His waist was almost being delivered into the man’s palm. Zhou Jin could only grit his teeth and shut up, cursing the little widower for not knowing what was good for him.

Lin Min had no idea why he was angry. Facing such an unstable element, he preferred to be near Fu Chenyuan. The man’s gentle voice came again.

“This is also Mr. Xie’s subordinate, Zhou Jin. He was usually responsible for Mr. Xie’s protection,” Fu Chenyuan explained, his tone unchanged. He did not seem to care about Zhou Jin’s sarcasm, even explaining on his behalf, “That is just his personality. He is likely used to fighting and does not know how to interact with people.”

The more Zhou Jin listened, the more it felt wrong. In Fu Chenyuan’s mouth, he sounded like a trained monkey.

“It is okay,” Lin Min shook his head, missing the subtle verbal sparring between them. Regardless, he just wanted to stay away from Zhou Jin.

Lin Min turned his head slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard an unfamiliar voice: “I am Wei Chi, also Mr. Xie’s subordinate. Here are his ashes.”

It was the player who had remained silent. Because he was so quiet, Lin Min had almost forgotten he was there. The voice was concise, and a square box was immediately placed in Lin Min’s hands.

“Thank you, I am Lin Min.” Lin Min’s pale fingertips were pressed into a faint red by the cold, hard urn, but his voice cut off due to a chill on his finger.

It was cold, almost as if someone had licked it.

Lin Min could not see anything. He only felt that strange chill pass over his pale cheek like a gust of wind, so fast he thought it was an illusion. Was the ceiling leaking?

As Lin Min felt the urn, he suddenly felt a chill on his lower back. It felt as though someone was lightly and suggestively rubbing his sensitive waist.

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