Does the Honest Holy Father Have to be a Heartthrob Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Lin Min felt a wave of awkwardness. He could only hear Zhou Jin’s heavy, ragged breathing and assumed his appearance had startled the other man. Perhaps in Zhou Jin’s eyes, he looked like a wanton widower seeking satisfaction late at night so soon after his husband’s death.

Would he be beaten and thrown out? The shame made Lin Min increasingly tense, causing him to bite his pale lips until they bloomed into a deep crimson. The young husband seemed entirely unaware of how evocative he looked at this moment. Distressed by the prolonged silence, he grew more anxious, and his fingers tightened their grip on his sleeves.

“Mr. Zhou,” Lin Min spoke softly, his voice trembling slightly with nerves. “I brewed some ginger tea to ward off the cold.”

Unable to see his surroundings, he raised his arm to gesture toward the tray on the nearby table. He did not realize that this movement caused his loose collar to slip further down, revealing a glimpse of the soft, pale curves beneath. It was soft and fragrant. Zhou Jin’s gaze inevitably fell upon the sight, and his Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably.

What? He actually has those? Wearing such thin clothing, he had to be doing it on purpose.

“You,” Zhou Jin said, feeling as though something were stuck in his throat. His voice was dry and hoarse, and he had no idea how to handle the situation.

On the very night he learned of his husband’s death, this beautiful husband showed up in that nightgown, knocking on his husband’s subordinate’s door in the dead of night. His snowy cheeks were flushed, looking as though he knew exactly how much power this outfit held over men. Perhaps he had specifically chosen his late husband’s favorite pajamas to seduce someone else.

Despite his pure and gentle face, his methods were practiced. Could it be that he could not handle Fu Chenyuan, so he turned around to bait me instead? Zhou Jin reminded himself that he was straight. Did the man think he was like that late husband, someone who could be led around by the nose just because a man called him “husband” in a soft, sweet voice?

Zhou Jin licked his sharp canine teeth, his blood seemingly reaching a boiling point in an instant. Almost instinctively, he grabbed the bewildered husband and yanked him into the room. He slammed the door shut with one hand, completely cutting off any prying eyes from the hallway.

“Tsk. Your husband has not been dead that long, and here you are, knocking on my door because you are unsatisfied,” Zhou Jin said, pinching the husband’s face. He felt it was necessary to warn this delusional little widower.

The man had the nerve to show up at midnight dressed like this. If left unchecked, who knew if Zhou Jin would wake up one night to find this little widower straddling his waist? Does he want to be a man’s little wife that badly?

Zhou Jin felt an itch in his teeth. His rough thumb rubbed against the soft skin of the widow’s cheek as he let out a cold laugh. “Throwing yourself at men so casually, you do not even care who it is. Even your husband’s subordinate, who is years younger than you?”

“Or do you just like the idea of carrying another man’s scent inside you while you sway in front of your husband’s memorial portrait?”

He was not like Fu Chenyuan. To build rapport with this NPC, Fu Chenyuan was actually willing to endure the disgust of letting this widower work his charms on him. Fu Chenyuan let the man crawl into his arms without acting repulsed. He did not even flinch when the widower nearly sat on him. Perhaps, for the sake of clues, Fu Chenyuan was willing to be used as a tool for the widower’s release.

Lin Min felt uncomfortable being pinched. His empty, beautiful eyes were clouded with moisture, and the shameful words Zhou Jin spewed made the tips of his ears turn a deep red. What does he mean, liking other men? He instinctively tried to hide his face, raising his arms to push the encroaching Zhou Jin away. However, his fingertips turned pink from the heat of the man’s body.

“Give it a rest. Let me warn you, I am not interested in men. I am not like Fu Chenyuan; just because you acted spoiled on his lap does not mean I will let you throw yourself at me.”

Zhou Jin’s abdominal muscles tightened as the “seduction” continued. He felt a surge of heat and unintentionally increased the pressure of his grip. Seeing the snowy skin of the man’s cheek turn a vivid red, Zhou Jin felt inexplicably flustered.

“Tsk. It turns red just from a pinch?” Zhou Jin leaned down, his hot breath intentionally brushing against Lin Min’s sensitive ear. “How did your husband used to feed you? If you cannot even handle this much force, how dare you sneak into another man’s room in the middle of the night?”

“Do you have any idea what would happen if you were my wife?”

Zhou Jin had no experience, but his young body reacted most strongly to such thoughts. “I would make your belly swell up.”

If Lin Min were his little wife, he would push this shameless widower until it hurt, until he could not take any more. Perhaps that was exactly what this widower wanted. Even now, he would probably be the type to actively ride him, tilting that pure, beautiful face up and offering a bright red tongue for his husband to taste.

The graphic imagery flashing through Zhou Jin’s mind made his throat go dry. An uncontrollable heat surged through his entire body. He looked down, and his expression immediately soured. Staring in disbelief at the prominent bulge beneath his towel, he recoiled as if struck by lightning, nearly knocking over a decorative vase by the door.

Lin Min flinched. The overwhelming shame kept him from answering any of those bizarre questions. What feeding? What belly swelling?

Though he could not see Zhou Jin, he could hear the impatience and disgust in his voice. The man’s arm was even trembling as if suppressing a deep rage. Lin Min thought the man was so angry he was about to get violent. Regardless, the plot point had been reached. Zhou Jin was clearly angry enough to kick him out. Fearing that the straight player might actually beat him and toss him into the hallway, Lin Min bit his lip. With red eyes, he feigned a weak, failed defense and scrambled out of the room in a panic.

The door slammed shut again. Zhou Jin looked up instinctively, as if he could see the retreating back of the fleeing widower through the wood. He ran a frustrated hand through his red hair.

What the hell? How did it end up looking like he was the one lusting after the widower, dragging him into the room and threatening him?

Lin Min was still shaking with fear. Though the strange things the man said made him feel wronged, it was all for the mission. He was certain Zhou Jin hated him even more now and likely viewed him as a shameless, loose widower.

But the task had to continue. Despite his hurt feelings, Lin Min maintained his startled act and fumbled his way toward the next player’s room. Being blind, he did not realize he was only a step away from a pair of leather shoes. Fu Chenyuan’s narrow eyes looked down at the disheveled, beautiful man. The widow’s snowy cheeks were a mess, covered in the finger marks of another man.

As a high-level player, Fu Chenyuan’s senses were far sharper than those of an average person. He had heard everything that happened inside and had already guessed the husband’s little schemes. Yet, he spoke with gentle concern. “Mr. Lin, I heard your voice from my room. Did something happen?”

Lin Min froze at the sound. His sightless eyes widened. The realization that someone else might have overheard what just happened made his face burn, and tears welled up in his empty eyes. While the script said the protagonist was not a good person, in Lin Min’s current mind, Fu Chenyuan, who had shown him kindness and helped him earlier, was at least a dignified gentleman. Surely, he would not say such humiliating things.

“It is nothing,” Lin Min bit his lip, his voice carrying an unconscious note of reliance. “It was just a misunderstanding. I wanted to bring Mr. Zhou some ginger tea to ward off the cold, but he misunderstood.”

He tried to explain in broken sentences. Overcome by agitation and shame, he could not bring himself to finish, and his cheeks flushed deeper.

Truly a master of manipulation, Fu Chenyuan thought. His expression remained calm as his gaze swept over the finger marks on Lin Min’s face, the reddened corners of his eyes, and the nightgown that clearly served a specific purpose. Everything about the man seemed like an invitation. Is he using the rough treatment as an excuse to play the innocent victim and gain sympathy? Is he going to complain next so he can follow me into my room?

Though Fu Chenyuan was not interested in a widower who had just come from one man’s room only to turn toward him, this NPC was emotionally fragile and vital to the dungeon. He did not mind offering a crumb of kindness to build a bridge. His dark, narrow eyes remained fixed on Lin Min, and his face wore a mask of impeccable warmth.

He reached out in a soothing gesture, intending to take the glass from the man’s hand. “Mr. Lin, Zhou Jin has a bit of a temper. Please do not be sad, perhaps…”

Fu Chenyuan’s words cut off abruptly. As he reached out, the blind Lin Min happened to take half a step forward. Like a spouse used to being pampered, his complaining sounded more like acting spoiled, tilting his pale face up as if asking for comfort. The result was the glass in his arms being knocked over.

The dark liquid quickly soaked into his clothes. The damp fabric clung tightly to his skin, faintly outlining the soft, snowy contours of his chest.

“I am so sorry! Let me wipe that for you!”

Realizing he had caused trouble, Lin Min’s face went pale with panic. Oh no, will the protagonist think I did this on purpose to seduce him? He had not even finished explaining the previous misunderstanding. Ignoring the chill on his own chest, he fumbled to set down the empty glass and reached out frantically to wipe the water from the back of Fu Chenyuan’s hand. His fingertips trembled with fright.

It all happened too fast. The next second, Fu Chenyuan felt his hand, which he had not pulled back in time, sink into something incredibly soft. Since he had been preparing for bed, he was not wearing his usual gloves. The snowy skin was foolishly delivered right into the man’s palm by its trembling owner.

Almost instinctively, Fu Chenyuan’s Adam’s apple gave a violent, uncontrollable roll. The smile vanished from Fu Chenyuan’s handsome face. His usual composed, hunter-in-control facade finally showed a visible crack. The sensation was too vivid: warm, soft, and delicate. He jerked his hand back.

The movement was more hurried than usual, and his knuckles inevitably brushed heavily against the soft prominence beneath the fabric. Before Lin Min could process what had happened, he felt a sudden friction against a sensitive spot. Already tender, the area’s unexpected stimulation caused him to let out a short, muffled groan. The shock brought instant redness to his eyes, and moisture gathered quickly in his gaze. He froze on the spot, forgetting even to apologize.

For the first time, Fu Chenyuan felt like something unexpected was about to happen. His narrow black eyes stared at the husband with a dark intensity he had not even noticed himself. His damp fingertips subconsciously rubbed together. Is this also a new tactic?

Zhou Jin emerged from the bathroom again, a towel in one hand as he dried his damp red hair. His handsome, rakish face was clouded with irritation and a hint of hidden embarrassment. Is the villa’s climate control broken? Why is it still so hot even after a cold shower!

Feeling a certain restlessness stirring, Zhou Jin picked up the cup on his table and drained it. Only after tasting the fragrance did he realize it was the ginger tea the little widower had brought. He set the cup down with unnecessary force.

I am just young, he told himself. He was at an age where his vitality was at its peak. It did not mean he was attracted to that delicate little widower, and it certainly did not mean he was embarrassed by his own reaction. It was just a normal reaction.

Feeling flustered, he tossed the towel aside and decided to wash his face with cold water again to clear his head of those messy images. However, as he passed the door, he caught the sound of the widower’s startled cry. There seemed to be an apology, as if an argument had occurred.

Zhou Jin’s footsteps halted. When he realized what he was doing, his face darkened again. He was not the man’s husband; what happened to the widower was none of his business. Yet, his thoughts drifted outside. He could already imagine the widower’s expression: eyes rimmed with red, biting his lip, looking completely defenseless. That scumbag Fu Chenyuan and that maniac Wei Chi were not as easy to talk to as he was; they would probably bully the little widower for trying to hook them.

Zhou Jin could not help but move toward the door. He told himself he was just going to look. Perhaps an important clue had appeared. If he did not go out, the progress would be taken by the other two high-level players.

With that thought, Zhou Jin opened the door. However, what met his eyes was the trembling, slender back of the young husband. The thin nightgown clung to his body as he seemed to be pressing himself into the arms of the tall, handsome man before him.

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