Does the Honest Holy Father Have to be a Heartthrob Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Zhou Jin had been overthinking everything before he even opened the door.

He did not actually care about the little widower; he just did not want to miss any crucial clues. If the little widower was foolish enough to get starstruck by a handsome face, Fu Chenyuan might coax all the information out of him. If that happened, Zhou Jin’s progress would fall behind.

A mess of chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind.

However, the moment Zhou Jin swung the door open, he saw the little widower curled into another man’s embrace. His pupils constricted instantly, and his gaze locked onto the slender back nestled against Fu Chenyuan.

From his vantage point, all he could see was the husband’s trembling waist. He could not tell if the man was shivering from fear or because he could not handle the heat of the large hand resting on his soft flesh.

The beautiful husband’s cheeks were flushed and damp, yet his slender fingertips remained tightly gripped onto the lapel of Fu Chenyuan’s suit. He buried his face in the man’s expensive, custom-tailored fabric, refusing to let go even as his skin rubbed pink against the material.

It was as if he were trying to hide something. Was he afraid people would find out that his lips had been kissed swollen by his late husband’s young subordinate so soon after the funeral?

The widower claimed he was only there to deliver ginger tea to ward off the cold. Had he already “delivered” it with his mouth while Zhou Jin was still inside? What was next? Would he claim his stomach felt cold and ask the man to come inside and warm him up?

Zhou Jin had thought the little widower was persistent. As it turned out, the man had no patience at all. After only trying to seduce Zhou Jin once, he had already switched targets.

Zhou Jin’s sharp canine teeth ground together with an audible creak. He forced himself to calm down. He was not the widower’s husband, so why should he care who the man threw himself at? His main priority was ensuring Fu Chenyuan did not make off with the “clue NPC.”

Yet, his eyes seemed to have a will of their own. They were pinned to the hand on Lin Min’s waist and the pale fingers clutching Fu Chenyuan’s chest. A surge of irrational anger nearly incinerated his logic.

Zhou Jin deliberately kicked the door frame to make some noise. Did you not avoid me the moment you saw me? Did you not think a hypocrite like Fu Chenyuan was the “good guy”?

If Fu Chenyuan could play a part, so could he. He was just an NPC, after all. If he had been snatched away, could he not just snatch him back?

With that thought, his logic suddenly clicked into place. The arrogance returned to Zhou Jin’s handsome, wicked features, and his inexplicable irritation subsided.

“How did you end up in such a mess?” Zhou Jin walked over, his teeth gritted behind a hollow, mocking smile. “Fu Chenyuan, you are not taking advantage of the fact that Sister-in-law cannot see to secretly bully him, are you?”

He was significantly larger than Lin Min. A distance that would take the husband several steps to cover, Zhou Jin crossed in two.

While mouthing high-minded excuses, Zhou Jin kept his eyes on that eyesore of a hand. He grabbed the widower’s snow-white wrist, intending to yank him away. However, just as he reached out, his hand was intercepted. He looked up to see Fu Chenyuan’s refined, handsome face.

Fu Chenyuan’s deep eyes remained calm. He withdrew his hand and gave a reassuring pat to the startled widower, who was trying to pull away from his chest. Fu Chenyuan watched as Zhou Jin was led around in circles by an NPC like a dog on a leash, even though the instance had barely begun.

The little widower had achieved his goal. What will he do next?

Fu Chenyuan suddenly felt a spark of interest. The previously indifferent man stared at the pure, beautiful face in his arms, quietly waiting for the next move. “Zhou Jin, I think you have misunderstood Mr. Lin and me. This was just an accident.”

He did not push away the widower who was still clutching his sleeve. In fact, he was quite enjoying the scene. Still, it surprised Fu Chenyuan that a high-level player like Zhou Jin could be baited so easily by an NPC, especially since he was acting like a stray dog protecting its food.

Did he really think everyone wanted to get involved with a widower who was nothing more than a pretty face?

Fu Chenyuan rubbed his damp fingertips together. The greasy sensation on his skin made him frown slightly, but seeing the widower leaning on him so dependently made the discomfort of his germaphobia vanish in a strange way. He looked at his own fingertips in surprise.

To Zhou Jin, their private display of intimacy was nothing short of a provocation. The man let out a cold laugh, nearly shattering his molars.

Lin Min was startled by the laugh. Worried that the two would start fighting because of him, he hastily brushed away the large, bony hand on his waist and stepped in front of Fu Chenyuan. In doing so, the collar of his soaked pajamas was completely exposed.

Lin Min was entirely unaware. He only felt the air get colder, but he kept his sightless eyes open, trying to explain, “It really was an accident.”

Should they not think I am shameless? Why are they arguing?

Before Lin Min could finish his explanation, he felt a scorching palm grip his arm. An undeniable force yanked him directly into a hard, solid chest. The heat of the skin made his fingertips curl.

Then, Lin Min’s chin was gripped. Zhou Jin’s voice hissed into his ear, full of suppressed rage. “I said no wonder you did not want to get up. Fu Chenyuan bit you into this state. Do you want me to go out and buy you guys some protection later?”

Zhou Jin had completely forgotten the excuses he had made earlier. His eyes were fixed on the soaked fabric. The area was damp, red, and heavily swollen. Seeing the widower’s eyes misted with tears and his face flushed with shame, Zhou Jin could not help but imagine if the man looked exactly like this while in Fu Chenyuan’s arms.

The thin bathrobe hid nothing; he could see the man’s state clearly. It looked rounded and full. The bright red color caused the inexperienced college student’s breath to hitch. His narrow, sharp eyes were full of anger, yet a certain part of him that even cold water could not quite soothe began to react.

Zhou Jin’s expression darkened further. Noticing Fu Chenyuan’s gaze, he instinctively stripped off his jacket and draped it over the widower. “Fu Chenyuan, your germaphobia sure cured itself quickly. Our ‘Big Brother’ just died, and here you are, messing around with his wife.”

Zhou Jin’s tone was thick with disdain and contempt. Yet, like a dog protecting its food, he wrapped the beautiful husband up tightly with a restlessness in him that he did not even recognize.

Lin Min, caught off guard by being bundled up, did not have time to react before he heard Zhou Jin’s words. He was not sure if it was psychological, but he felt a chill surrounding him as the wind bit into his wet skin. He flinched sensitively, and an uncontrollable whimper escaped his throat.

The tips of Lin Min’s ears burned. His vacant eyes filled with moisture as he huddled his shoulders, trying to hide his disheveled state, unaware that the movement only pressed his soft flesh together.

To be like this in front of so many people was too much. Lin Min’s thick, beautiful eyelashes were wet. He knew his current attire was improper, but he secretly felt a sense of relief. Fortunately, these players are all straight men. They must be disgusted by how pathetic I look right now. Otherwise, having them stare there would be too humiliating.

He had no idea that every man present was staring exactly at that spot. Even the usually composed Fu Chenyuan found his dark, narrow eyes lingering on the sight, watching as the beautiful husband unconsciously pressed himself into a soft curve.

It was as if the man knew exactly where his charms lay and was intentionally flaunting them for other men to see.

Fu Chenyuan then looked at Zhou Jin. The other man still wore a look of contempt, but his tensed muscles and ragged breathing revealed that he was anything but calm. He pretended to be disgusted, yet his eyes had flickered to that spot more than a few times. Only a fool like him would take the bait.

Lin Min did not realize that his struggling was misinterpreted by Zhou Jin as an attempt to run back to Fu Chenyuan. Zhou Jin’s face, already grim, became as dark as stagnant water. An inexplicable rage surged within him.

Seeing the widower huddling his shoulders, Zhou Jin sneered at the shameful blush on his face. “What are you so afraid of me for? Was it me who pinned you in the hallway until your legs shook? Was it me who bit you like a dog?”

“Were you not just showing yourself off to him? Now you know how to be ashamed? You idiot, do you think anyone who leaves you in this state in a hallway is a good person?” Zhou Jin spared a loathing glance at Fu Chenyuan, his eyes full of malice. “If I had a wife, I would keep him well hidden. Or do you just enjoy being watched?”

Zhou Jin’s reckless words came to an abrupt halt. Feeling a muffled breath against his palm, Lin Min used his trembling, pale fingers to cover the man’s lips. Even though the scorching breath made his hand curl, he refused to let go.

What biting? What enjoying being watched?

He had a good temper and had been pampered since childhood; he rarely ever lost his cool with anyone. But that did not mean he lacked a sense of shame or would allow others to bully him with such words.

Lin Min’s palm trembled against the man’s heat, and his vacant eyes instantly flooded with tears. His eyelashes were clumped together from the moisture. His damp black hair clung to his snow-white cheeks, mingling with tears that looked like pearls. Even when bullied, he could not bring himself to say anything harsh; he just stared back with reddened eyes.

He looked like he was acting spoiled with a husband, unaware that such a look only made people want to bully him even harder.

Zhou Jin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He did not know why he had not brushed the man’s slender fingers away. His every breath was filled with the husband’s fragrance, and a flash of regret flickered across his handsome, wicked features.

Zhou Jin was a high-level player despite his young age. He was used to being overbearing. Forget NPCs; even other players were nothing but ants to him. The weak usually only annoyed him; they never stirred a shred of pity. But now, he felt an uncomfortable sensation he could not name. Why look so pitiful? It is not like I am the one who did that to you.

Zhou Jin did not actually intend to make him cry. He took a step closer, wanting to say something, but the beautiful husband was so startled by the sudden movement that he stumbled back several steps.

The words died in his throat.

Lin Min was oblivious. He had only dared to touch Zhou Jin because he was angry; now that the reality had set in, he was terrified that this homophobic straight man would retaliate.

Since he was blind, he did not see the tall, black-haired man standing in the shadows of the hallway behind him.

Wei Chi was tall with a cold, hardened aura. He wore only a thin shirt that strained against his bulging muscles, with his black suit jacket draped casually over his right arm. One could only guess what the large stains on the jacket were from the blood spatters on his profile.

His expensive leather shoes came to a halt in the corridor. Having heard that the mess left by Xie Mingyuan had resurfaced, Wei Chi, who had just finished dealing with an anomaly downstairs, was heading up with several blood-stained ID badges when his gaze swept across the hallway.

He had not heard everything clearly, only catching snippets of Zhou Jin saying something about liking to be watched or being eaten. Wei Chi’s desires were practically non-existent; to him, such things were less interesting than a kill. His eyes swept over the water cup on the floor and the husband’s soaked chest, and he deduced the situation.

Just as he was about to walk around them and leave, an excessively soft body slammed into his chest. Wei Chi did not even sway. He instinctively looked down as a bundle of soft warmth crashed into him. He could feel the man’s rapid heartbeat thumping against his own chest through the thin fabric.

Against the man’s porcelain skin, the bloodstain on Wei Chi’s shirt looked jarringly prominent. As if possessed, Wei Chi raised his large, scarred hand. His thumb instinctively moved to wipe away the offending smudge of dirt on the man’s face.

But before his fingertips could touch him, the person in his arms seemed to snap awake. The beautiful husband jerked his head up. When he realized who he had bumped into and what was smeared on his face, the color drained completely from his already pale features.

“I am sorry!” His voice shook violently. Using all his strength, he scrambled out of Wei Chi’s arms, stumbling back several paces as if the man were something more terrifying than a ghost.

Wei Chi’s hand froze in mid-air for a moment before dropping lifelessly to his side. He was used to it. Even though Wei Chi did not like being close to people and had never tried to be, he had killed enough to recognize the fear in others’ eyes. Whether players or NPCs, avoidance and disgust were the standard reactions to his presence.

Watching this scene play out, the other two players were filled with conflicting thoughts.

Zhou Jin was already fuming from his tangled, restless irritation. Seeing Lin Min terrified like a cat caught in the rain, and determined to keep Fu Chenyuan away from the clue NPC, he stepped forward. He approached the pale husband with an emotion he did not quite recognize.

Fu Chenyuan remained where he was. His expression was one of calm gentleness. He did not mind Zhou Jin’s attempt to get ahead; he simply stood his ground, waiting for the frightened beauty to return to his side.

Wei Chi cared nothing for their internal power struggle. He felt the stickiness on his skin. A scent he was used to at the underground boxing gym had suddenly become unbearable. He withdrew his gaze, intending to leave, when his scarred wrist was caught by cool fingertips.

The beautiful husband’s voice rang out, tinged with concern. “Are you injured? I remember there is a medical kit in the villa. Please go back to your room and wait for me. I will go get it for you.”

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