Chapter Four: Mind Reading and Unmasking
My husband's laughter is the sexiest thing ever!
The sudden appearance of a clear, youthful voice in his ear startled Wen Jing. After realizing what was happening, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. He hadn't expected that this mind-reading ability was not limited by time or place.
But as he watched the barrage of comments in the live stream, the half-face wearing a fox mask on the screen in the center became increasingly familiar. Wen Jing seemed to recall something, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.
Could it be such a coincidence?
Everything tonight is fantastical; the ability to hear other people's thoughts alone is beyond human comprehension.
But Wen Jing has always been quick to learn, which piqued his interest, which is why he thought of marrying Song Nian'an and keeping her by his side to "study" her properly.
Of course, on the other hand, there's also the pressure from the older generation in the family to get married.
But if things really turn out exactly as he imagined, then this coincidence is so strange it could be considered a mystery.
"Blank Bro, I've already set up the room. I'll send you the room number."
Hearing the clear, youthful voice coming from the live stream, Wen Jing relaxed, hummed in agreement, and then entered the game.
As the game began, Wen Jing continued to give signals and commands as usual, while Song Nian'an became unusually active, talking more and making sound effects when she killed people, which was incredibly cute.
The two successfully dominated the scene, with roughly equal numbers of kills, and rightfully secured first place for their team.
"Yes! We won!"
As Song Nian'an watched the MVP results screen for the winning team, she cheered and jumped for joy, looking just like a little deer leaping up.
The live stream was filled with gift effects, and the chat was scrolling by at lightning speed.
"Ah, this is so satisfying! Ah Nian is awesome! I'm taking screenshots non-stop today!"
"Haha, I agree with what the person upstairs said. Anian is indeed very lively, like a completely different person."
"But what's with Ah Nian's blissful expression? Haha, just tell us, are you in a relationship?!"
Song Nian'an was originally immersed in the thrill of the game, but when she saw the barrage of comments stirring up the mood again, she inexplicably thought of Wen Jing's extremely handsome face, and then thought of the word "marriage" he had mentioned. A blush involuntarily crept onto her fair cheeks.
He's been single for over twenty years, never even been in a relationship, and now he's getting married? Anyone would believe that, but fate is cruel, and things just happen that way.
"Are you in a relationship?"
For the first time ever, the top fan's pleasant voice came through the earphones, and Song Nian'an quickly shook her head and denied it, "No, I'm not in a relationship."
After he finished speaking, there was a soft "hmm" on the other end, and then silence. After a while, just when Song Nian'an thought the person wouldn't ask again, the sound came through the earphone again.
Do you have someone you like?
Whether it was Song Nian'an's imagination or not, he felt that there was a hint of amusement and a touch of ambiguity in the tone of those words.
Not only him, but also some people in the comment section noticed it.
"Damn! Why does such a simple sentence make me blush!"
"With this development, could it be that Xiao Anian really has some shady relationship with Blank...?"
"Oh my god! Is my favorite couple going to become a reality?!"
Song Nian'an stared at the scrolling comments, paused for a moment, and didn't reply.
He was a streamer before he transmigrated, and he knew that the person at the top of the rankings sometimes had ulterior motives. Therefore, he couldn't understand whether there was any real connection between the blank space and the original owner of this body, but...
"Yes, I already have someone I like."
My irreplaceable, god-like husband!
Song Nian'an, as always, had a lot of inner monologues, but on the surface he still appeared calm and said, "Anyway, I've already transmigrated here, so any relationships that shouldn't exist should be cut off cleanly."
Moreover, Song Nian'an is very principled. The internet is the internet, and reality is reality. Everything is just for the sake of making a living through live streaming.
My heart belongs solely to my husband; there is no place for anyone else! I will faithfully uphold the duties of a husband!
Song Nian'an had a monologue in her mind, unaware that someone had heard it all.
Wen Jing's smile deepened. Although he already had a guess, he still felt a sense of surprise at discovering a new secret. His tone was inexplicably doting as he spoke, "Alright, alright, I know you have someone you really like. Let's play another round, want to play again?"
"Oh no, is my on-screen couple going to fall apart like this?"
"Haha, sister, don't cry yet. Listen to Blank's tone; there's something fishy going on..."
"I agree with the comment above. I'm going to stay glued to the live stream to see what happens next!"
The barrage of comments kept scrolling, one after another, leaving Song Nian'an overwhelmed. She had already prepared herself to lose the top fan as her golden thigh, but then she heard Blank's inexplicably joyful laughter.
But he had never been interested in trying to figure out people's psychology, so he didn't take it to heart and said with great interest, "Just kidding!"
The two played a few more games. After the little incident, they seemed to talk more and more in silence. They were very caring in the game, and things as ordinary as giving kills and supplies seemed very strange to outsiders.
Although it wasn't obvious, there was an inexplicable, ambiguous atmosphere between the two, which was certainly fueled by the comments section.
Unfortunately, Song Nian'an, a game enthusiast with a simple mind, didn't have time to care about all that. After playing a few games to her heart's content, she felt extremely relaxed, and after glancing at the time, she prepared to end the live stream and go to sleep.
At the last moment, Blank called out to him and said, "A-Nian, goodnight."
Her deliberately lowered voice, enhanced by the equipment, became more magnetic and sexy, captivating all who heard it.
As someone who is both a fan of good voices and good looks, Song Nian'an felt her ears getting hot. She touched her nose and whispered, "Okay, goodnight."
Immediately afterward, without even reading the teasing comments in the live stream, he quickly ended the stream.
On the other side, Wen Jing looked at the blacked-out live stream room, the smile on his lips never fading all night. He picked up the personal profile on the table, and the first page showed a white-background photo in the upper left corner.
In the photo, Song Nian'an has a smile on her face, her doe eyes are bright and sparkling, and her small face makes her look youthful and innocent.
He took out his phone, dialed the number on the document, and sent a text message, reminding me again: "I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow to get our marriage certificate. Remember to bring your household registration book."
After sending a text message, Wen Jing thought for a moment and then sent another one: "Get some rest, goodnight."
After sending the message, he remained seated. Sure enough, a short while later, his phone replied with "Okay, goodnight."
A calm and collected statement, yet what rang in my ears was that excited yet slightly shy voice.
[Good heavens! My fake husband has become my real husband! You've really opened my eyes!]
Having achieved her goal, Wen Jing returned to her bedroom in a good mood, ready to go to bed.
However, throughout the night, the excited shouts of praise around me flowed endlessly like the Yangtze River.
At three in the morning, Wen Jing, who was staring at the ceiling and unable to sleep, sighed silently.
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