Pitiful Widower (05)

Lu Min had a bad impression of Fu Chengsi.

He is a genuine second-generation rich kid born into a world of books, with a solid background; his parents and siblings are top talents in their respective industries.

Except for him.

Social anxiety is innate; academic performance is good, but insignificant compared to the family's achievements.

He only received negative feedback, and gradually became silent, afraid of contact with people. To outsiders, he was just a gloomy, reclusive man.

After graduating from university, he moved out of his family home and started working at a game company.

Even so, it's impossible to completely avoid communicating with people.

When Lu Min was forced by his family to attend gatherings, he encountered people like Fu Chengsi most often—people who looked respectable but were actually selfish and cold-hearted, prioritizing their own interests and dividing people into different classes, looking down on everyone equally.

He never expected that a cold, elite man like Fu Chengsi would knock on a pretty young man's door in the middle of the night.

He was holding a pair of underwear in his hand and saying some obscene things.

No matter what, Lu Min is a young man with spirit. Even if he is socially awkward, he will take the initiative to stand up for things he doesn't like.

What's more, he also... wanted to be good friends with Xue Ci.

Is there something you need?

Just now, to make it easier to work, Lu Min used the hair tie Xue Ci gave him to tie his overly long curly hair back, revealing his sharp and deep-set eyebrows and eyes.

If you look closely, he has the most regular facial features among the three players.

With his broad shoulders and tall stature, he possesses a rare aura that is not gloomy or timid.

Fu Chengsi's face froze, taken aback by the other party's overbearing tone.

Did he really think he would become Song Xueci's husband?

Putting aside the fact that she's just a game NPC, judging from Song Xueci's skillful seduction techniques, she must have seduce countless men.

Lu Min is such an idiot; once he gets tired of being ridden a few times, he'll definitely be dumped.

Fu Chengsi gave a faint smirk, remaining silent and letting Lu Min speculate about why he would personally deliver underwear to Song Xueci at this particular time.

Of course, Song Xueci didn't accept the expensive fabric she bought on her way to town, nor did she proactively explain to him why she wanted to share a room with Lu Min.

The door was closed so gently.

The wind swept across his face, feeling like a slap.

Is she annoyed that she's in the way? Is she interfering with what she and Lu Min are doing?

Fu Chengsi's expression was cold as he stared down at the underwear in his hand. The pair he had chosen was pinkish-white, a color that most boys wouldn't wear, but he felt that Song Xueci's faded, semi-transparent underwear, which he had torn, was originally supposed to be this color.

Her skin resembled Song Xueci's own—radiant and rosy.

But why not?

Having been turned away, Fu Chengsi naturally wouldn't abandon his dignity to knock on the door again.

After returning to his room, he threw the piece of fabric he was holding into the corner of the wardrobe.

--It covered another soft piece of clothing.

He hadn't thrown away Song Xueci's torn underwear yet.

As for why he doesn't throw it away, it's naturally because he doesn't care about such things. So it doesn't matter whether he throws it away or not; to him, it's just a piece of rag whether it's in the closet or the trash can.

He didn't care.

*

"Is it really okay for me to sleep in your room like this? What will the butler say?"

When facing Xue Ci, Lu Min reverted to his socially awkward self, as he was afraid of causing her trouble. Only after repeatedly confirming with Xue Ci that everything was alright did he feel at ease staying there.

After all, someone had just died in the castle. To the players, he was an NPC, but to Xue Ci, he was someone from the surrounding area.

Fear is inevitable.

Besides, strange men often come to the door at night.

Lu Min obediently lay down, his body slightly stiff.

Xue Ci's room smells so good.

As if permeated by Xue Ci's scent, every item was imbued with fragrance.

It's so hot.

Lu Min's back was already sweating, and his curly hair covered the veins on his forehead and neck.

Xue Ci seemed to trust him completely, and after turning off the light and lying down, she began to breathe evenly.

The soft voice reached Lu Min's ears, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

Lu Min could vaguely sense Fu Chengsi's thoughts.

He had actually overheard their conversation, but why would Fu Chengsi tear Xue Ci's underwear? Had they discussed this privately? Wasn't Xue Ci his closest friend?

The more I think about it, the less I can sleep.

In the moonlit room, he secretly pulled a pair of white stockings from his trouser pocket.

The stockings were found later on the living room balcony; I had originally planned to return them to Xue Ci tonight.

But wouldn't Xue Ci think I'm a pervert if I did that?

Lu Min hesitated, still not daring to speak. He brought his stiff nose close, almost pressing the stocking into the shape of his nose.

Let's just leave it with him for now.

*

The night passed peacefully.

Xue Ci slept soundly and did not encounter the male ghost who groped him in the middle of the night again.

Lu Min was already awake. The blankets and sheets were folded into neat squares, and even the toothbrush and towel, which had been lying around carelessly, were now tidied up.

Xue Ci's eyes widened—he felt that Lu Min was more suited to be a male servant.

"You're awake?" Xue Ci's bed wasn't high, so Lu Min simply sat on the floor to talk to him, like a large dog obediently waiting for its owner. "Was I too rough?"

Xue Ci her head, her eyes wide open.

Pointing to the neatly folded blankets, she exclaimed, "Amazing!"

Lu Min's breath hitched, and his ears quickly turned red.

He hadn't heard praise in so long that he had forgotten how to respond generously to compliments, and his first reaction was to deny himself.

"No, just... folding the blanket."

"That's really impressive." Xue Ci's tone and expression were sincere, her slightly relaxed brows revealing gentleness. "I couldn't even fold one like that."

Lu Min scratched his head. "Then, then I'll fold it for you."

Xue Ci went to the bathroom to wash up, satisfied.

His wardrobe contained many styles of maid outfits and pastoral-style suits. Today, he was wearing a shirt and shorts with intricate embroidery on the collar, paired with a ruffled lace hair tie.

These clothes are made of expensive materials and are meticulously crafted; I heard they were all handmade by Mrs. West when she was young.

It was originally intended for my child, but after the child was born, the style became outdated and it can only gather dust in the closet.

As a male servant, Xue Ci had a daily task to complete: to wear Mrs. West's handmade items as uniquely as possible, so that she would see them and keep him in a good mood.

Xue Ci could understand; he often wore sweaters knitted by his grandmother when he was a child.

The weather is lovely today; I need to take Mrs. West to the garden.

As soon as Xue Ci went upstairs, she was stopped by the other servants.

"Madam hasn't been feeling well lately. The doctor came by last night and said she needs to rest." The servant, fearing he wouldn't believe her, brought up the butler, "Mr. Joel said he'll take care of Madam from now on, so we don't need to worry about these things."

Xue Ci with an "Oh".

[I have a feeling Joel is plotting something. Is he after the inheritance?]

[Or is it that the dead servant is related to him?]

11 pops up: [The information shows he's a mean and selfish person; he's closer to the other members of the West Family than the First Lady.]

This world is different from the previous few smaller worlds; you'll need to explore the story to obtain relevant information.

Xue Ci has no clue about the deaths in the castle, and he doesn't usually watch suspense movies.

It seems we need to extract some information from those players.

Xue Ci stared at the clothes she was wearing.

The fabric is very soft, and there are no loose threads, showing that the craftsmanship is exquisite and a lot of effort has been put into it.

He has never met Mrs. West, but he can imagine that she must be a kind, quiet, and very talented person.

Joel's shrill voice came from downstairs.

It seems that a servant asked for leave without explaining the situation beforehand and was severely scolded.

Xue Ci didn't know if this was a common scene, but some of the words were just too unpleasant to hear. He couldn't help but offer to help the servant who had asked for leave go to town to buy ingredients.

Joel's gaze fell upon him.

He was a withered old man with a sinister look in his eyes, which, though masked by feigned elegance and composure, still made people feel uncomfortable.

"Since you put it that way, then you'll be in charge," Joel said demandingly. "These ingredients are very important. Your wife's daughter and granddaughter will be visiting in a few days, and you'll need to select them according to their tastes."

Joel gave him a long list of ingredients, and as Xue Ci was looking at it carefully, Fu Chengsi came downstairs.

"Mr. Fu, are you going to town today too?"

Joel asked politely.

Fu Chengsi gave a faint "hmm" and didn't say anything more.

Joel: "Our manservant is also going to town to buy groceries. Let him be your guide and show you around."

Xue Ci: "?"

But it was his first time going too.

He noticed Fu Chengsi's gaze, which remained haughty and aloof. However, what he heard was, "Alright, this little servant won't get lost with me."

Xue Ci: "...?"

He felt that Fu Chengsi was deliberately making things difficult for him.

After exchanging a few polite words, Joel pulled Xue Ci aside. "Keep an eye on him for me."

Xue Ci in confusion.

Joel was worried that the other person was going to town to report to the police or investigate, "He went to town alone yesterday, and only went to one lingerie store."

Xue Ci: "..."

He awkwardly turned his face away, but his ears were faintly red.

In the end, Xue Ci agreed to help monitor Fu Chengsi.

The town isn't big; you can walk to the market in about ten minutes. The streets are lined with unique buildings, and the market has many trinkets that Xue Ci has never seen before.

Xue Ci would curiously peek out from every shop she passed.

"Didn't you say you were going to buy groceries?"

Fu Chengsi's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Um?

Xue Ci around, but she didn't expect the man to be so close; her face almost bumped into his chest.

He immediately took two steps back.

"The market is just ahead."

Regardless of any past grievances, Xue Ci had no intention of establishing an adversarial relationship with the other party.

The two were neither too close nor too far apart.

The market wasn't crowded, and Xue Ci bought his groceries one item at a time according to his list. While he was buying ingredients, Fu Chengsi stood a short distance away, chatting with other stall owners.

It was too noisy around, Xue Ci couldn't hear what he was saying. She tried to walk over, but her arm was pulled hard.

The other person used great force, Xue Ci hissed, his eyes immediately welling up with tears. He glared at the other person with displeasure.

It was a tall, unfamiliar man with blond hair and blue eyes, and a sleazy air about him.

The other person didn't let go of him, but instead scanned him from head to toe, their tone clearly malicious. "So you've come here after all? What's wrong, you've found a rich husband and now you're pretending not to know me?"

"Your rich husband treats you quite well, giving you money to buy clothes so you can dress up nicely before going out."

He clicked his tongue, his gaze unabashedly fixed on Xue Ci's face. "Your little face is all pink from being pampered, does he keep pestering you to do those things every day?"

Xue Ci's face turned cold.

Anyone would be angry if a stranger grabbed them and said those things.

He forcefully shook off the other person, and his cold words did indeed exude an unapproachable air of nobility.

I don't know you.

The man stared at Xue Ci's face for a few seconds, then said, "You—"

Xue Ci didn't give him a chance to speak, and hurriedly walked to the other side with her cloth bag.

Unfortunately, her opponent was tall and agile, and she was about to be caught. Xue Ci's eyelids twitched, and she nervously opened her mouth to breathe heavily.

My gaze fell on something not far away.

Fu Chengsi was talking to the stall owner and was about to ask about West's family when he felt his arm being grabbed and a pair of white and pink fingers came into view.

Then, a soft body pressed against her.

Fu Chengsi's fingers curled involuntarily.

Looking down, I met Song Xueci's upturned face.

Song Xueci has a very pure and innocent appearance.

But when that face is tilted up to look at someone, its gaze is fixed straight ahead.

Even the rounded corners of the eyes will curve upwards, like they have tiny hooks.

Her eyes were misty, and her rosy lips parted, exuding a strong, warm fragrance.

You can see the moist mouth and the soft pink tongue inside.

What trick are they up to now?

Fu Chengsi frowned, and just as he opened his mouth, he heard Xue Ci's soft voice. "H-husband..."

Fu Chengsi felt a chill run down his spine, and his mind went completely blank.

The man froze. He hadn't expected Song Xueci so bold. Seeing that he wasn't taking the bait, she resorted to force.

"You--"

After uttering a single, hoarse syllable, Song Xueci tightened her grip on him, her voice trembling with urgent sobs and sounding terrified. "Someone's chasing me!"

Fu Chengsi frowned, only then noticing a figure running towards them from not far away.

Xue Ci: "It's him! He kept bothering me, but I didn't recognize him at all!"

Fu Chengsi had studied abroad and knew that these kinds of places were very unsafe. The other party was probably a human trafficker who had taken a liking to Xue Ci and wanted to abduct her.

He looked at the other person with a cold, aggressive expression, which intimidated them into backing away.

Fearing the other person might not have gone far and would still bother her, Xue Ci pleaded softly, "Could you come with me to buy the rest of the groceries?"

He thought he would have to plead and beg for a while, but to his surprise, Fu Chengsi agreed immediately.

While Xue Ci was still in a daze, the cloth bag in her hand was taken away by the other party.

"Is there anything else you need to buy?"

Fu Chengsi drew closer, his breath reaching Fu Chengsi's ear.

It felt hot and numb.

Xue Ci knew that the other party did not do it on purpose, but was looking down at the list. She was too embarrassed to move away, and Fu Chengsi only stood up straight when his whole ear turned pink.

There are five ingredients left.

When Xue Ci choosing things, she would secretly glance behind her to see if Fu Chengsi was there.

This time, the man didn't leave; he stood behind him the entire time.

His tall stature and imposing presence, coupled with his cold aura and aggressive brow bone, deterred most people from approaching him.

I must say, it makes me feel very safe.

Xue Ci successfully bought the remaining ingredients, filling the cloth bag to the brim.

He reached out to take it from Fu Chengsi, but was interrupted, "Now it's your turn to keep me company."

Xue Ci: "?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulder was put on his arm.

After listening to Fu Chengsi chat with the stall owner for a few moments, Xue Ci finally understood the other party's intention.

She originally wanted to pretend to be a newlywed couple on vacation with him, using sightseeing as an excuse to find out about the West Family from other people.

The West Family was well-known in town, after all, they had donated money to build the largest church there.

This was a fallen nobleman who had lived in the small town for a long time before moving to a town closer to the city center.

The castle has become a haunted house, and many children still go there to explore.

It wasn't until later, when the elderly Mrs. West returned to her hometown and renovated the castle, that it regained its popularity.

However, many people still consider it a haunted house—because Mrs. West was so thin that she sat in front of the house all day and was mistaken for a ghost.

"A friend of mine used to work there and said it was very eerie; he heard a little girl crying after midnight."

Xue Ci felt a chill run down her spine and silently moved closer to Fu Chengsi.

Fu Chengsi noticed the soft touch and didn't ask any more questions.

This information is crucial. Xue Ci reminded her, "Why didn't you continue asking?"

"Asking any more questions will only alert them." Fu Chengsi raised his eyelids and looked at a figure not far away. "That butler probably doesn't trust you and has sent others to monitor me."

"..."

Xue Ci, exposed, lowered her eyes, desperately trying to gain a last shred of trust. "I won't tell him."

"You really shouldn't tell him everything," Fu Chengsi said calmly. "Who knows if he's a ghost or something?"

He successfully saw Xue Ci's trembling eyelashes.

Xue Ci's eyelashes were long and curled, like those of a delicate porcelain doll, yet much more lively.

Even a slight fright would make her little face scrunch up.

They're pitiful, yet you want to mess with them.

The two left the market and walked back.

Xue Ci stayed close to Fu Chengsi, and the other party didn't say anything unpleasant like "Why are you so timid?"

He only caught up with the man after being drawn to a shop selling chicken cakes and falling several meters behind.

He glanced at her twice as he took a step, staring at her with lingering reluctance.

They look so pitiful.

"Buy it if you want it."

Fu Chengsi suddenly blurted out a sentence.

Xue Ci released her lips, leaving a glistening wet mark where he had bitten them.

Staring at his toes, he seemed embarrassed. "The money Joel gave me was only enough to buy these ingredients; I can't afford to spend it recklessly."

I have no money to spend.

Fu Chengsi understood Song Xueci's purpose—she wanted to find a man to pay the bill.

But what restaurant would only serve a steamed egg custard?

Fu Chengsi thought that either they were deliberately playing the long game, making demands little by little, or they were from a small town and had never seen anything good.

He wanted to see what Song Xueci was really up to.

*

Xue Ci was surprised that Fu Chengsi would buy her chicken cakes, and even bought every flavor.

He asked in surprise, "Where did you get the money?"

Fu Chengsi retorted, "How could I buy you underwear if I didn't have money?"

"..." Xue Ci awkwardly rubbed her nose. "I mean, how did you get money? You're not --"

The moment the word "player" slipped out of his mouth, he immediately shut up.

Fu Chengsi narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing. "Not what?"

Xue Ci shook her head, pretending to eat chicken cake, and didn't answer the question.

Fu Chengsi didn't ask any more questions, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

That was close; we almost got caught.

He cannot reveal that he is an awakened NPC.

The two continued walking along the path of the shop.

Fu Chengsi walked much slower than usual, giving Song Xueci time to take a few bites of the sponge cake.

The little servant eats very slowly; he has a small mouth and a shallow oral cavity, and he likes to roll his food in with his tongue.

The sponge cake was fresh out of the oven; its high temperature turned the delicate pink flesh of my mouth a deep red.

It's so small, a single finger could probably touch its throat. A few quick slaps and it would probably start whimpering.

Saliva was dripping down his face.

Fu Chengsi frowned and looked away in annoyance, his pace quickening. When he came to his senses, he realized that Xue Ci hadn't followed.

Turning around, he saw the young servant still standing a few meters away.

Her bright eyes shifted from the ice cream shop to him.

Her expression was a little embarrassed, yet full of expectation. "Can I buy another one of those?"

Xue Ci had a very fruitful day, and her relationship with Fu Chengsi improved thanks to the food along the street.

The two decided to sit on a park bench, finish their meal, and then go back.

Xue Ci shared the food she hadn't finished with the other person.

In Fu Chengsi's eyes, this was seduction.

What does it mean to give him half-eaten food, still with saliva on it?

He doesn't have the habit of consuming the saliva of other men.

Seeing that he wasn't eating, Song Xueci breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took the bag back.

He seemed very happy.

Fu Chengsi stared at that face for a long time.

No matter how you look at it, Song Xueci seems to have already placed herself in the role of a wife.

Otherwise, why would she cling to his arm, call him "husband," and then ask him to spend money on her?

Are they thinking those two have no potential, and are they planning to come looking for him again?

So what's the next step? What are we going to do?

I lured him into my room in the middle of the night, saying my stomach wasn't feeling well and asking if he could help warm it up.

That night, Fu Chengsi didn't sleep much.

They were just waiting to see what other tricks Song Xueci would pull on him.

But Song Xueci was late in arriving.

I guess they're keeping him hanging on.

However, the next day, Fu Chengsi saw a deep hickey on Song Xueci's neck.

The soft flesh there swelled up from being sucked so much.

Author's Note:

Just a clown.

Let me think, how many people will eat up this world of Succubus Xiao Ci? Hehe.