Pitiful Widower (23)

Song Xueci very easy to understand.

Fu Chengsi could tell from his expression that he had figured it out.

Her eyes were so wide open, so beautiful. Her lips were also parted, and you could see her soft, pink, moist mouth inside.

Seeing that Song Xueci had noticed his gaze, Fu Chengsi subtly withdrew it, as if he wasn't the one who had been staring intently just moments before.

He walked over from the rabbit graveyard. "Have you figured it out?"

Xue Ci was still unsure. "I don't know if my thinking is correct?"

He was about to say something when he noticed a servant not far away, seemingly watching them.

It's always good to be on guard. Xue Ci had learned her lesson and beckoned to Fu Chengsi, wanting to know if her thoughts aligned with his.

Like calling a dog.

Fu Chengsi narrowed his eyes and, out of instinct, moved closer without the slightest hesitation.

The breathy, sticky sound Xue Ci used when whispering was just a normal, everyday tone.

But Fu Chengsi felt he was panting.

Xue Ci was completely unaware of what the man was thinking. After telling him her thoughts, she tilted her head up, as if eagerly awaiting an answer.

"That's what I was thinking." Fu Chengsi saw a hint of smugness in the little face, and his heart skipped a beat. "Not too stupid after all."

"?"

Xue Ci was confused. "Are you praising me or insulting me?"

Fu Chengsi: "I'm praising you."

Is that so...?

Although the praise wasn't overt, Xue Ci was still somewhat pleased that she shared Fu Chengsi's thoughts, and went along with him, saying, "I'm not stupid at all; I've always had good grades since I was little."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard Fu Chengsi retort, "From childhood to adulthood? I see from your records that you haven't attended school."

Xue Ci in her breath.

Afraid of revealing something, he quickly changed the subject. "By the way, I said I owed you a favor. What do you want? I'll help you with anything I can."

That silly kitten has now completely mastered how to handle these dogs.

Just as he expected, Fu Chengsi stopped dwelling on what had just happened. He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Xue Ci's arm, and casually tore off the vine.

I haven't decided yet.

Xue Ci with an "Oh".

"You two!" The servant finally called out from a short distance away, walking towards them as if afraid they would stay in the woods any longer. "Joel said we can't go near there, have you forgotten?!"

The servant's tone was stern, and the two did not linger, walking one after the other into the castle.

Xue Ci didn't forget to go to the garden to pick a few fresh flowers.

On the way, Fu Chengsi noticed that he kept frowning his delicate eyebrows and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Xue Ci said frankly, "Perhaps we're all wrong."

He just couldn't believe something so bizarre could happen.

"Are you going upstairs to deliver flowers to Mrs. West later?"

"Um."

After asking his question, Fu Chengsi said nothing more and followed him to the top floor. It wasn't until Xue Ci descending the stairs and almost reached the second floor that the other man stopped him. "To see the portrait."

Xue Ci to the side, where the violin was hanging. On the wall were two paintings, one of Mrs. West and the other of her violin teacher.

He quickly understood what Fu Chengsi had shown him.

The portraits were painted by the same artist, and the artist's name was written in the lower right corner of each portrait.

The violin teacher's name is Aidean Wilson.

It turns out that Mrs. West's letters were all written to this teacher.

Xue Ci regret.

He saw them every day, but never paid any attention to them.

However, the lower right corner of Mrs. West's portrait appears to have been erased, leaving only West clearly visible.

The name is completely blurred.

"Do you remember that mother and daughter? What was the lady's name?" Fu Chengsi suddenly asked.

"Call her Jenny."

"Yes, that's him."

Perhaps because the painter didn't resemble the real person, Xue Ci had no idea about the painting when she saw Jenny.

I always thought Jenny was Mrs. West's daughter, not... Mrs. West herself.

"Mrs. West only keeps white rabbits, so she can't tell the difference. But Qin Zhou held one last time, so he should have noticed the weight difference."

Xue Ci suddenly realized. "So that's how it is."

No wonder Qin Zhou's progress bar increased back then.

After figuring all this out, the young servant seemed to realize something was amiss and immediately looked up at the man in front of him. "But how did you know Qin Zhou was holding a rabbit...?"

"I was in the living room at the time, you couldn't see me," Fu Chengsi said casually. "I was there too, with Lu Min that time."

Xue Ci had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next second--

"I saw him sucking your tongue; it got so red."

Xue Ci's eyelashes trembled, and she moved back.

Feeling lost, not knowing where to look.

Fortunately, Fu Chengsi ended the conversation by saying, "I asked the others for Mrs. West's name, but in the game's design, no one in town can tell the player."

really.

Xue Ci's profile only refers to her as Mrs. West, without her given name.

"Then let's go straight to West's house?"

"Perhaps they are the biggest villains. Just testing the waters isn't necessary; there's no need for such a risk. The painter lives in town; I'll go see him tomorrow. He probably won't be able to recall Jenny's name either, but he can restore the painting."

Xue Ci was taken aback. "You even know this?"

The young servant rarely spoke to him with such adoration. Fu Chengsi's eyelids twitched slightly. "I was investigating these things the days you were gone."

Perhaps people are naturally drawn to strength, because Xue Ci suddenly found Fu Chengsi less annoying.

He said "Oh," and then asked, "Since you know all this, why don't you just go find the painter? That way you could pass the level and leave."

Fu Chengsi remained silent for a moment, then crossed his arms.

"What if I clear the game and you're still not back?"

Xue Ci could sense that he seemed a little uncomfortable, as if he rarely spoke these kinds of words.

He smiled slightly. "Thank you for waiting for me."

Those innocent, unsuspecting kittens will rub their heads against you affectionately, as long as humans show even a little kindness.

The strange, electrifying sensation returned.

Even though Fu Chengsi had never been in a relationship, he understood what it was.

He was completely captivated by Song Xueci.

*

That night, Lu Min looked like he was about to die.

Because Xue Ci suggested that they sleep in separate rooms.

"If you think I'm being noisy, I can move away from you." Lu Min was agitated, his mouth churning with bitterness. "What did I do wrong? Are you angry with me? Tell me... and I'll definitely change immediately!"

Xue Ci felt really embarrassed by the humble tone.

Despite feeling guilty, it was inconvenient to share a room with Lu Min. He still needed to meet with Lucius later and find a way to bring his deceased husband back.

Erland so jealous; if the other person saw another man in his room, they would cause a huge uproar.

The progress bar has already reached 80%, so we can't afford to cause any more problems.

I want to sleep alone now.

Seeing his dejected look, Xue Ci couldn't bear it any longer. "Lower your head."

Lu Min, like a big dog, obediently brought his curly hair close to Xue Ci's face.

His hair is now a medium length, he looks handsome and clean-cut, and he's started to take care of himself.

Nobody wants a sloppy boyfriend, especially someone as beautiful as Xue Ci; how could his face possibly match hers?

Ke Xue Ci noticeably colder towards him.

The other two players in the castle were practically drooling over Xue Ci. Qin Zhou, who was in his adolescence, was completely mesmerized by Xue Ci's beauty right from the start. And then there was Fu Chengsi, who initially had an arrogant look that looked down on the weak, but now he was sticking to Xue Ci's side every day.

But his official boyfriend was the one on the very periphery.

Lu Min vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to say anything about going public with their relationship, fearing that Xue Ci would find him annoying and break up with him directly.

He already considers Xue Ci his wife and cannot accept the idea of breaking up.

The boy's touch was gentle, smoothing his hair, which made Lu Min feel a tingling sensation down his spine, and he instantly became aroused.

Introverted men are easy to please.

Seeing that he was happy again, Xue Ci about to pull her hand away when he suddenly asked, "Xiao Ci, when do you want to leave here?"

Xue Ci, still searching for her husband's body, asked anxiously, "... What happened?"

"I've already typed out the walkthrough code," Lu Min said calmly, delivering a surprising statement. "You said you wanted to find your biological parents, and I looked into it for you, but there's no such background."

Xue Ci was terrified upon hearing this.

Fortunately, it wasn't discovered that he was widowed...

He composed himself, praised the other person, and then made an excuse to say he would leave in a while.

"Is it because of Bill, or the one you were with last time?" Lu Min asked, his eyes lowered. "Do you want to take them out too?"

"..."

Hmm... actually, that's about right.

Xue Ci was hesitating about how to start the conversation when she heard Lu Min continue in a humble tone, "If you want to bring them along, give me one more day."

What?

Xue Ci is incredible.

He never expected that Lu Min would be willing to lower his standards to this extent.

"Thanks..."

Lu Min, who was so tall, buried his head vulnerablely in Xue Ci's neck.

I took a deep breath.

It smells so good.

He preferred holding the person in his arms like this to secretly smelling their clothes.

Therefore, even if there are other people involved, it's tolerable.

Lu Min's voice was hoarse. "You can take whoever you want out, but don't ignore me after you leave."

So pitiful.

Xue Ci felt embarrassed to try and flirt with him anymore. "Um... I won't ignore you, you're a very good person."

A "good guy" card was issued.

Lu Min couldn't tell, and assuming that Xue Ci still had a place for him in her heart, he became more energetic and insisted that Xue Ci give him her dirty clothes from today so he could wash them.

Homebodies are simple-minded, but sometimes they can be stubborn.

Unable to maintain the stalemate, Xue Ci let him into the room.

Lu Min carried the bucket out, looking much better than before.

11: [Host, this Fragment is better than the pervert.]

Reminded by him, Xue Ci realized that the Fragment had been silent for a long time: [Is he still fighting the main god?]

11: [Yes! The Quick Transmigration Bureau is in complete chaos! Except for the system still in the small world, all the other systems have run away, and the small world is on the verge of collapse.]

Xue Ci's lips turned pale, and she asked worriedly, "[Will there be any danger?]"

11: [No other information can be found at the moment; the location tracking is no longer valid. However, the way back to the real world left by the virus can still be used. Host, would you like to go back?]

Xue Ci shook her head without hesitation.

You can't abandon him.

Xue Ci had never recognized this Virus Fragment, but he always felt that the other party had known him for a long time.

When was that?

He doesn't use computers much, let alone artificial intelligence.

Who exactly is this person? Why is there such a strong obsession with him? Why is he treated so unconditionally well?

Why... do I like him?

*

Nothing happened that night.

The next morning, Xue Ci and Fu Chengsi delivered the oil painting to the painter. The painter was old, with a full head of white hair, but still in good health.

Currently, one person lives alone in a remote area of the town.

Sure enough, the old man called out "Miss Wells," and after asking, he just kept repeating the name as if he were playing a bug.

Fu Chengsi handed the painting to the other party.

Despite the vast difference in time, the elderly painter immediately recognized it as his own work. Compared to the businessman who painted, he looked more like an artist as he focused on restoring the painting with his reading glasses and magnifying glass.

Xue Ci and Fu Chengsi sat quietly to the side, waiting.

After a morning had passed, the old man finally called them over.

Xue Ci saw "Jenny".

Thus, his idea was confirmed.

The mother and daughter he saw at night were both Mrs. West herself.

Looking back now, there are indeed many details—for example, the little girl and Mrs. West's granddaughter had different tastes, and subtle differences can be seen in the decoration of the castle.

So, after opening that door at night, they would go to the castle at different times of the day.

Mrs. West as a child.

And middle age.

Xue Ci let out a sigh of relief.

It turns out it wasn't a genetic talent; the whole family loves the violin.

It was Jenny from beginning to end.

What is the purpose of showing three stages of Jenny's life simultaneously?

Xue Ci quickly understood.

In the following days, Xue Ci would leave home precisely when the bell rang.

Sometimes it's a little girl, sometimes it's Ms. Jenny.

The little girl is innocent and lively. Sometimes she will playfully sit on the sofa and play with her rabbit, but she will also practice the violin and write sheet music seriously.

When Jenny appeared, she was mostly busy with housework.

The violin sound appears very rarely.

On the fourth night, Xue Ci heard someone playing music.

The others also left their room and went downstairs together.

Just as Xue Ci reached the top of the stairs, the violin music suddenly stopped.

"Bang"--

It sounded like a heavy object hitting the floor.

The group surrounded Xue Ci, shielding her completely.

Before they even saw Jenny, they heard a stern voice. "Didn't I tell you not to pull this piece of junk?"

Then came Jenny's restrained voice. "This isn't junk, it's something I obtained—"

"Winning awards? That was so many years ago! You should spend more time supervising your child; look at the state she's become with all that playing!"

"Also, who was that person you spoke to yesterday? What did they say? Don't wear skirts when you go out in the future."

The man launched into a tirade, until he mentioned the name "Aidean," at which point Jenny, who had remained silent, finally snapped.

"I've already said, he's my mentor, not my lover."

"Really? Then why do you still try to write to him every year? Isn't it because you can't forget him?"

"I want to know where he went and why he hasn't shown up."

"He'll show up? If he does, he'll kidnap you! He'll use participating in an international competition as an excuse, but he'll actually elope with you! If Joel hadn't told your family back then, would you still be able to stay and live a rich and comfortable life with me?"

Then, there was another "bang" --

This time, Jenny smashed the water glass on the ground!

When the bell rang, everything returned to normal when they went downstairs; there was nothing on the ground.

Xue Ci down; he was saddened by Mrs. West's passing.

If Aidean had kept his promise and arrived in time, perhaps Jenny would still be standing on the stage, radiating her unique light.

Instead of being betrayed by Joel, feeling disappointed, helpless, and in pain... and then giving up on his dream.

Lu Min noticed Xue Ci's emotions and ruffled his hair. "Then what can we do for Mrs. West? Her appearances at three different times must mean she wants us to do something for her."

Qin Zhou, filled with righteous indignation, said, "Of course, we should kill that old bastard Joel."

Xue Ci lowered her eyes. "Perhaps."

His voice was clear, filled with pity and compassion. "But I think, perhaps, she has simply found her teacher."

*

The tasks were quickly assigned, and the three of them split up early the next morning to investigate clues about Aidean.

The teacher came to the town as a tourist, and no one paid him any attention.

Moreover, so many years have passed, and those young people who were around the same age back then have all become old.

There are very few clues.

While they were searching for clues, Xue Ci was looking for Lucius.

He forgot to tell Lucius where to meet when he left, which is why he can't be contacted now.

Looks like I need to go out and ask Bill for help.

Just then, the castle's water pipes broke down again, and the kitchen kept leaking.

"I've already called a repairman, but I need to go home for a bit. Can you and Ivan wait here for him?"

Ivan is the chef here, a silent NPC who only knows how to cook.

Xue Ci agreed.

Around the afternoon, Ivan arrived with the repairman.

The man was very tall; Xue Ci estimated he was about 1.9 meters tall as he walked over. His strong and upright body was encased in a dark blue work uniform.

I don't know if it's because his pectoral muscles are too developed or the work clothes are too small, but they look like they're about to bulge out.

The other person was carrying a toolbox, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, so their face was completely obscured.

Xue Ci didn't look at him for long and led him to the kitchen.

"This is it."

Xue Ci opened the cabinet; the water pipe was broken, and water was dripping down.

A soft chuckle suddenly came from behind.

"A lot of water has flowed out."

What...

Provoked by the strange words, Xue Ci turned around and met a pair of bright green eyes.

And the blonde hair near the brim of the hat.

Xue Ci in surprise, "... Bill?"

Bill removed his mask, his tone still as nasty as before. "You're just walking around in such a short maid dress in front of all those guys? Don't they want to lift your skirt and lick you?"

Noticing Bill's gaze lingering on her legs, Xue Ci awkwardly fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, trying to change the subject. "You... how did you become a repairman?"

"You haven't come to see me at all, it's like you've completely forgotten about me." Bill's lips twitched slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile. "Looks like you really did forget my birthday."

Is it your birthday?

Xue Ci immediately checked the information; it was for tomorrow.

"I... what kind of gift do you want?" Xue Ci thought for a moment, "A cream cake?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the burly cleaner lunged at the beautiful widow.

A sturdy body can completely conceal another figure.

It's like being casually pulled into someone's arms, and there's nothing you can do to resist.

Bill's voice was low and hoarse, filled with the urgency and frustration of not seeing anyone for days. "I'd rather pour cream down your throat."

Fill it up.

Then press it out with your hands.

Author's Note:

It wasn't written down.

Next chapter.

However, it's just a hug and kiss; if you want to eat it, you'll have to wait until the third playthrough. This little world won't end so soon.

Someone had to eat it before Bill could get a turn. [Pity][Pity][Pity]