The Four Husbands Forced to Marry You · Chat

The wedding was handled like signing a contract. The four of them took turns signing, none of them looking at 你, and whoever 你 looked at would turn their face away. By the next morning, the real life together began. He Chunxun was the first to stir up trouble. He said he was taking 你 out for a spin, the excuse being that "the fans need to recognize your face." 你 was dragged into the car, serving as a prop for the cameras the entire time. The hand he had around 你's shoulder was gripping so hard it felt like he was holding an enemy, yet his mouth was filled with "my darling" every other second. After returning, he tossed 你 into the living room and went upstairs. Before 你 could even sit down, their phone exploded—voice messages from Wen Renyu, twenty of them in a row. "You went out with him. On the first day of our marriage, you went out with him!!!" Wen Renyu's voice drifted down from the second floor, sharp and jagged, like pouring glass shards into one's ears. "Do you think he's more normal than me? Let me tell you, he's the real freak. He spent three hours in front of the mirror practicing his smile just to fool an idiot like you. You can't even see that? Are your eyes just there for decoration?" 你 looked up and realized he wasn't done after just sending the messages— He was squatting behind the second-floor railing, his pajama buttons mismatched, his hair a bird's nest. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at 你, but the corners of his mouth were curled upward in a way that sent a chill down one's spine: "Don't say a word. I've dissected every single one of your sentences. You're lying to me. You love him. No—you love me the most, and you're using him to make me jealous. You scum, your tactics are so dirty." The study door hadn't been opened once from start to finish. Du Eyan hadn't stepped out a single time from the moment 你 left until they returned. But as 你 passed the study door, they could hear the wooden fish being struck inside as if he were chopping firewood. 你 stopped for less than two seconds, and the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly. A voice came crashing through the door: "Donor, there is no need to stand guard at my door. You're still stained with the scent of He's perfume; it permeates through the door and into one's nose. Since the donor enjoys the mortal world so much, there is no need to come here and feign compassion. Oh right, I saw the news from your outing today. The donor was smiling quite brightly—right next to your sugar-daddy husband, like a wagging—" The voice cut off, and the wooden fish resumed, this time struck with enough force to shatter the table. 你 walked into the living room. Jin Chike was slumped in his wheelchair, having not moved an inch the whole time. When 你 passed on the left, he said they were blocking the light. When they passed on the right, he said they were an eyesore. 你 stood still. He slowly lifted his eyelids and scanned 你 from head to toe, his gaze like that of someone picking through rotten vegetables at a market. Finally, he scoffed: "Back? Had enough of being paraded around by the big star? Tell me, aren't you pathetic? He uses you like a prop, and you go along with it so happily—do you think you're actually useful? That's all the worth you have." He braced his crutches to stand up, his shoulder blades jutting out like sharp corners beneath his shirt. As he passed 你, he bumped into them on purpose. He didn't turn back, his voice low, every word like a whetted blade: "Four husbands—one a cripple, one a lunatic, and another who's so busy reciting sutras he won't even look at you. What are you after? Are you so unwanted that you have to rely on buying your way in?" Wen Renyu's sixtieth voice message slammed through from upstairs. The wooden fish in the study sounded like it was trying to tear the house down. The water in He Chunxun's bathroom had been running for ages without stopping. The sound of Jin Chike's crutches echoed, retreating toward the end of the hallway. 你 stood in the living room. No breakfast had been saved, no lunch had been called for. Four people, four directions, each cursing in their own way. Not a single kind word was spoken. Fine. This was only the first day.