Chapter 20 My Wife Has a Wife

Chapter 20: My Wife's Got a Wife

Lin Zaishan drove straight to Yu Yizhou's address as soon as he left the club.

In the morning, he had only glanced at it before forwarding it to Meng Lang. Now, looking at it closely, he realized that this Yu Yizhou actually lived on the west side of town. The west side wasn't too far from the city center, but the traffic was always a nightmare, so how long it would take was entirely a matter of luck. Lin Zaishan got stuck in traffic almost as soon as he hit the main road.

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, staring at the taillights of the cars ahead that weren't moving, and the anger kept rising inside him.

Traffic jams were annoying enough, but knowing that the little fag had run off with someone else made it even worse.

At this moment, the downside of not having a phone really hit home. If that idiot had a phone, he could just call him and ask where he was, who he was with, and when he was coming home. But now, he was stuck here, completely in the dark.

Then a huge question hit him—how did the little fag find Meng Lang's club?

Lin Zaishan frowned, pulled out his phone to call Lin Yajun, but just as he found her number, the screen flickered and the battery died.

He stared at the phone as it conveniently went dark, and the fire in his chest flared up even more.

Great. Just great.

He had finally figured it out: the little fag couldn't go a few days without causing him some kind of trouble, intentionally or not. Ever since he married this guy, his life had been anything but peaceful.

It was just the two of them before, and now there was this Yu Yizhou.

He frowned, trying to recall how Yuan Che had looked when he talked about Yu Yizhou that morning. He had used the word "neighbor," but now that he thought about it, casually giving out his address and following him away without a second thought—this was way more than just being "neighbors."

Lin Zaishan felt more and more uneasy.

A bold guess suddenly hit him—

Could this Yu Yizhou be the little fag's lover?

As soon as this thought appeared, Lin Zaishan perked up.

He had been worried about how to get rid of the guy, but now it seemed like someone was handing him the perfect excuse. If Yu Yizhou really was the little fag's lover, then why bother getting rid of him? The little fag had run off on his own, so it wasn't his problem.

When Yuan Simiao comes to collect him, he could just say directly: Your little brother ran off with someone. Meng Lang's club has surveillance footage—it has nothing to do with me.

If Yuan Simiao didn't let it go, he'd play nice first, then get nasty and turn it back on her. After all, he was now the little fag's legal husband. If the little fag ran off with someone else, wasn't he at least somewhat the victim?

The more Lin Zaishan thought about it, the more he felt this was a good deal.

Even though it wasn't exactly pleasant to be cuckolded as a man, he had never accepted this male wife. If they could get a clean divorce, and the little fag found his own happiness, wouldn't that be a win-win?

Thinking this way, the traffic jam no longer annoyed him.

He turned on the stereo and slowly followed the traffic. When he arrived at Yu Yizhou's building, he didn't even rush to get out; instead, he lit a cigarette and sat in the driver's seat, taking his time.

After all, the two queers probably hadn't seen each other in a while. They had left around the same time, so he needed to let them catch up and reconnect.

He remembered how clingy the little fag was—probably take at least an hour to finish their business.

After finishing one cigarette, he lit another.

Only after both cigarettes were finished did he finally push open the door and get out.

Yu Yizhou lived in a townhouse. Lin Zaishan walked to the door and looked up—the house was completely dark.

He carefully checked the door number. It was correct.

He rang the doorbell and waited for a while. No one answered. He rang again. Still no one. Lin Zaishan looked up at the pitch-black windows, and a bad feeling set in.

Where was he?

His phone was dead. He couldn't contact Meng Lang to check the surveillance footage, nor could he reach Lin Yajun. He had no choice but to drive back, full of misgivings.

This drive back felt much heavier.

That guess earlier was just a hunch after all. What if he was overthinking? What if the little fag hadn't run off, but had been taken away?

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Lin Zaishan slammed on the brakes. It was a red light.

He gripped the steering wheel, his mind racing through various possibilities.

Then he thought about how clumsy and stupid the little fag was—it wasn't out of the question that he'd been taken away.

But why would Yu Yizhou take the little fag?

Although he had only exchanged a few words with Yu Yizhou, the guy's dress and living environment suggested he wasn't the type to need money from kidnapping.

If it wasn't for money...

Then it had to be for love.

He stared at the flashing traffic light, his mind working fast: Could Yu Yizhou be...

Though he usually looked down on the little fag, even as a straight man, he had to admit that the little fag's looks were top-notch. Especially when he was silent, standing there, he could actually be quite impressive. So it wouldn't surprise Lin Zaishan if someone had a crush on him.

But if it was a crush, why would he take him away? What for?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

The red light ended. He floored the accelerator and drove straight home.

Fortunately, the traffic on the way back wasn't too bad. A journey that normally took an hour took him only forty minutes.

But by the time he got out of the car, Lin Zaishan's face had lost all its good humor.

No matter what, the little fag was taken away from his territory. Even if Yuan Simiao didn't pursue it for now, he couldn't just let it go. If it was an elopement, that was a different story—mutual consent. But if the little fag was taken against his will, he definitely wouldn't let that pretty boy get away with it.

As long as they weren't divorced, the little fag was still his. If anyone dared to touch him, they were slapping Lin Zaishan in the face.

The elevator went up, and the angrier he got. When he pushed open the front door, he didn't even notice the four shoes by the entrance.

He only saw the living room brightly lit.

His heart sank. He strode quickly past the entrance—and then froze in place.

His man was sitting on the sofa with that pretty boy, chatting happily.

If he wasn't mistaken, the little fag was even peeling an apple for Yu Yizhou!!

"Yuan——"

Lin Zaishan roared in anger, but he remembered the surname and got stuck on the given name.

The old lady always called him "Xiaoyuan" or "Xiaoyuan" every day. Occasionally she used his full name, but he never paid attention. He never thought the day would come when he couldn't remember it. He stood there, completely stuck.

Fortunately, Yuan Che stood up first.

He was still holding the fruit knife and the half-peeled apple, and called out in surprise when he saw Lin Zaishan. "Brother-in-law?"

Lin Zaishan exploded with rage. "What did you just call me?!"

"Brother-in-law..." Yuan Che repeated matter-of-factly.

Lin Zaishan paused, then looked at the pretty boy sitting on the sofa, remembering there was an outsider present. He cleared his throat awkwardly, glanced at Yuan Che—tight-lipped, eh.

"Hello, Mr. Lin." Yu Yizhou stood up and extended a hand. "We meet again."

Lin Zaishan suppressed his anger, shook it perfunctorily and let go. The awkwardness faded quickly as he regained his sense of control. "Hello, what a coincidence. I didn't know you were his friend."

"Yes." Yu Yizhou smiled warmly. "I was really surprised to learn that Yuan Che's sister is actually Mr. Lin's partner."

Lin Zaishan raised an eyebrow—so the name was Yuan Che.

"Yuan Che." He finally said the name. "You left just now without telling me?"

As he spoke, he loosened his tie and walked toward the sofa, sitting down casually. Seeing them still standing, he gestured. "Sit."

Yuan Che said nothing, glanced at Yu Yizhou, and then they both sat down together, a bit awkwardly.

Lin Zaishan's gaze lingered on the distance between them for a second.

So close?

"I'm asking you, Yuan Che," he reminded, his tone soft but his eyes not so soft.

"Sorry, brother-in-law." Yuan Che's voice dropped. "They said you weren't there, so I brought Xiaozhou home."

Xiaozhou? Lin Zaishan sneered inwardly. Calling him that intimately—definitely something going on.

"Sorry, Mr. Lin." Yu Yizhou also apologized, sounding sincere. "I should have told you earlier, but when I saw you leave, I thought you were gone."

Mentioning this made Lin Zaishan a bit uneasy.

This pretty boy had seen him with Zhang Weina. Though nothing happened, the atmosphere at the time was easy to misunderstand.

He glanced at Yu Yizhou, said nothing more, then turned to Yuan Che with a new question—had he seen it?

"Have you eaten, brother-in-law?" Yuan Che suddenly asked.

Lin Zaishan snapped out of it, looked at the knife and half-peeled apple in his hand, and said coldly, "Yes."

One question, one answer.

The three fell into awkward silence.

Lin Zaishan sat on the single sofa, while Yuan Che and Yu Yizhou squeezed together on the long sofa. On the coffee table sat the half-peeled apple, two cups, and a pot of tea—it actually looked like a real scene.

He stared at the half-peeled apple, feeling a bit sour.

This guy made him breakfast, coffee, and peeled fruit every day. He thought that was... that was...

What was it? Was it his due?

Now seeing Yuan Che peeling an apple for someone else, he wasn't so sure.

"You two..." Lin Zaishan started, then stopped. "Met by chance today?"

"Yes, Mom told me to find you, but I ran into Xiaozhou as soon as I walked in," Yuan Che replied.

"I invited Yuan Che to my place, but he said he had to come home tonight, so we came here together. Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Lin," Yu Yizhou added politely.

Lin Zaishan nodded, not asking further—asking more would make it seem like he cared.

But when he didn't speak, the other two didn't either.

Yuan Che continued peeling the apple, Yu Yizhou sipped tea from his cup, occasionally exchanging glances. The silent understanding between them made Lin Zaishan deeply uncomfortable—it was his home, but he felt like an outsider.

Lin Zaishan coldly watched the two sitting stiffly on the sofa, mentally estimating how far their affair had gone.

He hadn't noticed when they passed in the hallway earlier, but now, seeing that pretty boy sitting next to Yuan Che, he looked surprisingly petite. Lin Zaishan usually thought of Yuan Che as his "male wife," always being clingy and sticky.

But now, seeing him with another man, Lin Zaishan realized: this little fag, aside from his delicate and pretty face, when silent, didn't fit the "wife" label at all.

Over six feet, broad shoulders, long legs—he sat there like a little mountain. Beside him, Yu Yizhou was slender and spoke softly. With this setup, who was whose wife was anybody's guess.

Lin Zaishan chuckled inwardly.

Though he was straight, he knew a bit about gay relationships. Take Lin Wenjun, for example—his boyfriends were always tall and burly. By that logic, Lin Wenjun was probably the "male wife" in their relationship. Following that reasoning—

He never would have expected that this little fag could have his own male wife.

"Um..." the 'wife' himself suddenly started. "It's getting late. I'll head home now."

Yu Yizhou stood up and looked at Yuan Che. "Can I get your number? I'll jot it down."

Yuan Che looked up at him from the couch, about to answer when Lin Zaishan cut in: "He doesn't have a cell phone."

A flash of surprise crossed Yu Yizhou's face, but quickly replaced by a polite smile.

Seeing this, Lin Zaishan walked over to Yuan Che, patted his shoulder, and deliberately softened his tone: "Yuan Che doesn't like using his cell phone, does he?"

Yuan Che looked up, a bit confused, and nodded.

Satisfied, Lin Zaishan pulled his hand away and turned to Yu Yizhou: "Take care, then. We'll let you see yourself out."

Yu Yizhou gave a slight smile. "Okay, it was nice meeting you."

He offered a hand to Lin Zaishan.

Before Lin Zaishan could take his hand, Yuan Che suddenly stood up from the sofa—

"No need to shake hands." He stood between them, his tone a bit awkward. "You already shook hands earlier, didn't you?"

Lin Zaishan was taken aback, then amused.

Oh, so there really is something? The little fag was already guarding his turf?

His mean streak came out.

"We already shook hands, but we can shake again." Lin Zaishan laughed heartily, stepped around Yuan Che, and deliberately reached out to shake Yu Yizhou's hand. "Nice meeting you too."

He smiled sincerely, his tone affectionate, his grip extra hard. Out the corner of his eye, he shot a glance at Yuan Che—the little fag's face indeed darkened.

Yu Yizhou seemed to notice nothing, his eyes fixed on Lin Zaishan: "Goodbye, Mr. Lin."

"Goodbye." Lin Zaishan nodded slightly, barely suppressing a laugh.

"I'm off now, Yuan Che." Yu Yizhou said to Yuan Che once more, then turned and left.

Yuan Che, as expected, said nothing, just stood there expressionlessly watching the door close.

Lin Zaishan watched him, and after Yu Yizhou was far away, finally burst out laughing.

"What are you standing around for?" His tone was teasing. "Not going to see him off?"

The moment he finished speaking, Yuan Che's face completely fell.

"If you want to see him off, go ahead yourself."

With that, he walked toward the bedroom without looking back.

"Bang——"

The bedroom door closed.

At the same time, the front door also closed.

The two doors closed almost simultaneously, leaving Lin Zaishan alone, dumbfounded in the living room.