[2. Nanny Aunt Zhang]
[8. None of the above]
Options 6, Sichuan Chef and 7, Cantonese Chef, don’t even live here, so they can basically be eliminated. Moreover, considering Yu Shujun’s hints and Wen Nan’s judgment may not necessarily be accurate, the Guardian might not even be at Zhuang Yichen’s place, so Wen Nan still gave the 8th option.
Unlike before, when one or two options would clearly surge ahead from the start, crushing the other choices, this time, when the options were laid out, they were neck and neck, with similar numbers of bets.
Even the percentages for bodyguard Zhao Gang and repairman Uncle Wang were quite high.
Come on, guys, you’re ignoring the cute little maid Meimei, and at the very least, you should be picking the babysitter or minority Alex, right? At least those two can still be considered female characters.
Picking Zhao Gang and Uncle Wang is a bit much, c’mon, could those two be the Guardian?
The Guardian must be a woman, that’s Wen Nan’s little brain’s intuition, can’t be wrong.
If Zhao Gang and Uncle Wang are the Guardian, there’s only one possibility, they’ve used disguises or props to change their appearance.
This isn’t impossible either, considering Aunt Zhang the nanny could very likely just be a young woman disguised as a middle-aged woman.
After this analysis, Wen Nan looked again at the list of options on the system interface, and the number of bets gradually began to balance out.
In the end, the option with the highest votes turned out to be the last one?
The audience in the live stream doesn’t seem optimistic about any of these 7 people?
If it’s not these 7, then who could it be?
[*Don’t Set a Flag!*: Zhuang Yichen, I think it’s Zhuang Yichen]
[*ygs.qs*: Seems like it definitely isn’t Zhuang Yichen]
[*Don’t Set a Flag!*: What do you mean? You’re targeting me?]
[*ygs.qs*: No, dude, look at your name, haven’t you noticed you always help us rule out one wrong answer right away?]
[*Guardian 2.0*: Oh, I see, I almost went for the last one, luckily, I changed my mind]
[*Fun-seeker:P*: So, who are we betting on?]
[*Guardian 2.0*: Uncle Wang]
[*Fun-seeker:P*: ...That’s an old man]
[*Guardian 2.0*: What’s wrong with old men? The older, the sweeter, the best with the old man smell, slurp slurp]
[*Don’t Set a Flag!*: New viewers, what are you made of? Investigate thoroughly!]
[*Fun-seeker:P*: ...Please don’t drag me into this too]
Inside the room, Zhuang Yichen walked out of the bathroom, saw Wen Nan standing by the bed, and approached with a smile, reaching out to hug Wen Nan, burying her face into his chest, whispering softly, "Hubby, tonight really scared me, I’m so glad you’re okay."
Wen Nan loosely supported the cool body against him, smiling, "There’s no one else here, do we still need to act?"
Zhuang Yichen’s expression darkened, releasing her hands from around his waist, sniffed at Wen Nan’s chest, then huffed a small hey, pushing him away, "You stink, go take a shower and change your clothes."
"Stink?" Wen Nan pinched his cotton pajamas, giving them a sniff.
The hem lifted, revealing a strip of his lean waist. Zhuang Yichen’s gaze flicked over, lingering below the waistline. She unconsciously recalled the scenes of last night, her gaze becoming heated, biting her lower lip lightly,
"There’s a strong smoky smell, like you just crawled out of a chimney. What, planning to cosplay as Santa, hubby?"
Wen Nan recalled moving through smoke, being evacuated from the explosion site on the top floor, and helplessly chuckled,
"Well, I’ll go take another bath then."
He moved to the bed, picked up the freshly prepared pajamas, and walked towards the bathroom.
Zhuang Yichen stood where she was, staring at Wen Nan’s back, lifting her hand to gently rub her lower lip, her desire-laden eyes growing more intense.
The bathroom door closed, and soon after, the sound of the shower door opening and closing echoed, followed by the pitter-patter of water.
Listening for a while, Zhuang Yichen only felt the sound of water hitting her eardrums, but itching within her heart.
Ultimately, unable to resist, she walked to the bathroom door, raised her hand, and gently turned the doorknob, with a click, the door opened.
’Hmph, taking a bath without locking the door, deliberately enticing me to come in? Such a scheming man!’
She pushed the door open, seeing the vague outline of that perfectly sculpted man’s nude form on the frosted glass of the shower door.
Zhuang Yichen stood at the door in a daze, recalling the scenes of the previous night, her breathing becoming involuntarily rapid.
Inside the enclosure, the water suddenly stopped, the man sensed her intrusion, turned off the shower, wiped his face, and then turned his head towards the door, asking, "Chenchen? Do you need something?"
That voice sounded so calm, so cold, not at all like someone who deliberately left the bathroom door open, waiting for her to come in and do something.
’Could it be...I got it wrong?’
"Oh, I-I came in to get a face mask, going out to apply it." Zhuang Yichen pretended to be calm as she replied.
"Hmm, the floor’s a bit slippery, be careful, take it slow, no rush." The man’s originally cold voice was infused with a bit of warmth.
Zhuang Yichen walked to the washbasin, opened the mirrored cabinet, casually took out a box of face masks, and then looked towards the door, her heart caught in a new tangle—
’Telling me to go slow, telling me not to rush...’
’Is this a hint to stay, to have a couple’s bath, or, to do something else?’
Zhuang Yichen leaned against the sink, staring at the shower door, tangled again.