After the secret marriage to my top star partner

Chapter 37.1

Editor: Princess

Everyone who heard this struggled to contain their laughter, trying hard not to laugh too loudly.

Mu Nan’s face flushed red with embarrassment. “Um… I’m not being germophobic…” He lowered his head awkwardly.

“Yes, I did.” Cheng Han responded with a sour expression before walking away.

Mu Nan completed the final recording with his treated arm. In the end, only Duan Shi escaped successfully. Everyone else died in the manor.

Finally, the butcher revealed himself, and surprisingly, it was a famous C Country sprinter.

Mu Nan didn’t expect that the production team could invite such a renowned figure. Then he realized that the butcher must have been holding back throughout. Otherwise, he could have caught someone in a few steps, preventing the game from progressing.

Duan Shi received the production team’s prize. A gold-plated medal featuring the manor’s main gate. Once the recording was concluded, the manor would be open to the public officially as a gaming venue.

However, after admiring the medal, Duan Shi didn’t wear it. Instead, she walked directly to Mu Nan and placed it around his neck.

She smiled shyly. “Thank you. Without you saving me, I couldn’t have won. This medal rightfully belongs to you.”

“I didn’t…” Mu Nan felt awkward, unsure whether to accept or decline. However, while hesitating, the camera moved closer, capturing his somewhat stiff smile.

Duan Shi stood beside him, smiling warmly.

Cheng Han watched this scene, then averted his gaze slowly.

After the recording concluded, Mu Nan removed the medal to return it to Duan Shi, but she refused.

“It rightfully belongs to you. What’s more, once a gift is given, there’s no reason to take it back.”

Mu Nan who was holding the medal, felt it burning in his hands.

Coincidentally, Cheng Han walked ahead of him. Without thinking, Mu Nan felt mischievous and wanted to tease him.

He tiptoed behind Cheng Han, then suddenly shouted while attempting to place the medal’s cord around his neck.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Han reacted swiftly. Before the cord touched his neck, he raised both hands to shield his neck, thereby blocking the cord.

Then, as if by instinct, he pulled the cord forcefully, dragging Mu Nan forward.

Then he grabbed Mu Nan’s wrist, restraining him with a joint-lock technique.

This posture mirrored exactly how he had twisted Shi Lai’s wrist previously.

“Ah! It’s me, it’s me!” Mu Nan almost screamed, afraid Cheng Han might twist his wrist similarly.

While Cheng Han pressed one hand on his shoulder and twisted the other on his wrist—specifically his injured arm—the flesh around the wound stretched, causing intense, sudden pain to flow throughout his entire arm.

“It hurts! Let me go!” As soon as Mu Nan struggled, Cheng Han immediately released his grip.

“Are you alright?” Cheng Han was equally alarmed, lifting Mu Nan’s arm for inspection. Some deeper wounds had begun bleeding again from the strain. Undoubtedly the shallower abrasions were also painful.

Sure enough, Mu Nan clutched his arm, his eyes watering from the pain.

“What are you doing?” While drawing sharp breaths, he examined his arm carefully. “I was just joking with you…” His tone carried extreme grievance.

“I‘m sorry.” Cheng Han was at a loss for a moment. Years of combat training had honed his intuition for danger, so when someone attempted to strangle him from behind, his defensive counterattack was almost instinctive.

But who could have thought that it was Mu Nan behind him?

Perhaps in others’ eyes, Mu Nan was a manly man. Yet in his eyes, he was as delicate as a flower, with tender white skin where the slightest injury appeared prominent. Presently, although he believed he hadn’t applied much force, Mu Nan’s wrist already had a bright red mark on it.

He was the person Cheng Han least wanted to harm, yet he had done so unintentionally.

Mu Nan cradled his arm, still sulking.

“Does it hurt badly?” Cheng Han asked cautiously.

“No, it doesn’t.” Mu Nan replied stubbornly.

“I’m sorry, I…” Cheng Han stepped closer, attempting to apologize.

However, Mu Nan interrupted him: “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have played around.” His mood was visibly low as he walked away dejectedly.

But as he left, he overheard someone criticizing him quietly, “Why do I feel like Mu Nan is being dramatic?”

“Right? What’s there to be upset about? Everyone was just having fun.”

Mu Nan didn’t want to explain or refute. He wasn’t upset, he was just avoiding confrontation.

Because at that instant, he had seen panicked concern in Cheng Han’s eyes. This expression startled him, suddenly forcing him to face a question he had long evaded.

Recent developments had exceeded his expectations. Cheng Han was increasingly “abnormal”, which in turn made him increasingly anxious.

It felt like standing on a violently trembling volcano, yet not knowing when it might erupt.

By the time they returned to the hotel, it was early morning. Exhausted but sweaty, Mu Nan couldn’t sleep without showering.

He asked for plastic wrap from the hotel, planning to protect his injured arm from the water while showering.

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