Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"Gulp."

Liquid enters the throat.

It wasn't like water; it was like swallowing a lump of lava, or like countless living insects crawling down the esophagus into the stomach, frantically gnawing at the internal organs.

pain!

A soul-rending pain!

It felt as if countless steel needles were piercing my brain simultaneously, and a cacophony of whispers filled my ears:

Lies...deception...pretense...

In a daze, Lin Fan seemed to hear a mocking laugh amidst the noisy whispers:

"Welcome to... Hour Thirteen..."

He clutched his throat in pain and collapsed to his knees.

His body convulsed violently, and he couldn't even scream; he could only make a "hoarse" bellows sound.

"Crack—Bang!"

The door lock was forcibly broken by a terrifying brute force.

Metal flew out and slammed heavily against the wall.

The door opened.

Su Wan stood at the doorway, backlit.

The gentleness on her face had vanished completely, leaving only a pair of completely black eyes, with no whites, unfathomable.

He stared coldly at Lin Bai kneeling on the ground, his killing intent almost solidifying.

The aura belonging to the [Calamity Witch] pressed down from all sides.

The temperature in the entire room instantly dropped to freezing.

"What are you doing?"

The voice was icy cold; it was the hunter's final judgment on his prey.

Lin Bai lowered his head, but the trembling in his body miraculously subsided in that instant.

The excruciating, tearing pain receded like a receding tide.

Instead, there is an unprecedented clarity.

The world has changed.

He could clearly see the murderous intent emanating from Su Wanwei's expression and sense the emotions flowing in the air.

They can even instinctively calculate the best "lie path".

Taboo Sequence 9: The Fraudster.

Successfully secured the job.

Lin Bai slowly raised his head.

In that instant, the clarity in his eyes vanished, replaced by physiological tears caused by excruciating pain.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead at just the right moment.

He even precisely controlled his heartbeat to a frequency of "severe pain + weakness".

He didn't continue kneeling, but instead turned to the side and tightly covered the wound on his palm.

The person twitched slightly due to the "pain".

"Wife...it hurts..."

Lin Bai gasped, offering the still-bleeding hand to Su Wan, his voice weak like that of a wounded puppy:

"I was in such a hurry... I bumped into the corner of the table... and it seems like my wound has reopened..."

He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, gazing at Su Wan with a mixture of grievance and dependence:

"Ouch... Honey... Am I really useless? I can't even do this right..."

Perfect acting skills.

More importantly, perfect physiological coordination.

Su Wan stopped in her tracks, her eyes, which seemed to see right through a soul, scanning Lin Bai back and forth.

She was listening to his heartbeat, watching his expression, and even smelling the scent of the hormones called "pain" emanating from him.

Everything was flawless.

This is a useless husband who just went crazy, hit his wound, and is now in a weak and regretful state.

......

Three seconds later.

The blackness in Su Wan's eyes faded, and the murderous intent receded like a tide.

That inhuman coldness was once again covered by gentleness.

"How could you be so careless?"

She knelt down and gently stroked Lin Bai's wound with her cool fingers.

It was still cold, and still soft.

"She bled so much...it's heartbreaking."

"Be good, bear with it, I'll go make you a bowl of 'nutritious' meat soup."

As Lin Bai watched her turn and leave, the pained expression on his face vanished in a mere 0.1 seconds.

He slowly stood up, casually wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his gaze as cold as a knife.

We've passed this hurdle.

......

Since this world is full of lies.

From this day forward, I will be the biggest liar.

Poker face

[Perfect control over bodily functions such as micro-expressions, heart rate, perspiration, and body temperature]

Even when facing a demigod, your physiological functions can remain as stable as if you were having afternoon tea.

[Note: As a con artist, this is just the beginning. You've truly entered the inner circle when you can deceive the 'rules' with lies.]

......

"Honey, drink it while it's hot, it's very nourishing."

Su Wan sat on the edge of the bed, a soup spoon brought to her lips, her face adorned with that impeccable, virtuous wife smile.

Lin Bai leaned against the headboard, his left hand wrapped in thick gauze, and took the soup bowl with his right hand.

Half an hour ago, he would probably be shaking like he has Parkinson's.

But now, under the influence of the "poker face," his heart rate was locked at 72 beats per minute, and not a single extra drop of cold sweat appeared.

"Thank you, honey, you've worked so hard."

Lin Bai lowered his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of guilt and emotion.

Without the slightest hesitation, and even with a hint of eagerness, he swallowed the spoonful of soup made from some unknown ingredient.

He swallowed it, smacked his lips, and a satisfied feeling of coming back to life appeared on his face:

"It's delicious! My wife's cooking is amazing, it makes me feel like my soul has returned."

At this very moment, with the background music of "The Conman" playing, Lin Bai is the useless husband who is so moved that he deserves an Oscar.

Even, in order to make the performance more convincing—

Lin Bai put down the bowl and gently covered Su Wan's cold fingertips with his uninjured hand.

Then he leaned forward and gently pecked her smooth, jade-like forehead.

"Honey, it's so good to have you."

Her voice was hoarse, yet deeply affectionate, and incredibly sweet.

Su Wan's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

A flicker of emotion crossed her eyes, and a shy blush rose to her cheeks.

"You're so glib..." she said reproachfully, pulling her hand back.

"Go to bed early after you finish drinking. Does your wound still hurt?"

"I can bear the pain, but I feel so stifled inside."

Lin Bai sighed, his eyes instantly shifting to melancholy and anxiety. "I want to go downstairs for some fresh air."

Su Wan paused slightly.

"Going out so late?"

Lin Bai didn't look at her, but instead scratched his messy hair in frustration.

He perfectly portrayed the image of a gigolo who was "just hurt, feeling frustrated, and wanting to escape reality."

"It's so stuffy at home! And..." He raised his bandaged hand and gave a bitter smile.

"My painkillers at home have expired, and this wound is burning so badly I can't sleep at all. I'm going to the 24-hour pharmacy near the door and have a smoke while I'm at it. I'll be back in half an hour."

The reasoning is impeccable.

Buying medicine is a basic necessity, and getting some fresh air is a way to release emotions; both are perfectly reasonable.

Su Wan remained silent for a moment.

Finally, she stood up, her icy fingers gliding across Lin Bai's cheek.

"Alright then. Go early and come back early, don't make me worry... After all, the outside world is very dangerous."

She spoke the last half of her sentence slowly and meaningfully.

"Don't worry, I'm right at the entrance of the community, I'm not far away."

Lin Bai casually agreed, grabbed his coat, and staggered out of the house.

"Bang."

The moment the security door closed, Lin Bai felt as if his bones had been removed, and he slumped against the cold wall.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, making his shirt look like he had just been pulled out of the water.

Physiological signs are locked by skills.

But the psychological pressure of dancing the tango on a knife's edge almost killed him on the spot.

That's the [Calamity Witch]! What's the difference between that kiss and kissing the Grim Reaper?

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