Cheng Leyan had no idea that his husband now had an eight-pack.

After reading a bit of “Criminal Law” with Zhuozhuo, and hearing that Mama Rong had left, he went to check on Rong Wangzhi.

Seeing those big Karzilan eyes on him, Cheng Leyan couldn’t help but laugh.

He didn’t know what was up with this cheap husband, how he always ended up with these weird yet stunning makeup looks.

So, Cheng Leyan rolled up Rong Wangzhi’s pant leg to check on the bedsores from the sanatorium.

The bedsores had healed, the bruises were gone, now he just looked a little thin but generally healthy.

Cheng Leyan sighed in relief. The two caregivers went to familiarize themselves with the house under Butler Li’s guidance, so he decided to handle things himself. He turned Rong Wangzhi over and started massaging him.

Thanks to his experience taking care of paralyzed patients, he was quite adept at it.

Until… he reached the abdomen.

Three question marks popped up above Cheng Leyan’s head.

Why did this feel weird?

He felt it again.

What’s going on? Did someone stuff bricks under my husband’s clothes?

Crazy! Makeup is one thing, but why put bricks in a patient’s gown?!

Though, these bricks felt hard, but pressing them a bit—they were kind of bouncy. What’s going on?

They were indeed so bouncy!

Cheng Leyan couldn’t resist pressing a bit more.

…Wait a minute. These aren’t bricks.

Abs?! Could these be abs?!?!

Shocked beyond belief, Cheng Leyan undid Rong Wangzhi’s shirt buttons and gasped at the sight before him, leaning back strategically.

The hormones hit like a wave.

He saw almost perfect eight-pack abs.

The muscle lines were smooth, without excess, harboring power like a meticulously crafted artwork. These weren’t muscles built by protein powders but through prolonged training and sweat, solid, powerful, almost bursting, and the hormonal force was palpable from a distance.

Cheng Leyan didn’t know where to focus his eyes, but he knew exactly where to put his hands.

—Why even ask!

The hands should definitely be on the abs!

Nowhere else but there!

As if possessed, his hands instinctively went where they should.

At that moment, Cheng Leyan couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow!”

So bouncy, so perfect, so good to touch! And in segments!!

He rationally knew he should quickly remove his hands and fix the patient’s gown, but…

The tactile sensation! Can a human even have this?

Can’t control it! Really can’t control it! He barely refrained from biting on it, with all his self-control!

Ah, two more seconds, just two more seconds!

And those seconds stretched slightly longer, when suddenly, a male voice sounded in his mind, “Mr. Cheng, hello. We now have five minutes to communicate—oh, can you stop the sutra? It’s a bit noisy. Thanks.”

The voice was deep and magnetic, calm and composed, almost devoid of emotional fluctuations, striking abruptly in his mind.

Cheng Leyan was silent for five seconds, then screamed, “Ahhhh, ghost!”

His voice broke.

He was scared out of his mind and jumped up, running away. He never knew he was this afraid of ghosts, nor did he know he could run that fast.

He used to joke with Mama Rong, saying maybe Mr. Rong was haunted by “mac ghosts” or “Mao Geping ghosts” or “3ce ghosts”, but those were just jokes. He never thought these makeup ghosts could be so terrifying.

419 used to speak in his mind, but the system voice had a non-human quality that was unmistakably AI, not this scary. Now this evolved ghost, way too humanlike, with the uncanny valley effect, was super freaky.

When he snapped out of it, he found himself outside. Calming down, he realized his sugar daddy was still inside! Thinking of his job, his duties, and (most importantly) his salary, in the end, he gritted his teeth.

Sugar Daddy, I’m doing this for you!

So he headed back, holding an iPad playing sutras as a shield in front of him, bluffing with, “I don’t know what you are, but you, you, you, get out of my husband’s body right now, or I’ll call Master Liu!”

This time, nothing happened.

In his mind, 419 curiously said, “[That’s strange, Host. Something’s odd.]”

Cheng Leyan: “[Ahhhh, you heard it too, System Father? Not my imagination, right? Scared me to death, so terrifying, just like a person!]”

419: “[Host, it’s not like a person; it should be a person—I just sensed a similar energy to mine. Rong Wangzhi is using a tool. 

If I’m not mistaken, Rong Wangzhi also has a system, and it should be my former colleague. I speculated his pouty lips, eyelash precision, Karzilan big eyes, and eight-pack abs were all buff effects.]”

Seems like when it involved his former group, even the usually weak 419 became somewhat reliable.

The system’s voice turned serious: “[Host, I must inform you about a serious problem.]”

Cheng Leyan: “[What problem?? Don’t scare me like that, System Father. I’m really scared!]”

419: “[It’s a lot scarier. That is—your husband secretly made himself a 0.]”

Cheng Leyan: “[Gah?]”

Shocked like a duck call.

419: “[My former colleagues usually only bind with 0s.]”

After the initial shock, Cheng Leyan quickly steadied himself: “[Alright, alright, 0 or not doesn’t concern me. I’m just here to improve his luck, and once he wakes up, we’ll definitely divorce. As long as it’s not a ghost, I’m fine. I was scared into a cold sweat. If he has a system too, what should we do, System Father?]”

419: “[Try touching his abs, that should be the condition for communicating with you. Listen to what he says and maybe get some info. But Host, do not reveal you have a system yet. I’m somehow now in a plot group, and I don’t know why. I’m afraid our missions might conflict.]”

Cheng Leyan: “[Touch, touch the abs?? Can I still do that?]”

419: “[Why are you shy, Host? It’s just for communication. Pretend it’s a phone. Holding a phone to talk to someone makes it easier, right?]”

Cheng Leyan: “[…I can’t allow you to say that! Is there such a good phone in the world!?!]”

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he carefully walked over, took a deep breath, and still proclaimed loyalty: “Sugar Daddy, I won’t let you be possessed by a ghost. I’m here to save you!”

Then placed his hand on Rong Wangzhi’s abs.

The texture was, as always, superb, but now knowing Rong Wangzhi was trying to speak with him, made it feel like he was being creepy in front of the person, too embarrassed to apply pressure.

Feigning confusion, he muttered to himself, “Felt like when I touched here, I heard the ghost’s voice, let’s try it again.”

Sure enough, the voice he heard earlier echoed in his mind: “[Mr. Cheng, there’s no ghost. It’s me, Rong Wangzhi. I’m using a special method to communicate with you. Don’t be afraid.]”

Cheng Leyan sighed in relief, genuinely surprised, “Mr. Rong, it’s actually you! I thought it was the ‘mac ghost’.”

Rong Wangzhi: “It’s me.”

Cheng Leyan: “Great, it’s Mr. Rong; we’re saved! Are you still a vegetative state? Could it be my marriage assistance worked? I told you, the sutras reciting and the cyber wooden fish tapping must’ve worked, the cyber Buddha could hear it and came to bless you!”

He got all excited about it.

Rong Wangzhi: “[…No, it’s had no effect. I’m quite certain, no effect at all.]”

With a hint of emotion, then calming: “[To the point, I’m still in a vegetative state, but due to special circumstances, I can occasionally perceive the outside world. 

In the near future, you might—notice some weird things about my body changing. Please handle it rationally, no need for curiosity or investigation. I’ll address the matter soon.]”

Cheng Leyan immediately retorted: “That’s not ‘weird things’! Mr. Rong, that’s clearly a blessing from above. I’ll not allow you to talk about your abs like that! Not allowed!”

Rong Wangzhi: ……………

Cheng Leyan, are you ill?

Cheng Leyan: Wow, I can hear you now, hubby.