Seduced the Obsessive NPC and Ran - chapter 30

Yan Jinge was stunned.

He had been following everyone else in calling him “Third Master,” and Third Master had never objected or corrected him. Why did he suddenly bring up the topic of how he was addressed in front of so many people today?

However, since he was nominally Third Master Jing’s lover now, it really wouldn’t do to sound too distant.

Yan Jinge called out naturally, “Husband.”

The nephews’ eyes widened in shock.

In front of him, Third Master Jing paused. His dark eyes remained somber, but he quickly turned his back on Yan Jinge, his voice cold. “Enough. Take him away. Let this matter end here. I’m tired; I’m going upstairs.”

It was as if he hadn’t heard Yan Jinge’s address at all, offering not a single word of comment.

With that, Third Master pushed his wheelchair and left.

The bodyguards, who had been waiting on the side, received the signal and dragged the man out. Their cold demeanor was much like what Yan Jinge had seen this morning.

The man knew there was no hope left. Fortunately, he was only being expelled from the family; as long as he was alive, there was a chance for a comeback, so he didn’t struggle.

But at the door, the man suddenly snapped out of it, remembering Yan Jinge’s secret.

“Wait!”

He looked at Yan Jinge with a venomous gaze. “I know the truth about you-”

Before the man could finish, the well-trained bodyguards covered his mouth. One of them reached out with his fingers and did something; before long, blood began to trickle from the corners of the man’s lips.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

The man struggled incessantly, his pained groans echoing through the room. He wanted to say the rest, but he would never have the chance again.

The people around them had complicated expressions.

Yan Jinge lowered his eyes.

The real world he came from was even more cruel than this, not to mention this was just an NPC. It was simply a matter of the winner taking all, so Yan Jinge didn’t particularly care.

He intended to turn and go upstairs to ask Third Master about the Familiar, but he suddenly noticed the complicated looks from the others. They weren’t staring at the man being dragged away, but at him. He was taken aback.

“What is it?” Yan Jinge asked.

“…Little Uncle, that way you addressed him just now… it was a bit inappropriate.”

“Yeah. Third Master didn’t respond just now, probably because he was angry. When you go upstairs later, you should probably apologize to him. And change how you address him while you’re at it.”

Yan Jinge: “?”

What did that mean?

Seeing Yan Jinge’s confusion, one of them reminded him, “Even though people call each other all sorts of things these days and aren’t so formal, Third Master prefers the traditional way of being addressed.”

Prefers the traditional way?

Yan Jinge paused as a certain term popped into his head. But as the word rolled over his tongue, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

…Damn, that’s so embarrassing.

Yan Jinge waved them off. “I get it. You guys should head back now.”

“Alright, Little Uncle.”

“Then we’ll be going, Little Uncle.”

The few of them walked out together, discussing the previous events in low voices. “I don’t know what he did, but he had some nerve, actually trying to pull something over Third Master…”

“Exactly. Sigh, those of us in the family should just stay in our lane.”

“Right? After all, Third Master has such a powerful Familiar with him. Even though Third Master thinks they shouldn’t be overused, the money he lets trickle down to us is already plenty. So many people are envious. That guy just didn’t have eyes…”

“My life is pretty good right now.”

Jing Wenjie felt like he was being reminded over and over again.

He kept his head down, walking at the very back, dragging his feet. Recalling everything that had just happened, he felt like his heart was about to stop.

But once certain paths are taken, there is no stopping.

Especially when there was still someone waiting for him to protect them after he became the Clan Head.

Jing Wenjie’s eyes were bloodshot. He turned back, looking at Yan Jinge who was about to go upstairs, and called out softly, “Little Uncle.”

Yan Jinge paused.

They were still in Third Master Jing’s room. Jing Wenjie said respectfully, “Little Uncle, I have something to say to you.”
Yan Jinge raised an eyebrow. At the same time, his head felt heavy again.

-The Familiar, Bai Cheng, had arrived.

With Bai Cheng perched on his head and Xiaohua tucked in his pocket, Yan Jinge naturally had no reason to fear Jing Wenjie. He gave a slight nod and walked over.

The two walked to a secluded spot. Jing Wenjie looked around, and seeing no one, he let out a soft sigh of relief. With a worried expression, he said, “When you drugged my young uncle earlier, he didn’t notice anything, did he? His expression and behavior today… it nearly scared me to death. Sigh, Jinge, you have no idea how worried I was for you down there. I was terrified that my uncle had already done something to you.”

Yan Jinge hid the mockery in his eyes. “Of course not. You can rest easy when I’m on the job.”

Jing Wenjie observed Yan Jinge. Seeing him so confident, and recalling Third Master Jing’s attitude toward him, he finally relaxed.

To be fair, while Yan Jinge wasn’t particularly bright and had been led around by the nose this whole time, his face was undeniable. If he wanted to seduce someone, he was more than capable.

It was just a pity…

No matter how good-looking Yan Jinge was, he couldn’t compare to *that* person.

Jing Wenjie’s heart turned cold. He had to secure the position of the Jing Family Clan Head before that person returned from abroad. Otherwise-otherwise, with that person’s face, he would surely become a prize for the heads of every family to fight over.

How could he protect the one he held most dear? At that thought, Jing Wenjie’s resolve hardened, and any lingering hesitation vanished instantly.

“Jinge, I knew it. You’re such a wonderful person; no one could help but like you. Look, even a favored son of heaven like the Third Master has fallen for you.”

Jing Wenjie continued to shower Yan Jinge with praise as he pulled out another vial. “Jinge, this is the second dose. Once we’ve given the Third Master three doses, we’ll have succeeded! Oh, by the way, keep an eye out lately to see if the Third Master’s Familiar is still by his side. Calculating the time, the first dose should be taking effect soon.”

Yan Jinge rolled his eyes inwardly. He knew Jing Wenjie wouldn’t suddenly care about him for no reason; this was what he was after. He should have just gotten to the point instead of wasting so much time.

Yan Jinge reached out, taking the vial to examine it. “Since you said the first dose is to separate the Familiar from the Third Master, what do the second and third doses do?”

Jing Wenjie hesitated for a moment before explaining, “A Familiar is the Third Master’s Bonded, after all. The link between them isn’t easily broken. The purpose of this second dose is to completely sever the Familiar’s connection to him, and the third dose is to solidify that effect.”

Yan Jinge feigned realization. “I see.”

“Jinge,” Jing Wenjie said, pulling out a silk pouch and pressing it into Yan Jinge’s hand.

His gaze was full of deep affection as he stared intently at Yan Jinge. “In this world, I love you most of all. I specifically sought out a master for this protective pouch to ensure you stay safe while you’re by the Third Master’s side. You can carry it with you or keep it under your pillow. Consider it a token of my feelings…”

Yan Jinge gave a half-smile, his emerald eyes casting a sidelong glance as he said lazily, “Love isn’t something you just talk about. Anyway, I’m going back inside, or the Third Master will get impatient.”

Jing Wenjie froze as he looked at Yan Jinge’s expression.

Since they had been together, Yan Jinge’s smiles toward him had always been shy and awkward, lacking any real charm. It felt like he was trying to imitate *that* person but failing miserably.

Every time Jing Wenjie saw it, he felt a bit nauseated. But that look from Yan Jinge today…

Four words suddenly flashed through Jing Wenjie’s mind: *Exquisite and captivating charm.*

An indescribable feeling suddenly surged in his chest.

Because he feared Third Master Jing would look down on someone who had been touched by another, Jing Wenjie had never laid a hand on Yan Jinge despite being together. Furthermore, he truly felt Yan Jinge couldn’t compare to the person in his heart. Rather than sleeping with this imitation, he would rather wait until he took power and be with the real one.

But now, Jing Wenjie suddenly felt a twinge of regret.
If he had known, he should have pinned Yan Jinge to the bed first-

At the thought of the tricks Yan Jinge and Third Master Jing might be playing tonight, and the image of Yan Jinge lying on the bed, being… Jing Wenjie’s breathing grew heavy, the lust in his eyes intensifying.

As soon as he stepped out of the Jing Residence, he immediately pulled out his phone. From a group of dozens of people, he picked out the one who looked most like Yan Jinge: “Honey, where are you? Let’s go to a hotel. I miss you-”

…

Yan Jinge entered the room with practiced ease and pushed the potion toward the top of his head. “Chengcheng?”

Bai Cheng gave a cold snort.

-He had only just returned, and now he was being sent out to work again!

Despite his extreme annoyance, Bai Cheng still knew what was important. He took the potion and left.

Yan Jinge’s eyes crinkled into a smile as he went upstairs to find the Third Master.

The study door was wide open. As Yan Jinge approached, he saw Third Master Jing sitting inside, staring at some documents.

Yan Jinge didn’t barge in. Instead, he knocked softly. However, the Third Master remained seated with his head down, saying nothing.

Too focused? Didn’t hear me?

Yan Jinge felt suspicious and called out softly, “Third Master?”

The man inside finally looked up. His cold gaze swept over, and he slammed the documents down, leaning back in his chair. “What? You could use that address in front of outsiders, but now that we’re alone, you don’t need to use it anymore?”

Yan Jinge: “…”

Recalling what the others had said downstairs, Yan Jinge bit his lower lip and murmured, “Husband.”

Third Master Jing’s expression froze, and his heart skipped a beat.

He stared blankly at Yan Jinge standing in the doorway.

Yan Jinge stood tall and elegant, appearing somewhat embarrassed as he turned his head to look at the study door.

His fingers, resting on the doorframe, curled slightly.

The wardrobes in the Jing family always contained both modern and traditional clothing. After Yan Jinge moved into Third Master Jing’s residence, the servants had prepared the same for him, though Yan Jinge clearly preferred the modern style.

Currently, he was wearing a light-colored shirt, buttoned meticulously to the very top. His head was tilted slightly to the side. From Third Master Jing’s perspective, his gaze was instantly captivated by the Adam’s apple on Yan Jinge’s slender neck.

Third Master Jing opened his mouth, his voice low and husky. “…Come here.”

Yan Jinge blinked.

Finally letting me in.

It seemed the nephews were right; his previous form of address had indeed been wrong.

Yan Jinge had even called him “Hubby” before. Now, calling him “Husband” felt a bit strange, but he didn’t actually feel anything special about it.

-Third Master Jing was nothing more than an NPC.

It was like playing a game where the world-building assigned the player certain roles. If he called an NPC “Hubby” today and another NPC “Daddy” tomorrow, that NPC wouldn’t actually become his husband or father.

Yan Jinge walked over and took the Familiar Xiaohua out of his pocket.

The Familiar couldn’t be seen, only felt. Yan Jinge wanted the Third Master to see what was going on with Xiaohua, so he walked right up to him and dropped to one knee.

Just as he was about to hand Xiaohua over, his tie was suddenly yanked.

From the moment Yan Jinge entered, Third Master Jing’s eyes hadn’t left his full, red lips.

If they had stayed far apart after he entered the study, it would have been one thing, but they were very close-and Yan Jinge had approached him voluntarily.

As if possessed, Third Master Jing reached out.

As long as he pulled Yan Jinge a little closer and leaned in, their lips would meet perfectly.

However-

Third Master Jing pulled, but he couldn’t budge the man.

Yan Jinge was kneeling on the floor, his lower body stance incredibly stable. With one hand holding the Familiar and the other reaching for his tie, he asked in confusion, “…What are you pulling me for? Is my tie crooked?”

Author’s Note:
Third Master Jing: I’m going to die of anger.
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