"Darling, I must leave home. Zitkalasa responded to Bidegla's message within a few brief seconds.

"Why in the world are you leaving home, and why come to me for refuge?"

"Well, you see, my family is forcing me into an arranged marriage, and I couldn't find anyone else to turn to, so I had to come to you," Zitkalasa replied, accompanied by a plethora of pitiful expressions.

"Damn," Bidegla cursed, then began typing again, "You seek refuge with me, as if I run a shelter."

"I'm busy now, working every day. You should seek refuge with someone else," Bidegla replied.

"Darling, do you not want me anymore?" Zitkalasa responded, followed by, "Now that my family doesn't want me, and even you don't want me, if you don't take me in, I'll have no choice but to jump off a building." This was followed by a series of grievances and pitiful expressions.

"Are you crazy?" Bidegla replied, then thought to close his computer.

But just then, he received a video invitation from Zitkalasa.

Puzzled, Bidegla accepted the video call. He had never seen his in-game wife before, so he was curious.

The video quickly connected, but it wasn't a beautiful woman in the video, it was small figures and cars, all shaking, as if on top of a building.

Damn, is she really going to jump? Bidegla was taken aback.

"Do you believe me now? If you don't take me in, I'll jump, and you'll never see me again," Zitkalasa messaged after the video call ended.

This time, Bidegla was somewhat convinced. Who in their right mind would stand on a rooftop for no reason, if not to risk their life?

Though Bidegla had no feelings for his in-game wife, seeing her seeming to want to die made him hesitate.

There's a saying, right? Saving a life is better than building a seven-tier pagoda. Although he wasn't a saint, he couldn't just watch her die.

In the end, Bidegla could only reply with a message, saying, "Do you really have no one else to turn to?" followed by a few puzzled expressions.

"No," Zitkalasa quickly replied, with just two words.

"Then why come to me? Aren't you afraid I might be a human trafficker?"

"I'm not afraid, because you're my husband, and I believe in you," Zitkalasa replied, and Bidegla could imagine the playful look on her face at that moment.

The thought of this woman possibly being an old hag made Bidegla shiver, and he replied, "I can let you come to me, but I can only find you a job. As for anything else, don't even think about it."

"Okay, then tell me your address," Zitkalasa replied, seeming eager.

Finally, Bidegla gave her the address, but it was just the city of Zhu Hai. He wouldn't give her the exact address.

"You live in Zhu Hai?" Zitkalasa sent exaggerated expressions after seeing Bidegla's message.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, I live in Qiongyao City next to Zhu Hai. I can't believe we're so close. I'm coming to Zhu Hai right away, so wait for me," she said.

As she said this, her profile picture quickly turned dark. Just as Bidegla was about to close his computer, her profile picture lit up again, and she sent another message.

"You haven't told me your phone number yet."

Rolling her eyes, Bidegla this time was determined to be a good person and even gave her his number. "Goodbye, my husband," followed by a kissy face emoji, and at that moment, her avatar turned gray and never lit up again.

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Letting out a long sigh, Bidegla finally closed his laptop with peace of mind, completely forgetting about this so-called in-game wife. After all, she wasn't his real wife, he refused to believe in such things. The only women he truly acknowledged were Jennie Laura and Tara Lassen, with whom he had an intimate relationship.

Thinking of Tara Lassen, Bidegla couldn't help but furrow his brow. Although she claimed not to disturb him, he couldn't keep hiding her behind his back. He was at a loss for how to handle this situation, his mind in turmoil.

"Bidegla, breakfast is ready," Jennie Laura's voice came from outside the door, warming Bidegla's heart.

Casting aside all negative emotions, Bidegla put on a smile. The breakfast was simple, just a bowl of soup, but there was no appetizing aroma wafting from the kitchen. Instead, there was a strange smell that Bidegla couldn't quite place.

Perplexed, Bidegla looked at the bowl of soup and noticed a few pieces of meat bones poking out, remnants of the pork ribs he had cut earlier. The ribs seemed to be cooked, but the soup in the bowl was unappealing. It was almost black and had a suspicious odor, resembling the smell of sewer water.

"Try the soup I made for you," Jennie Laura said eagerly, propping her chin with her hands and looking at Bidegla with anticipation.

Although Bidegla didn't want to drink the soup, he couldn't bear to reject Jennie's efforts. With a determined heart, he scooped up a spoonful of soup, squinting his eyes and bracing himself for the worst. After a momentary grimace, he forced a smile and said, "I didn't expect your cooking to be so good, Jennie."

But as he spoke, his stomach churned uncontrollably. This was no ordinary soup; it was unbearably salty and had a nauseating taste, with no hint of the pork ribs he had expected. Bidegla couldn't fathom how she had made the soup.

However, it was specially prepared for him, and even if it were poison, Bidegla would consume it without hesitation.

"Is it really that good?" Jennie Laura's face lit up at Bidegla's words, feeling as if she had tasted the sweetest honey after receiving his praise.

"Of course," Bidegla replied before reluctantly taking another spoonful of soup.

"I want to taste it too," Jennie Laura said, scooping up a spoonful and tasting it before Bidegla could stop her.

Her actions were swift, and Bidegla was too late to intervene. Initially full of joy, she innocently believed she had made something delicious. However, as soon as she tasted the soup, her face contorted in disgust.

Not even a second passed before she spat it out and exclaimed, "What kind of soup is this? It's so terrible!"

"Where is the difficulty? I find it quite delicious," Bidegla spoke, still with a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry." Knowing that what she had made was very hard to drink, and not even fit for consumption, Jennie Laura's face showed a hint of grievance.

But soon she seemed to think of something and said to Bidegla, "You quickly spit out what you've been drinking."

"Why should I spit it out?" Bidegla was asked, puzzled.

"It's too awful, I suspect it's poisonous. Quickly spit it out for me," Jennie Laura said anxiously, on the verge of tears.

At that moment, Bidegla suddenly grabbed her hand and said affectionately, "Jennie, no matter what taste you produce, I believe it's the most delicious thing in the world."

"You..." Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Jennie Laura felt deeply moved, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

"Please spit it out, I'm afraid this soup is really poisonous," Jennie Laura shouted loudly.

"Don't say it's not poisonous. Even if it is, I would drink it without hesitation," Bidegla said solemnly.

"Why are you so foolish?"

"I'm not foolish, because what I'm drinking is not just soup, but also your kindness," Bidegla said, paying no attention.

"Why are you so good to me?" Suddenly, Jennie Laura threw herself into Bidegla's arms and burst into tears.

"You are my girlfriend, so naturally I have to be good to you. Don't cry," Bidegla caught Jennie Laura and gently patted her back with his palm.

"Bidegla, I love you," Jennie Laura shouted loudly in Bidegla's arms, causing even more smiles to appear on Bidegla's face.

After comforting her for a while, Jennie Laura's crying subsided, but her eyes were now somewhat red, which tugged at Bidegla's heart.

"Jennie, from now on, you cannot cry in front of me. Look, you look ugly when you cry," Bidegla teased Jennie Laura's nose.

"Then if I become ugly, will you not want me anymore?" Jennie Laura spoke, seeming to have a tendency to burst into tears again.

"How could that be? Even if you turned into an old lady, I would never not want you," Bidegla embraced Jennie Laura once again, full of tenderness.

The two of them were playing the game of love here, when suddenly the door of the villa was opened, and in came a haggard-looking Shina Macai, looking extremely tired, as if she hadn't slept all night.

"You two..." Seeing the two embracing, Shina Macai was greatly surprised, pointing at Bidegla and the two people.

And upon seeing her best friend return, Jennie Laura was also in turmoil, suddenly breaking free from Bidegla's embrace.

"Shina." Seeing Shina Macai, Jennie Laura called out.

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, Shina Macai exclaimed, leaving Bidegla and the others puzzled. This was their own home, where else would they be if not here?

"This is our own home, where else would we be?" Jennie Laura asked, clearly also feeling perplexed.

"Yesterday, you left secretly and didn't answer my calls, making me think you were missing. Now, the entire city's police are searching for you, with even wanted posters posted." At this moment, Shina Macai spoke, startling both Bidegla and Jennie. They had only just been discharged from the hospital, and yet they had managed to cause such a commotion? "My phone was out of battery yesterday," Bidegla confessed truthfully. "Mine seems to have been as well," Jennie Laura said, her face flushing slightly and seeming somewhat cautious.