Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

A sharp pain caused the man to let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching his dislocated wrist and staggering backward. Seeing that Song Yuan was a young girl, his previously terrified eyes now held a hint of disbelief.

"Hey! Who are you?! This is our family matter, what's it to you! You dared to break my hand, you'd better pay up!"

Song Yuan took a handkerchief from her trouser pocket, gently wiped her palms, and gave the man a cold glance:

"What kind of family matter is this that warrants beating someone to death? Is she really your wife?"

Judging from what she just saw, she thought she was fighting her enemy.

The man trembled under her gaze, his neck stiffening as he retorted, "It's none of your business if I beat my own wife! Even if I kill her, it's none of your concern!"

Song Yuan ignored him, walked to the woman kneeling on the ground, and squatted down. Just as she was about to hand her the clean handkerchief, the woman suddenly raised her head and slapped her hard across the face.

"?!"

Song Yuan dodged the blow by falling backward in time. The woman, her face contorted with anger, yelled at her, "Who do you think you are?! What business is it of yours to interfere in our family affairs? You broke my husband's arm! This is intentional assault! I'm going to call the property management...call..."

Song Yuan raised two fingers and touched her face, feeling as if the wrinkles in her brain had been smoothed out for a moment:

"But you..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?!"

After yelling, the woman stumbled to her feet and went to check on the man.

"Honey...honey, are you alright?! We need to get to the hospital, we have to go right now..."

The two left in a hurry, uttering threats as they went, saying they would definitely make Song Yuan pay them back. Watching their retreating figures, Song Yuan, for the first time in the dungeon, showed a somewhat bewildered expression:

Oh, so that's what kind of pot goes with what kind of lid?!

What kind of deep well setting is this NPC? He's been beaten up like that, and he's still speaking up for the killer?

The door next door opened, and a middle-aged woman with short hair arrived late. Seeing the bloodstains and hair scattered on the floor, she immediately understood what had happened. As if it were a habit, she slapped her thigh and said:

"Oh dear, little * is arguing with his wife again? They're fighting so fiercely today...tsk tsk tsk."

She first sighed at the traces at the scene, then looked at Song Yuan:

"Hey, you're new here, right? Who's your boyfriend?"

How did Song Yuan know? She casually replied that she didn't know, and then asked about the couple from earlier:

"Is the wife in this family frequently beaten? And so severely every time? Isn't her husband afraid of killing her?"

The middle-aged woman smiled broadly:

"Look at you, what woman doesn't know her own man's name? Yes, they fight all the time. It's normal for couples to argue, getting hit occasionally is no big deal."

"Fighting? Occasionally? It's no big deal?"

Song Yuan emphasized these three words again.

Just now, it was clearly the wife who was being beaten unilaterally, how did it become a fight between husband and wife? Is "occasionally" such a low frequency?! The wife was almost beaten to death just now, and she's still alright?!

Song Yuan frowned and continued to ask:

"They were fighting so loudly just now, and you live next door to them, why didn't you come out and try to stop them?"

"Oh dear, it's their business, how could I, an outsider, interfere? I deliberately waited until they finished fighting and quieted down before I came out."

"Judging from your appearance, you're getting ready to go grocery shopping, right? That's perfect, I am too. Since you're new here and don't know the area well, I'll take you to the market!"

That's quite a coincidence. Song Yuan nodded, accepting her kindness.

"Okay, thank you."

Along the way, the middle-aged woman chattered on and on about the couple:

"Don't overthink it. Actually, their relationship isn't bad. The man doesn't have any major flaws either. He just likes to play mahjong and drink a little alcohol, but he's good-looking and decent-looking. He's a good man."

Men work so hard outside to earn money, it's only right that they take it out on their wives when they get home.

Besides, I don't hit her every day; once or twice a week is already very good.

Song Yuan remained silent the whole way, listening more and speaking less. The aunt not only told her about the couple across the hall, but also about the other couples in the building—yes, all the residents here were wives and husbands.

From Song Yuan's perspective, every NPC in the "husband" role has various unforgivable vices. Some are addicted to gambling, some laze around at home doing nothing, some are habitual philanderers, and some beat their wives every few days...

But the NPC lady's evaluation of these people was all:

"Not bad, not bad, he's got a nose and eyes, he's a good man."

So, here, all you need to be a good man is someone with a nose and eyes?!

After arriving at the market, she excused herself to go to the restroom, separated from the older woman, and wandered around alone for a while before quickly spotting Qiao Ran there.

To avoid running into Fu Zhengyang and his group at the market, Qiao Ran changed her appearance. This time, she wore double braids, black-rimmed glasses, and dressed like an ordinary young female college student.

Song Yuan mingled into the crowd and pulled Qiao Ran to a deserted alley:

"You're here~ By the way, what's with that look? Am I dressed terribly? My face is as handsome as ever, there's no need to stare at me like that, is there?"

After confirming the presence of the five people around him, Qiao Ran reverted to his original form. Song Yuan looked him up and down, her expression subtle:

"It's nothing, I just feel this outfit doesn't suit you."

Qiao Ran in front of her was also wearing the same pale yellow apron, the lace on the apron was torn and the surface was covered with stains.

Perhaps it was because his original style was too flamboyant and too sexy. The two styles clashed so drastically that his overall demeanor was in a very awkward state, making him look exceptionally strange.

Qiao Ran said with a bitter face, "What if it suits me? That would be terrible. What kind of crappy dungeon is this? They make players wear such ugly clothes, and we can't even remove them!"

And it's not just about clothes; one's identity is also inescapable.

Qiao Ran bent down and made a trumpet shape with one hand:

"You should know that I use the original skin in the game except in special circumstances, right? My original skin is the coolest, and my fans like me like that."

But in this instance, no matter what appearance the player uses, even if they're a towering, two-foot-tall man, everyone here will assume the player is "someone's wife." This apron is the same; it's like it's welded to their body—no matter what they wear or what form they take, they can't get rid of it.

Song Yuan nodded thoughtfully: "At least this instance is quite fair."

Whether you're a male or female player, you'll be disgusted. All players are placed in the "wife" position, regardless of age or gender; no one can escape it.

"Oh, right." Qiao Ran patted her pocket and took out an old wallet. "You're out buying groceries too, right? Did you bring any money?"

Song Yuan rummaged in her apron pocket and pulled out four one-yuan coins:

"Yes, I brought some. That's all I have at home."

Qiao Ran's eyes widened: "No way, this is way too little! What can you buy with this little bit of money?"