Chapter 1

Early autumn, night time.

The night wind was brisk, there were stars but no moon, and seven stars in the night sky were a good omen.

In the Mujia Village located in the southwest of the Qiu Ming Dynasty…

Shan Yu had been pretending to sleep all day and night.

He swore that he was an atheist and did not believe in ghosts and god, but the current situation was… he seemed to have traveled through time.

The bed beneath him was cold and damp, and it kept squeaking when he moved. The quilt on his body was also patched, and it was tattered and leaking air everywhere.

The house was dark in the middle of winter and there were no lights on. Only a bit of cool starlight shone in from the dilapidated windows. He didn’t need to look closely to tell that it was definitely the kind of house that lived in poverty.

Whenever Shan Yu thought about his current situation, he couldn’t help but get a headache.

The dynasty he came from was completely fictitious in history, and there was no historical evidence to support it. However, this world was still a little crazy. There were actually men who could give birth to children?

Shan Yu was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine in the 30th century. He had seen all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases, but when a man gives birth to a child…

oh!

Men who could give birth to children were not considered men here. Their pronoun was “shuanger”.

Shan Yu had no objection to the racial setting of this world. He just wanted to say that he was an in-and-out straight man. He liked soft girls with big breasts, long legs, and thin waists. As for men who were defined as shuangers…

Why!

What was even more speechless was that the original owner’s wife, Wan Qiu, had been pregnant for several months.

No matter how unwilling Shan Yu was to accept this fact, he had to admit that he had become a transmigrator, and the most unacceptable thing was… the original owner was still a bastard who ate, drank, whored, gambled, and beat his wife.

Even though Wan Qiu was already pregnant, the bastard still wanted to do that kind of thing with someone. When Wan Qiu didn’t agree, he started beating and kicking him and started domestic violence. In the end, Wan Qiu accidentally killed the bastard out of desperation, and the soul left the body then it was filled with Shan Yu that came through.

And the remaining memories of the original owner were mostly bad scenes of brothels, pubs, casinos, and domestic violence, with little or no useful information.

Now that Shan Yu had taken over the original owner’s body, in addition to assuming his job, he also had to bear all the infamy and various accusations. How sad!

Shan Yu sighed, pondering how to reverse the situation, and what to do if he couldn’t. While lost in thought, someone entered through the door.

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The footsteps were quite light. He was the wife of the original owner, Wan Qiu.

Shan Yu laid still, not moving when he heard someone address him as “husband” in a trembling voice. Then, he woke up leisurely, sat up, and raised his eyes, feeling shocked.

The person in front of him wore a loose, tattered robe, and his age was indistinguishable.

With prominent cheekbones and a sallow complexion, along with obvious malnutrition and bruises on the face, there was a palm-sized fiery red birthmark at the end of his right eye and between the eyebrows.

Combined with the whistling wind outside the window and the darkness and silence of the room, it truly felt eerie.@@novelbin@@

Shan Yu, who had lived a prosperous life since childhood, had never seen people in such a state of destitution like Wan Qiu. He was astonished, unable to hide it from his face.

Wan Qiu was frightened by Shan Yu’s gaze. He hurriedly lowered his head and carefully handed over the bowl in his hand. Whether due to anxiousness or something else, his voice trembled: “Husband… Husband, eat something…”

Shan Yu responded with few words, taking the large pottery bowl in the dim light and took a sip when he heard Wan Qiu’s stomach growl.

Momentarily surprised, Shan Yu handed back the nearly empty bowl. Seeing Wan Qiu didn’t take it, he said, “I can’t eat it, so you can eat it.”

Wan Qiu didn’t dare to take it, lowering his head and saying, “Husband, eat it. I… I’m not hungry.” After saying that, his stomach growled again.

Shan Yu guessed the original owner had treated him harshly, so he extended the bowl forward: “You’re not hungry, but the child in your belly is. Eat.”

His husband never cared regarding his own life and death, Wan Qiu raised his eyes in a daze, then thought of the ugly birthmark on his forehead. He quickly lowered his head to take it, whispering, “Thank you… Thank you, husband.”

Shan Yu hummed, his stomach burning with hunger.

Feeling uncomfortable, he touched the back of his head where the wound had not properly healed. He felt he should buy some medicine and asked, “Is there still money at home?”

Wan Qiu shook his head as expected: “No… none left…”

His husband never bothered to work or eat. They relied entirely on his part-time work live. They were so poor even the mice didn’t dare to visit.

Considering this, Wan Qiu feared Shan Yu might get angry, so he added softly, “Wait… until I mend Grandma Wang’s clothes tomorrow, then… there will be…”

Shan Yu said helplessly, “Go and get it done. Light the lamp.”

“No… there’s no lamp oil…”

Shan Yu fell silent for a long moment, then changed the subject, asking, “Are you a stutter?”

Wan Qiu was stunned, quickly shaking his head: “No… no…”

“If it’s not, then why are you stuttering?” With the injury on the back of Shan Yu’s head not yet healed, he laid down again with a headache and asked, “What did you hit me with?”

Wan Qiu was shocked upon hearing this, immediately knelt down beside the bed, begging for mercy in a trembling voice: “Husband… husband, I know I was wrong… I’ll never dare to do it again. For the sake of the child, please spare me!”

Note: alright, everyone, prepare for the rollercoaster^^. This novel just full of up n down, nothing too stressful though. Haha, you know the usual misunderstanding mixed with so-called straight man.