The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

[Extra: Shan Yu’s Monologue]

Wan Qiu came.

As his name suggested, Wan Qiu (late autumn) exuded a sense of decline from the inside out.

His sallow complexion, thin body, unattractive face, dry hair, and even his eyes were as desolate as the sunset.

He didn’t know how Wan Qiu had survived the inhumane oppression of his original husband.

In modern terms, at his age, he was just a kid who had just graduated from high school, with a lot of carefree time ahead of him.

But Wan Qiu had been married to the original owner for three years. He lost too many babies from malnutrition, and now he had one in his belly. He couldn’t understand why Wan Qiu remained so devoted to his original husband all this time.

Was it masochism that made a grown person let others trample on him like this?

Weak, easily bullied, a cry-baby, mediocre, and incompetent…

He saw no sparkle in Wan Qiu, and he noticed he also had a habit of lying.

Wan Qiu always came to him when Lian Zhou and him were alone, and his reason for coming was always the same.

“Husband, my stomach hurts…”

In fact, the fetal condition at more than seven months was already quite stable. Although Wan Qiu’s health wasn’t great, Shan Yu had confidence in his medical skills.

Each time Wan Qiu told me he had a stomach-ache, his eyes would wander, and he would look visibly uncomfortable. He wasn’t a fool. He could diagnose Wan Qiu’s pulse and easily tell when he was lying.

He cooperated silently and never exposed him.

Lian Zhou would look at him with a meaningful smile and ask how it felt to take over.

He would shake his head and smile bitterly. The answer was, of course, not good, but so what?

He had taken over the original owner’s body and become Wan Qiu’s nominal husband, but Wan Qiu didn’t know anything. He lied only because he wanted his husband to spend more time with him.

Maybe because the mother’s body was weak, the fetal movement was very faint. When he placed his hand on Wan Qiu’s belly, it felt particularly strange.

No matter who it was, hugging someone else’s wife and touching someone else’s pregnant belly would evoke complex emotions.

He understood the dependence of pregnant women on their husbands, so he tried to stay with Wan Qiu as much as possible. Wan Qiu was also very happy. Every time Shan Yu held him in his arms and touched his belly, Wan Qiu would lean on his shoulder and squint comfortably, like a cat basking in the sun. He would grab his sleeve and call out husband.

By that time, the medicinal diet he had prepared for Wan Qiu was already showing effects. He had gained some weight and was less tense when held. The little life, which was not favoured, was also growing slowly and strongly in Wan Qiu’s belly.

He could feel the light gradually brightening in Wan Qiu’s eyes, and he could sense Wan Qiu’s deepening dependence. His arrival gave Wan Qiu hope for the original owner, leading him to develop misplaced expectations of Shan Yu.

Lian Zhou was a good brother he had grown up with, and Wan Qiu was just an outsider he had known for a few months.

Wan Qiu was jealous of Lian Zhou, and Lian Zhou didn’t get along with Wan Qiu either. He didn’t want to hurt Wan Qiu, but his loyalty lay with Lian Zhou.

He felt sorry for Wan Qiu’s premature birth, but he was not the original owner and had never been attracted to Wan Qiu. At most, he just took care of him like a younger brother. Emotionally…

He couldn’t respond.

When he handed the separation paper to Wan Qiu, the shuanger grabbed his sleeve and burst into tears. He choked and asked, “Husband, do you really, really not want me and the child anymore?”

He didn’t know what to say.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want them; it was that they never belonged to him. And besides…

If he had to choose between Wan Qiu and Lian Zhou, He would choose Lian Zhou without hesitation. It had nothing to do with love—just the bond between the two brothers, forged from growing up together, a bond unmatched by anyone.

Later, he had nightmares every night, filled with the tear-streaked face of Wan Qiu and the sound of his heart-wrenching cries.

He felt as if he had lost something, leaving him empty and uncomfortable. He had never felt such a sense of loss. When he heard Grandpa Yaba say that Wan Qiu’s child was gone, his heart felt like a sinking ship.

For the first time, he felt that Wan Qiu’s crying was not so annoying. His tears fell on his hands, like sparks, burning his skin and searing his heart.

He still felt sorry for Wan Qiu and wanted to take care of him again, but he knew his sympathy and pity had changed. They were no longer the same as before.

He couldn’t quite understand his feelings, but later, when he saw Wan Qiu and Er Zhu together, holding the child, he seemed to understand.

It stung—bitterly, intensely.

He wanted to bring Wan Qiu back to his side and take him home. He thought it would be easy, but Wan Qiu refused without hesitation.

He still called him husband, but he no longer relied on him, and his eyes no longer held that admiring light.

He had always thought of Wan Qiu as cowardly, but he forgot that Wan Qiu had survived on his own strength for years. Wan Qiu had his own bottom line and courage. He could beat the original owner to protect the child in his belly, and now, he could look at him coldly.

His feelings were complicated and indescribable. For the first time, he took something by force—he took Wan Qiu back to the medical clinic.

He admitted it.

He was falling in love with Wan Qiu.

It was incredible to think about…

Even though he had never been in love at 27, he had a very clear ideal type.

His future wife should be dignified, beautiful, gentle, and virtuous. He liked the idea of a lady who was educated and refined, someone who could handle social occasions and take care of a home. She would be his equal, a partner who could raise children and support him. A good match was essential. As an only son, marriage was one of his responsibilities.

The reason he was still single was that his ideal type had never appeared.

Before he time-travelled, he was an atheist, and before he met Wan Qiu, he was firmly heterosexual.

He once thought he would be single for the rest of his life, but he never imagined he would travel through time, let alone that his sexual orientation would change.

Wan Qiu didn’t match his ideal type at all, but once he confirmed his feelings, even a simple glance from him could tug at his heartstrings.

He began to challenge his subjective impressions of him and tried to see him more objectively.

This was a feudal society where male supremacy prevailed, and Wan Qiu wasn’t just any man; he was a shuanger, someone who lived at the bottom, oppressed by circumstances beyond his control. It would be harsh to judge him using modern standards.

He was a modern person, unable to accept the feudal system, but Wan Qiu lived in this ancient world and had no reason to behave like someone from his time.

To Wan Qiu, his husband was his world, and his concept of chastity was deeply ingrained. He wanted to possess him, but…

He didn’t dare. He didn’t want to force him, and he couldn’t bring himself to give up.

He wasn’t the original owner, and he couldn’t fully understand Wan Qiu’s perspective.

He had never regretted separating from him. He hoped that one day he could be honest with Wan Qiu about everything, but he didn’t know if Wan Qiu would accept the truth.

He once told Wan Qiu a story about a vixen who possessed a scholar’s body, and the shuanger was disgusted by it. He often wondered what he would think of him if he knew Shan Yu had taken over his husband’s body.

The moon climbed high in the sky, and the appointed time had passed, but Wan Qiu still hadn’t arrived.

He looked at the little bun in Yu Hua’s arms, feeling a heavy sense of depression and despair. He couldn’t help but think that, after all, Wan Qiu and him were just a dream.

A dream he had to wake up from.