The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Lian Zhou showed obvious disgust and rejection toward his own flesh and blood, leaving Shan Yu stunned.

Linlang hurriedly explained, “…Lian Zhou didn’t take good care of himself after giving birth, and his body is very weak…”

“Didn’t I ask Wan Qiu to bring you a lot of food and things to take care of your body?” Shan Yu felt Lian Zhou’s pulse and frowned. “You didn’t give him any to eat?”

Linlang got angry at the mention of this and swung the long whip at Shan Yu’s feet. “This princess doesn’t do the work of servants! The things he brought were all raw! How… how do you eat that?”

Shan Yu choked. “…What have you been eating these days?”

Linlang snorted, pointed at the piles of sweet potatoes on the ground, and said unhappily, “Besides this, what else can we eat?”

Er Zhu was shocked. “Sister, are you mistaken? You gave Lian Zhou this right after he gave birth? Haven’t you ever cooked a meal? What kind of woman are you? If there were no sweet potatoes, would you have starved Lian Zhou to death? I wondered why he was so skinny—it turns out you didn’t take good care of him!”

Linlang was so angry she didn’t know how to refute Er Zhu. Seeing him rubbing against Lian Zhou, she lashed at him with her whip. “Lian Zhou is my brother’s person! You dare touch him! I’ll kill you!”

Er Zhu’s hands were whipped, and he grimaced in pain. “What do you mean, ‘your brother’s person’? That dog emperor isn’t worthy! Lian Zhou is mine from now on! Don’t mind our own business. Besides, Shan Yu already touching him too, why don’t you care about him? Are you picking on me on purpose?”

Linlang glared at him coldly, pointing her whip at Er Zhu. “You have ulterior motives! You’re up to no good! You deserve to die!”

Er Zhu had deep feelings for Lian Zhou, and with Linlang present, he couldn’t find a chance to talk to Lian Zhou alone until she left.

“You stay here, and I’ll come to see you when I have the chance. If you want something to eat or need anything, just tell me, and I’ll bring it to you next time.”

Lian Zhou couldn’t see, so he reached out his hand to Er Zhu and said, “Thank you.”

“Why are you still saying these things?” Er Zhu took Lian Zhou’s hand, kissed it, his eyes red. “As long as you’re fine, I’ll be happy.”

Lian Zhou raised his lips slightly and asked, “I heard from Wan Qiu that you’re married?”

Er Zhu shook his head and explained subconsciously, “I was forced! That official said that if I didn’t agree, he would tell the dog emperor about your affairs in the brothel. I was worried about you… so I agreed…”

Wan Qiu had told Lian Zhou about these things. Although not in detail, it wasn’t difficult for Lian Zhou to piece it together with his intelligence.

Lian Zhou held Er Zhu’s hand tightly and, for the first time in his life, apologized. “I’m sorry. You were sincere to me, but I treated you like that.”

Er Zhu hurriedly shook his head. He was so moved by Lian Zhou’s gentle attitude that he nearly cried. He kept saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m not angry with you. In the future, we…”

“There is no future.” Lian Zhou stroked the wound on the back of Er Zhu’s hand, his voice light and distant. “Wan Qiu said your wife is beautiful and virtuous, and he cares about you very much. Since you are destined to be together, cherish it. I didn’t care about you before, I don’t like you now, and I won’t be with you in the future. I have no way forward, so don’t hurt yourself because of your obsession, and don’t hurt those around you because of me.”

Lian Zhou let go of Er Zhu’s hand, stepped back, and bowed, saying, “Thank you for your care. I will remember this kindness in my heart. After today, we will not see each other again.”

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Wan Qiu didn’t sleep all night. He took a nap on the soft pillow at dawn before getting up to prepare breakfast.

The boiling white porridge was seasoned with a little salt and oil, paired with steamed buns, pickled cucumbers, and a dish of fragrant braised beef—all done.

Er Zhu held his bowl in silence, his eyes red beneath the steam, making it obvious that he had cried.

Wan Qiu guessed that he was worried about Lian Zhou. After eating breakfast and sending Er Zhu out, he asked Shan Yu, “How is Lian Zhou?”

“The wound has recovered well, but he and Linlang don’t know how to cook. They eat roasted sweet potatoes every day. The things sent were useless. Lian Zhou didn’t take good care of himself after giving birth. His body is very weak…”

“Ah!” Wan Qiu patted his forehead. “Look at me, I forgot about this. To think about it—they’re both people who don’t touch kitchen’s things. What should I do now? Why don’t I go deliver the meal?”

Shan Yu shook his head. “The cave is too difficult to walk. You’re already working hard enough to take care of the two children; don’t trouble yourself any further. Besides, you might get discovered doing this. I’ll think of another way.”

Wan Qiu looked at Shan Yu’s hands; they were scratched and cracked. He held them gently, concerned, and frowned. “Husband, what happened to your hands? Did you hurt them crawling in the cave? I was busy and didn’t notice it earlier. Hurry up and apply some medicine. It’s so cold, and if you catch a cold, the wounds could get worse.”

“It’s okay, just a minor injury.”

“No.”

Although Wan Qiu’s original family was poor, he never did any heavy work, so his hands were well-maintained. After Shan Yu came into his life, he only dealt with medicinal herbs and used herbs for daily washing, making his hands even whiter and slenderer.

Wan Qiu couldn’t bear the sight of the wounds on Shan Yu’s hands and the dirt under his nails. He forced him to wash his hands and apply medicine. He lowered his head, gently blew on his wounds, and asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

Shan Yu smiled. Although he had been pampered before he travelled through time, it was not a big deal for a grown man.

“It hurts a little.” Shan Yu frowned, his fingertips twitching slightly in Wan Qiu’s palm as he looked at him with a slight smile. “Be gentle.”

“Oh! Okay.”

Wan Qiu became more careful. He delicately trimmed the skin on Shan Yu’s fingertips and, after applying the medicine, worriedly wrapped them with gauze.

Afterward, Shan Yu looked at his hands, wrapped up like dumplings, and his mouth twitched.

‘So, you really can’t act cute with gentle people.’

Even a little pain would be taken care of in such a proper and considerate manner. It was truly embarrassing.

But Shan Yu didn’t feel shame at all; instead, he felt a little greedy.

With his hands wrapped like this, he naturally couldn’t go to the clinic, so he stayed in the house and asked for Wan Qiu’s service.

“I’m a little thirsty.”

“I’m a little hungry.”

“When I crawled in the cave, I not only hurt my hands but also my knees. My waist and arms hurt too.”

Wan Qiu hurriedly put down the teapot, cakes, and buns, and started rubbing Shan Yu’s shoulders, legs, and waist. That gentle and thoughtful look—oh, it was something not to be mentioned lightly.

Shan Yu felt quite comfortable being served by Wan Qiu. He thought that being a useless person wasn’t such a bad thing after all. When he got up to go to the toilet, he noticed Wan Qiu following him. Curiously, he asked, “I’m going to relieve myself. Why are you following me?”

Wan Qiu pointed at his bandaged hands and said, “Your hands are so injured—how can you untie your belt like that? How will you manage?”

Shan Yu was stunned for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, his waist and legs no longer felt sore, and he seemed ready to pick up a big knife and chop wood.

Wan Qiu: “…”

He recovered so quickly!