The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

The baby had died half an hour ago. It seemed that he choked while drinking milk and never breathed again.

Ever since Shan Yu left a heartless separation letter, Wan Qiu became heartbroken and fell seriously ill. If it hadn’t been for his child, he wouldn’t have been able to survive.

Now that the child was gone, he was afraid…

Shan Yu didn’t wait for Grandpa Yaba to finish his stumbling words, turned around, and ran to the village. As soon as he stepped into the house, he was involuntarily punched by Grandma Wang.

“You damn thing! You have no conscience! You actually have the nerve to come back! Get out! Get out!” There were many people gathered in the room, including those who sympathized with Wan Qiu and beat Shan Yu with Grandma Wang, and those who found it none of their business and just came to watch.

Shan Yu was blocked by a group of people and couldn’t move forward. He could only vaguely hear the heartbroken cries of Wan Qiu. He was so anxious that he said, “Let me see the child first!”

As he said this, he pushed away the people blocking his way and raised the curtain. He was stunned for a moment when he entered the house.

Wan Qiu had lost a lot of weight. He held his child with disheveled hair and cried bitterly. As soon as he saw Shan Yu, he immediately stumbled over and ran over, hoarse and choking: “Husband… Husband! Look at him quickly, he… he… wuwu…”

Shan Yu used to hate seeing Wan Qiu cry the most. He always felt that it was annoying for a grown man to cry all the time. But now after they separated for just over half a month, Shan Yu didn’t know why. In the quiet of the night, when sleeping alone, Wan Qiu’s face always flashed through his mind uncontrollably.

Most of the time it was the way he looked when he was crying. Like now, calling his husband helplessly and fearfully, it was extremely unbearable.

Shan Yu’s heart felt as if it was hit by a hammer, and he felt a dull pain.

He took the bluish-colored child in Wan Qiu’s arms and found the little guy had grown up and looked more like himself, but without the careful care of an old Chinese medicine doctor like him, the baby was also thinner.

Shan Yu tested the child’s breathing, lifted up the swaddling clothes, and touched the little guy’s armpits and inner thighs with his fingers. After finding there was still residual warmth, he immediately launched rescue operations.

It was normal for babies to choke on milk. As long as the correct first aid measures were taken, it wouldn’t cause any serious problems.

Of course, for an ancient person like Wan Qiu, he did not understand this. Not only him, but the medical methods of this era were also relatively backward, and even the doctors in the medical clinic might not understand it.

Shan Yu took a seat and let the little thing in his arms face forward and sit on his lap.

He supported the child’s slumped back with one hand, stretched out his middle finger and index finger with the other hand, squeezed the child’s upper abdomen backward and upward, and then relaxed. After repeating this dozens of times, the blue-faced child spit out a mouthful of milk and let out a weak cry.

Wan Qiu was so surprised that he rolled his eyes and fainted. Grandma Wang and others who was watching looked at Shan Yu blankly and murmured: “A miracle doctor! This is it the real miracle doctor!”

He could revive the dead child, if he was not a miracle doctor, what else was he?

Shan Yu wiped the sweat from his head and explained to everyone that the child did not really die, but was choked and in coma. At the same time, he was glad he met Grandpa Yaba today, otherwise…

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The little guy was lucky he survived the disaster, looked weak, but Shan Yu didn’t expect that his vitality was very strong. At night, he could cry for milk.

Shan Yu went to the sheep pen to squeeze a bowl of goat milk for cooking, and found that during his absence, not only Wan Qiu and the child had a hard life, even the goats he bought as a granary for the child also lost weight.

This family could not be separated from him, or in other words, a weak shuanger like Wan Qiu, with a smalll child, could not be separated from a man at all.

He was too weak, so he needed protection, help, and reliance.

Shan Yu always wondered how did Wan Qiu survive with the original owner? Now he understood somewhat.

In this era, there was no culture of divorce from marriage, only separation from household and even reconciliation was rare.

The status of shuangers and women was so low that they had no human rights, at least not for Wan Qiu who was born into poverty and had no one to rely on.

When the original owner was around, Wan Qiu might not have a good time, but without the original owner, Wan Qiu would definitely not be much better off. If someone bullied him and he had no man to rely on, Wan Qiu could only let others trample on him, and now he had a small child…

Shan Yu’s original intention of giving Wan Qiu a letter of separation was to cut off his connection with the original owner. After all, he thought if the original owner came back after he left, the letter of separation could protect Wan Qiu and the child to a certain extent.

It was only less than a month now, and Wan Qiu’s life did not go as well as expected. Perhaps Shan Yu’s idea of ​​letting him marry a good man was not very feasible.

The letter of separation was originally Shan Yu’s good intention, but for Wan Qiu, it was just being pushed to death.

Wan Qiu was very haggard. He held the lost child and cried softly, like a rootless duckweed. It was really pitiful.

Shan Yu undeniably felt pity again, but unlike before, he suddenly came up with a bold idea.

What if, Shan Yu thought, what if he took Wan Qiu and the child away with him, wouldn’t everything be solved?

As long as Wan Qiu was willing, Shan Yu could help him gain a foothold in modern times. In a relatively fair social environment, Wan Qiu would not be bullied. Even if he was divorced and had a child, he would have many opportunities to choose a spouse, and the chance of happiness would be very high.

Shan Yu’s idea of ​​taking Wan Qiu and the child away sprouted in his heart like spring grass, and he could no longer control it.

Shan Yu thought he could support two people, but he forgot in Wan Qiu’s eyes, he was not a kind-hearted outsider at all, and his kindness also hurt to a certain extent.

Because Shan Yu gave Wan Qiu something that the original owner had never given him, Wan Qiu’s feelings for him were more than just reliance.

If Wan Qiu went along and let nature take its course, there was still a bit of resentment born of love and hatred.

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The days seemed to have returned to the time before Lian Zhou appeared.

Shan Yu took care of Wan Qiu and the child, and the family of three was enjoying themselves happily. There were no quarrels, and Lian Zhou was not an eyesore. Although it seemed beautiful, Wan Qiu knew the happiness in front of him was actually like a mirror, and it was very fake.

Wan Qiu still called Shan Yu “Husband,” but the cautious and expectant light in his eyes was gone because they had separated. His good husband left his own wife and son for a prostitute.

Now he had completely given up on Shan Yu, and his only hope was that his child would be fine.

Wan Qiu didn’t hate Shan Yu but was grateful the man didn’t give him a divorce letter, otherwise his son would be unable to hold his head high in the future.

At this time, Shan Yu stayed in the village to take care of Wan Qiu and the child for more than a month. He also earned money to open a medical clinic through the medicinal materials in the Deadly Forest.

He wanted to take Wan Qiu and the child to live together in the town, and then take them home with him, but he was rejected.