The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

Jiang Huan was Er Zhu’s only concern in modern times. Entrusted by Er Zhu, Shan Yu had promised to support Jiang Huan until he graduated from college.

If Jiang Huan behaved upright, the Shan and Lian families would be his lifelong backers.

Unfortunately…

Jiang Huan’s purpose was obvious, and his methods were despicable. For the sake of his old friend’s entrustment, Shan Yu decided to let him go.

Shan Yu paid off all of Jiang Huan’s tuition and living expenses for the next four years at once, ending his support early. Lian Zhou, who had always been unreasonable and unforgiving, didn’t try to fight with Jiang Huan.

Wan Qiu was surprised. How could Jiang Huan, a man, be tempted by his own husband, who was also a man?

“My husband is not shuanger; you should give up on this idea.” Wan Qiu stood next to Shan Yu, rubbing his body into his man’s arms and swearing sovereignty: “My husband said he would only marry me in this life. He won’t take a concubine.”

As Wan Qiu spoke, he looked up at Shan Yu with clear eyes and asked him, “And my husband won’t keep an outside wife, right?”

Apart from nodding in affirmation, Shan Yu took the young shuanger, full of eyes and hearts, into his arms and gently patted him to comfort him. What else could he say?

This was just a small thing in ordinary life. For Shan Yu, it wasn’t even a temptation.

On Christmas Eve, they enjoyed a candlelight dinner for two.

The private restaurant was as big as a playground. A huge crystal lamp hung from the curved dome. The light shone on the goblet filled with red wine, forming a dreamy and beautiful lotus shape.

Wan Qiu was wearing his favourite triple dress. His long dark hair was loosely tied with a red ribbon and hung on his shoulders. He looked around with a calm expression on his face, touching the silver tableware at hand and couldn’t help but admire it.

“It’s so beautiful here…”

Shan Yu handed a boxy velvet gift box to Wan Qiu, bent down, and kissed his forehead: “Happy Christmas Eve. I’ll give you the Christmas gift at home tomorrow.”

“Thank you, husband.” Wan Qiu took out a golden apple from the box, admired it for a long time, and said a little embarrassedly, “I didn’t know what festival this is, and I didn’t prepare anything for my husband…”

The melodious cello played slowly after Shan Yu took his seat, and a sumptuous dinner was served to the table one after another.

Shan Yu raised his hand to ask the waiter to step away. He rolled up his sleeves and opened the back of the red lobster laying on the ice with his own hands. He placed the crystal white shrimp meat on the plate with a knife and fork and said, “It’s not an important part. This is my first time doing this; I hope you will be happy.”

Seeing Shan Yu’s cool features and gentle demeanour, Wan Qiu couldn’t help but feel happy. He nodded and smiled: “My husband treats me so well, so I am happy.”

“If you like it, I’ll take you out more when I’m free.” Shan Yu handed the plate filled with lobster meat to Wan Qiu, then cut the steak himself, smiling gently: “I’ll also prepare gifts.”

Wan Qiu didn’t hear Shan Yu say any romantic words, but his behaviour was still very endearing. When Shan Yu said a few thoughtful things, his cheeks turned red. He lowered his eyes and said shyly, “Thank you, husband.”

Shan Yu smiled and asked, “Are you just saying thanks again?”

Wan Qiu’s face was flushed, and the steak on his fork fell away as he asked, his voice trembling, “Well, should I do something?”

“What do you think?”

Of course it was not enough!

To show gratitude, one must have the right attitude. Simply saying “thank you” didn’t convey true sincerity.

In the luxurious presidential suite…

Wan Qiu laid face down, his long hair draped over his body. He gazed out at the city’s traffic and neon lights through the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing his forehead against the foggy glass, and cried in embarrassment, “Husband… there’s someone, and they might see…”

Shan Yu said nothing but held Wan Qiu’s slender waist with both hands. As he leaned over and kissed Wan Qiu’s delicate shoulder blades, he moved a little deeper.

“Husband… husband!”

“What’s wrong?”

“You… you’re too much…”

“I didn’t use any pressure.”

“You… you’re talking nonsense, husband!”

“It’s really no effort.”

“You…”

Shan Yu held Wan Qiu close and laid them both on the carpet, calming his breathing. Though he was deeply satisfied, his upright nature prevented him from speaking flirtatious words. He gently bit a piece of Wan Qiu’s body, whispering his name and sighing with contentment, “It feels so good.”

Wan Qiu had heard Lian Zhou complain that Shan Yu was a straightforward man who didn’t understand emotions or romance. He even said living with someone so stoic was quite dull, but in reality…

Shan Yu’s tenderness and affection were reserved solely for Wan Qiu. Only Wan Qiu knew that the young master of a prestigious family, though upright and earnest, were much better than many other men.

Wan Qiu appreciated how good his husband was and thought it best if no one else knew.

Shan Yu bit the corner of Wan Qiu’s lips, as was his habit, and then led him to take a shower. When they emerged, Shan Yu kissed the birthmark at the corner of Wan Qiu’s eye, his breathing growing heavier with each kiss.

Wan Qiu recognized that his husband was still unsatisfied and desired more.

He briefly called Shan Yu “husband,” and Shan Yu, moving his lips and teeth down to the corners of Wan Qiu’s mouth, asked, “Is it okay?”

Wan Qiu, gasping for breath and feeling overwhelmed, thought, ‘why are you asking now? You’re already inside.’

He wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck and nodded meekly, “We are husband and wife. My husband can treat me as he pleases.”

Hearing this, Shan Yu became a bit more daring. He turned on the lights to observe Wan Qiu’s reactions more clearly, calling out hoarsely, “Wan Qiu, Wan Qiu, Wan Qiu…”

After such efforts, no matter how barren the land, it would eventually bear fruit.

Wan Qiu suddenly felt dizzy, nauseous, and on the verge of vomiting.

The Shan family was very happy!

Shan Yu was not a person who particularly liked children, but a prosperous population was always a good thing. He touched Wan Qiu’s belly and said happily, “You really did me a Favor. No matter how much I thought about it, I never thought you could get pregnant again.”

“My husband is a skilled doctor and has taken good care of me.” Wan Qiu looked at the mountain-like pile of gifts left by Mother Shan. Although he was happy that his husband’s family treated him well, he was also a little worried. He asked Shan Yu, “Husband, Grandpa and the others are so happy, will they be disappointed if I don’t give birth to a son?”

“I promise, even if you give birth to a daughter, they will pay tribute to you.” Shan Yu wasn’t sure if what he said was true. Anyway, the young wife had to give birth first to see.

Shan Yu washed and fed fruits to Wan Qiu, checked his pulse every ten minutes, and examined whether his belly had grown in half an hour. He wanted to tie someone to his waistband every day but was afraid if Wan Qiu would be suffocated by his care and become unhappy.

Wan Qiu was protected by dozens of big bodyguards every day, surrounded by a crowd of people, he was treated even better than a national treasure.

When he was five months pregnant, Wan Qiu had a very obvious pregnancy belly. Shan Yu put aside all social activities and stayed with him as much as possible. He coaxed his young wife to rub his belly into his arms, which was so sweet.

He even coquettishly said, “Husband, I want to eat grapes.”