Transmigrated into a Scholar

Du Heng transmigrated into a cripple—a cripple picked up by a fierce Ge'er(male wife) to be his husband. Ge'er(male wife): "Since your legs aren’t good, don’t think about running off. Stay put as my husband, and I won’t let you starve." Du Heng: "…" He, a full-grown man, reduced to living off someone else? Impossible! Even if he’s transmigrated, he’ll never submit! The next day, when the Ge'er(male wife) returned from the fields, he found his dirty clothes from the night before freshly washed and hung in the yard. On the table, three aromatic dishes and a steaming soup were waiting. Du Heng: "If I cooked it myself, then it’s not mooching." —————— At night, as Du Heng prepared to blow out the lamp and sleep, the Ge'er(male wife) walked in, stripping off his clothes before climbing into bed. Ge'er(male wife): "Since it’s the farming off-season, let’s get this done. Stay still—I’ll handle it." Clenching the blanket, Du Heng gritted his teeth. He’d never even been in a relationship before! This guy had only known him for three days and already wanted to— No! He refused to surrender! —The following year, a little rascal was running around the yard. Putting down his book, Du Heng sighed and picked up the child. Time to call his husband home for dinner. Pure-hearted top × Straightforward bottom.

Ning Muyan lived a life of propriety and self-restraint, with only one transgression—at his provincial top scholar banquet, he was tricked into taking the innocence of a young man from a respectable family, forcing him to take the boy as a concubine. The boy came from humble origins, lacking education and timid by nature, never finding common ground with the brilliant scholar. As Ning Muyan busied himself with the prosperity of his family, the concubine went years without a single glance of acknowledgment. Yet when the political tides turned and the Ning family fell into ruin—his gentle wife sought divorce, servants looted the estate and fled—only the long-neglected concubine exhausted every effort to pull strings and secure help. In the end, on the three-thousand-li exile road, the boy succumbed to plague and died in misery. In his twilight years, Ning Muyan reflected on a life where glory and fortune had faded like smoke, yet he could never forget that person. Closing his eyes, he never expected to return to the banquet of his youth—and there, on the bed, sat the same young man, tears streaming down his face... ——— Jiang Bailian never imagined that, years after his death, he would be reborn—and unluckily, on the very day he lost his purity. Looking back, he found that path too bitter. Better to become a monk than a concubine. No matter what, he wouldn’t repeat his mistakes. So he decisively threatened the top scholar: "If you dare speak of this, I’ll... I’ll spread rumors that you’re terrible in bed!" Ning Muyan: ? "Where am I lacking? I can prove myself!" ++——Reading Guide—— 1. Dual rebirth, shou-oriented, a novel with male pregnancy! 2. Both leads are "clean"; explanations will follow regarding the gong's descendants. 3. Medical knowledge in the story is fictionalized beyond common sense—do not imitate. 4. Highly架空 (fictional setting), logic does not exist here. Upcoming: 《Husband, Come Home to Live Off Me》 ++ Du Heng transmigrated into a disabled man—a fierce young man picked him up to be his husband. ++ Young man (fiercely): Since you can’t walk well, stop thinking about leaving. Be my husband, and I won’t let you starve. ++ Du Heng: ... ++ A grown man like him, reduced to living off someone? Never! Even in another world, he wouldn’t yield! ++—The next day, when the young man returned from the fields, he found his dirty clothes from the night before freshly washed and a fragrant three-dish meal on the table. +++ Du Heng: If I cooked it myself, it doesn’t count as living off someone. —————— ++++ At night, as Du Heng prepared to blow out the lamp, the young man walked in, stripping and climbing onto the bed. ++++ Young man: While farming’s slow, let’s get this done. Stay still—I’ll handle it. +++ Du Heng gritted his teeth, clutching the quilt. He’d never even had a partner—how could this man, after just three days, demand this? No! He refused! +++—The next year, with their toddler running around the yard, Du Heng set down his book, sighed, and picked up the child. ++++ Time to call his husband home for dinner.

Xu He has always been the contrast to his second sister— pale, delicate, and fertile, she is the darling of the Xu family, the village belle, with suitors lining up from one end of the village to the foot of the mountain; while he is sallow, frail, and unremarkable, the unwanted son of the Xu family, whose only skill is cooking. Yet, toiling from the stove to the fields, covered in grime, no one ever spares him a glance. The villagers often gossip—how could the same parents produce two such different children? With his sister as the standard, He’er is surely even harder to marry off. Yet, inexplicably, many young men seek out Xu He. But those who cozy up to him only do so to fish for news about his sister. Over the years, Xu He has grown accustomed to it. But recently, even Zhang Fangyuan, the village’s notorious idler, has started pestering him. Hiding and dodging, Xu He is still cornered on his way home. The man grins: "He’er, your cooking smells divine. Imagine how much better it’d taste if you were my husband." Trigger Warnings: 1. Fictional setting—very fictional, do not scrutinize. 2. Mpreg. Cover features the bottom. Dual POV (both top and bottom). 3. If bothered by the contrasting character being female, steer clear. No inflammatory comments in chapters.

The night Yang Ye transmigrated into the body of a scholar, a handsome young man in wedding robes sat on the bedroom bed. Haunted by past emotional scars, Yang Ye bluntly declared: "I'm emotionally detached," "I don’t like you," "Not in ten years, twenty years, or even a lifetime—" "Separate rooms." The little stutterer, A’Xi, was heartbroken. Months later, Yang Ye returned in glory after passing the imperial exams. A’Xi, certain he’d be cast out, quietly packed his belongings and left for his parents’ home— Only to be swept back the moment he stepped outside by the scholar who’d sworn he’d never love him.