Geng Yao is male, straight, and swears he’s not gay. After time-traveling, he finds himself engaged to a ge’er (a traditional male who can bear children). How should one describe this fiancé?... more>>

In Ning’an County, people say this about their engagement: “A flower stuck in cow dung.” Naturally, the ger is the flower, and Geng Yao is the cow dung.

Geng Yao, the cow dung in question, genuinely doesn’t want to touch the flower. Sure, ge’ers can have children, but isn’t it still just two bros sleeping together?

But the moment he talks about breaking off the engagement, his parents unleash a double attack on him, beating his bu*t until it hurts. And the fiancé remains the same one.

Geng Yao secretly arranges to meet the unfamiliar male “flower.”

At first glance—fair skin, beautiful face, long legs, and a shy, soft “Brother Geng…” Geng Yao is stunned. Aside from that ‘thing’, he’s practically his ideal type, as if grown straight from his heart.

Still, there ‘is’ that extra part. So Geng Yao brings up the breakup. The male flower agrees readily both part ways, and he returns home to tell his father.

Before Geng Yao even gets home, he hears news that the male flower returned crying like a weeping pear blossom and then attempted su*cide by jumping into a river from humiliation.

Geng Yao: …Is this male flower a drama king?

After marriage, Geng Yao asks, “What do you even want from me?”

The little drama king answers, “I just want you because you’re dumb.”

Yan Yao had once snuck into town to look at his betrothed the butcher. That man’s strong arms swung the cleaver with such force that not even crumbs were left of the chopped bones. Yan Yao trembled at the thought: if he hit someone with those hands, wouldn’t he kill them?

Before figuring out how to break off the engagement, someone asked him out and told him flat-out he didn’t want to marry him. Thunderstruck, Yan Yao thought: This kind of man doesn’t want me?

Is he s*upid? His family is the wealthiest one in the county, and the dowry includes farmland and shops. If he married Yan Yao, he wouldn’t have to kill pigs for a living anymore!

Mini Theater

Yan Yao, tears pouring down, holds a three-foot-long white silk cloth:

“You said before you don’t like ge’ers, only women. Then I’ll hang myself to make room for her, so you can get what you wish.”

Geng Yao looks at the pregnant Yan Yao, wobbling on a stool trying to hang the white cloth, and is so frightened his heart nearly bursts:

“Ancestor! I was wrong! Didn’t you say you liked the new hairpin from Cui Lv Pavilion? Look! Look! I bought it for you!”

Yan Yao eyes the hairpin he pulled out and calmly asks:

“Go ahead tell me, where did you get the money for this private stash?”

Geng Yao: Uh… <<less