Reborn as a Substitute Groom, I Make the Cold-Faced General Fall for Me

[Transmigrate Into a Book + Love After Marriage + Both Are Each Other's First + 1v1 + Sweet Romance Between Two Men]

Gentle husband x cold-faced general

Ji Heqing transmigrated into a book.

Good news: He became the young master of a scholarly family, with fine food and clothes and no need to work 996.

Bad news: The original owner had just been ordered to marry the Dingyuan General, Duan Xiaozheng. Unwilling to marry, he'd hanged himself and died. Ji Heqing arrived after he was already dead. The ligature mark on his neck hurt so much he couldn't speak for three days.

On their wedding day, red candles flickered.

When his veil was lifted, the man before him had sharp brows, bright eyes, and an imposing air. His cold face made him look like someone owed him eight million taels in military pay.

After a tumultuous night, the man was gone before dawn the next morning, leaving behind only a note saying he was going to war.

Fine. His husband had run off, but life still had to go on.

He rolled up his sleeves and started taking care of the neglected general's estate.

The hardest part was the eight-year-old stepson, who watched him from behind a corridor pillar like a bristling little beast.

Ji Heqing crouched down and pulled out a packet of pine nut candy. At last, after holding it in for ages, the little boy whispered, "You're pretty."

Half a year later, the general finally returned victorious.

The young master who should have been weeping and wailing was sitting under the corridor, teaching his son to write. His profile was as gentle as a painting.

Duan Xiaozheng stopped in his tracks.

The memory of that night before he left for war flooded his mind. He'd thought this man would hate him.

But the man before him merely looked up and smiled faintly. "You're back? There's soup warming in the kitchen. Go wash up first."

Duan Xiaozheng's Adam's apple bobbed. His voice was hoarse. "...Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Ji Heqing raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

The man strode forward and pulled him into his arms. Like asking whether I'd gone a single day this past half year without thinking of you.