Give Me Your Wife

Tuan Yun had been terribly unlucky his whole life. His family was poor, and his parents looked down on him for being a little man, favoring everyone else at every turn. At long last, he married a husband, and they were loving and devoted to each other. But after barely a few days of happy married life, his husband accidentally hit his head. When he woke up, he had forgotten Tuan Yun completely and wanted nothing to do with him. "I am the Earl's legitimate second son. You're no more than a country bumpkin, crude and vulgar. How could we ever be a suitable match?" "You say you saved my life? How do I know you weren't just trying to take advantage of me because I was dressed so well? Marry you? Dream on. Never." Despite saying all that, he couldn't withstand the outsiders' reproaches, so he took Tuan Yun back to the estate. But this only made him despise Tuan Yun even more. He treated him like dirt and couldn't be bothered to spare him a glance. With her husband's love gone, Tuan Yun still had to endure the disdainful looks of everyone in the Earl's household, from top to bottom. But at least he had food and warm clothes, so he hoped he could keep living there without drawing attention. Unexpectedly, the household planned to demote him from wife to concubine on the grounds that he had no children, then sell him off. Tuan Yun was so anxious he burst into tears. What was he supposed to do? ** Ji Zhiwei disliked his country husband so much that for days he passed by his home without going in. One day, he was suddenly summoned home, and everyone congratulated him on being virile enough to give his wife twins. He knew he had a congenital defect: he could have sex, but couldn't get anyone pregnant. In a fury, he toppled over. When he woke again, his memories came back, along with all the love they'd shared in the past. His eyes bloodshot, he spent a sleepless night. The next day, he brought lavish gifts to his cousin, Marquis Cui Jianying, who was feared by all and known as the imperial court's attack dog. "Tuan Yun is the one I love. I can raise his children, but his lover can't be allowed to live! If you help me find the man, I'll agree to any terms." His cousin beamed when he heard that. "Really?" "Then give your wife to me." Cui Jianying brought his hands together in praise. "Cousin, you truly have a sharp eye. You spotted the lover at once." *Little men are men who can give birth, just like the ge'er and husbands in other novels. *A short story of tens of thousands of words. Free while serializing, available with a monthly subscription once complete. Read it now. Please add my upcoming story to your favorites. A Little Man Named Yourong, by Yan Guikang Blurb: Yourong is a little man, but he's tall, solid, and voluptuous, even more imposing than a strapping man. People nowadays consider slender, pretty little men beautiful, and he is often mocked for it: "I wonder who gave him that name. Yourong, Yourong. What 'rong' does he have?" "Yourong's got big 'breasts,' you know. Look at that mountainous chest of his. Maybe whoever named him knew what they were doing." It would be bad enough if he simply weren't good-looking. He was also an orphan from a temple. And yet this very Yourong married into the illustrious Duke's household at the advanced age of twenty-five, becoming the official wife of the Duke's heir. * From the moment he was told he had been chosen, Yourong knew his only duty after marriage was to give an heir to the young heir, who was gravely ill and not long for this world. Even being matched with a servant in the Duke's household would have been a step up for someone of his station. What's more, the Duchess had saved him and raised him. Wanting to repay her kindness, Yourong was naturally more than willing to devote himself wholeheartedly to looking after his new husband. But he didn't have any of the charms a little man was supposed to have, and Yourong couldn't help worrying: Would his pretty young husband like him? Would he be willing to sleep with him? * Everyone lied to him, saying the illness could be cured. They all stuck to the same story, claiming this marriage was a heaven-sent match brought about by fate. But Shang Zhilan had been wise beyond his years and good at reading people's hearts. How could he not know what his family had in mind? Although his family was wealthy and prosperous, he would be left a widower with a child. Though he wanted to do his filial duty, he had no desire to be "intimate and completely open" with a wife he'd just met and had no feelings for. He should just be honest with him. He and his family disagreed, and it would be best not to consummate the marriage. That was what Shang Zhilan thought before he opened his eyes in a daze and saw Yourong. Now, facing his older wife, with honey-colored skin and a full, round chest, Shang Zhilan blushed bright red. He couldn't bear to look at him, and could barely speak. "C-could you touch me?" Yourong asked. Shang Zhilan's face flushed like a dewy begonia, and he stammered, "H-how should I touch you, w-wife?" *Little men are men who can give birth, just like ge'er and husbands in other novels. *A sweet story with nothing but sugar. Theme: The brave are the first to forge a path.