The Feudal-Era Darling Wife Is Spoiled Silly by Her Daddy-Type Husband

Zhixia was the legitimate son of a marquis's household. After marrying Duan Yin, a general, Duan Yin left for war and died on their wedding night, just after lifting Zhixia's veil. Zhixia mourned him for ten years and was awarded a chastity arch.

When he woke up, he had transmigrated into the body of a despised, useless playboy, a fake young master in the 21st century.

The fake young master was constantly at odds with the real one, earning the hatred of the whole family.

He had barely arrived when he was thrown out of the house, left with nowhere to sleep but under a bridge.

"Well, if it isn't Young Master Su? Never thought I'd see you like this!"

"Young Master Su? He's a fake, that's all!"

Mocked by the real young master and the others, Zhixia, who had never suffered this kind of humiliation, instantly teared up.

Just as he stood there helpless, a man's deep, steady voice rang out.

"What are you doing?"

"M-Mr. Duan!"

At the sight of him, everyone fell silent.

Duan Yin, head of the Duan Group, had risen to a position of power at a young age. While others his age were racing cars and having fun, he was already ruthless and decisive in business. His famously mercurial nature made him someone no one in Beijing's elite circles dared to cross.

Thanks to Duan Yin's intervention, no one gave Su Zhixia any more trouble.

Zhixia looked up, about to say thank you, but froze when he met the man's deep, indifferent eyes.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already in the man's arms, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, "Husband! Sob, sob, you're still alive! Thank goodness..."

Everyone: ???

Had Su Zhixia been so shocked that he'd lost his mind?

He was clinging to Duan Yin and calling him husband. For heaven's sake, Duan Yin was a straight man who hated gay people!

The Su family were livid.

If Su Zhixia wanted to get himself killed, he shouldn't drag the whole Su family down with him!

Duan Yin looked down at the little thing in his arms with a dark expression. He was about to push him away, but when his palm touched that soft waist, the delicate sensation made his fingers curl in despite himself.

So slender, so soft.

At a banquet, the real young master framed Su Zhixia, making it seem as though he had climbed into Duan Yin's bed.

The moment the door opened, everyone was waiting to laugh at Su Zhixia.

Instead, Duan Yin's face darkened. He covered the flushed face of the person in his arms with a broad palm and said in a voice cold enough to freeze, "Get out. All of you."

After they married, Zhixia, eager to conceive, rubbed his still-flat belly and grew anxious. "Husband, why isn't there any sign of a baby yet?"

Duan Yin, in the middle of an online meeting, froze for a second.

"What?"

The senior executives attending the meeting: Isn't Mr. Duan's spouse a man? Can men have babies?

Su Zhixia said miserably, "You died young in my previous life, before I could give the Duan family an heir. Now that we've finally met again, we have to hurry and have a baby!"

Duan Yin paused the meeting, pulled his spouse onto his lap, and kissed him.

"All right, we'll have a baby."

Six months later.

Zhixia sobbed, "Waaah! Men in this world can't have babies! Husband, the Duan family is destined to have no descendants. I've let down all our ancestors!"

Duan Yin could only comfort him again and again, kissing him over and over.

"We don't need a baby. You're my baby, all to myself."

Synopsis revised for the second time on 2026.9.15; screenshot saved.

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