Marrying a Butcher in the 1990s

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Delicate, refined beauty x rough old man who adores his wife

The Song family's young man was forced into a bridal sedan and married off to the eldest son of the Rong family in the western part of town.

The eldest son had been gravely injured, and when treatment failed and he was on his last breath, he still wanted the young man to bring him good luck and continue the Rong family line.

Song Qingshi was beautiful and praised by everyone. He was gentle and well-behaved, and skilled at embroidery, but he wasn't good at interacting with people. He always wrapped thick cloth around himself to cover his chest completely.

Everyone said marrying a corpse for a wife was a waste of such good fortune. But on the wedding day, bandits attacked the bridal sedan. Song Qingshi instinctively shrank back, only to fall into a broad, sturdy embrace the next moment.

Song Qingshi had been raised in a traditional family. Seeing the rough man's hand resting against his chest, he wiped away his tears and said, "My father said that if someone is defiled before marriage, they are no longer chaste, so you must take responsibility."

"Take responsibility for what?"

"Take responsibility for me."

Zheng Shisheng was a butcher who sold pork. While up in the mountains chopping wood, he caught a beautiful person who fell from the sky.

He was dressed in wedding finery, his lovely long hair brushing his nose and carrying a hint of fragrance. He weighed almost nothing in Zheng Shisheng's arms, and his mournful gaze looked like a hook.

Everyone in the village said Zheng Shisheng had found a treasure on the mountain and brought him home, keeping him hidden away.

After that, in addition to the pigs' bloodcurdling squeals at night, delicate, sweet cries could always be heard.

At last, when the New Year came and it was time to visit relatives, aunts and uncles stared in shock at the bright, newly renovated villa halfway up the mountain.

A delicate beauty lay on his side on a soft, exquisite kang bed. His chest rose slightly, and he held his distended belly as he frowned and nestled into Zheng Shisheng's arms.

Zheng Shisheng rubbed his faded old undershirt. "My wife is pregnant, and the baby is making a fuss. He can't see anyone."

Little Bonus Scene:

Song Qingshi always spoke in a refined manner, constantly calling Zheng Shisheng "husband this" and "husband that." At first, Zheng Shisheng never had any improper thoughts.

But Song Qingshi was so soft and delicate, blushing like crazy whenever he was teased. Zheng Shisheng found it fun, and after selling his meat, he would hurry home in a flurry.

One day, he got home early and glimpsed the beauty hidden beneath the thick wrappings through a crack in the wooden house. His passion flared like a wildfire. He couldn't hold back for another second.

Reader's Guide:

1. This is a story about a male wife, including childbirth and pregnancy. If that's not for you, please don't read or leave comments.

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At twelve years old, Qian Duoduo was sold to Qian Facai to bring him good luck. The sixty-year-old man died on the very first day of their marriage.

Qian Duoduo was young and scrawny, with bare feet. He was pitiful, yet people still called him a money pit. As they hustled him into marriage, they even stuck a big red plastic flower in his hair.

Qian Qunyao came back from the county town to find that his father had died and that he had somehow inherited a little wife...

He became the laughingstock of the village, the poor sucker left to pick up the pieces.

A twelve-year-old little wife? Wasn't that against the law? What a nightmare!

Qian Qunyao was built like an ox. Panting like a brawny man, he picked up Qian Duoduo and tossed him out as easily as shooing a little chick.

The moment he was thrown out the door, Qian Duoduo cried and clung to him. "Hubby, don't throw me away."

Qian Qunyao scolded and hit him, but the kid still wouldn't leave. Not only was he getting in the way of Qian Qunyao finding a wife, he had to be supported, too.

Qian Duoduo knew he was unwanted, and knew he was getting in the way of Qian Qunyao finding a wife.

So from the day Qian Qunyao took him in, he learned to read the man's moods. He tried to be sensible and help take care of him, though he was clumsy, and kept thinking about how to learn to be a little wife.

Qian Qunyao couldn't stand seeing him so pathetic, but he grew more and more fond of being looked after.

Later, realizing their relationship was improper, he recognized Qian Duoduo as his son and had him call him Dad. He took him to the city to make a living and build a better future.

As the economy developed and Pengcheng took off, Qian Qunyao's business prospered. He found his footing and opened a furniture factory.

He became a well-known local nouveau riche and big shot.

Unfortunately, he never found a wife. He piled all his gold and jewelry onto his son, Qian Duoduo.

Countless women threw themselves at the chance to marry into his family and become rich wives, but Qian Duoduo drove them away with every trick in the book.

He even took up the role of little wife again and started bossing Qian Qunyao around.

That year, Qian Qunyao was thirty-six, and Qian Duoduo was only eighteen, fresh out of school.

Whenever he was unhappy, Qian Duoduo snatched Qian Qunyao's cigarettes and liquor, then kicked him with his bare feet.

He cried and shouted, tears streaming down his face. "Dad is mine! I'm your son, and I'm the wife you married!"

Qian Qunyao couldn't bear to see him cry. He cupped the boy's face and coaxed him. "My little darling, Dad was wrong. Dad loves you. Don't make a fuss."

Qian Duoduo couldn't let go of his worries. He climbed into Qian Qunyao's bed, thinking that if he had a child, he could keep Dad by his side forever.

Then he, the little wife with no proper status, could finally secure his place.

Later, when he really became pregnant and his belly grew, the rough old man didn't blame him. He still cherished him and coaxed him like a treasure.

Qian Duoduo found it strange. Then one day, while Qian Qunyao was drunk, he went to the company to inspect the goods for him, supporting his belly all the while. It was in that little office that he realized Qian Qunyao's feelings for him had changed long ago.

He had simply kept quiet because of the title "Dad."

Thesis: May our little life flourish.