An Honest Widow Claimed by a Transmigrated Man

■A Work for XP■

A gloomy, beautiful transmigrated man VS a straightforward, half-deaf local widow

Synopsis: When her cruel relatives came demanding the family property her late husband had left behind, Cui Xinzhen only learned, upon receiving the divorce papers, that her husband had made arrangements long before his death to keep her from being dragged down with him.

She had been struck from the household register, so she had no choice but to hand everything over. Fortunately, her young brother-in-law fought for his life to win back an acre of land, giving her a chance to survive.

That day, the boy was only eight, barely reaching her waist. He raised his handsome, fair face and gestured with bright black eyes, asking if she would leave.

Heart aching, Xinzhen covered his injured forehead with a handkerchief. Weeping, she shook her head. "No. In this life, I belong to my family while I live, and my soul will belong to them when I die."

She made the promise without hesitation, and the boy smiled.

Over the years, they depended on each other. She watched his features grow more and more striking as he got older. With his bold, unconventional ideas, he expanded the shop to the capital and became the youngest official in the imperial court, with a bright future ahead of him.

She simply never imagined that one day he would lock her inside his residence.

The handsome boy who had once been so gentle lowered his dark eyes. Like a debauched man craving love, his lashes tinged red, he kissed her damp eyelashes with trembling breaths, his hands tracing her body inch by inch as he asked her:

"Zhen Niang, am I not good enough? Who put the idea of leaving into your head? The world outside is so dangerous. Who is trying to hurt you?"

No, no...

Her pupils lost focus, and her voice was hoarse.

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On the day he graduated from junior high, Yong Yujing opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar dynasty. He had been born into a loving family, with an older brother who protected him and parents who doted on him. He had a wonderful life, and even watched his brother get married.

But fate had other plans. A disaster caused by human malice took his parents' lives, and his brother fell gravely ill. No medicine could cure him. Meanwhile, their relatives watched like vultures, and after his brother died, they descended like wolves to take everything. Terrified, he rushed forward despite the pain, like a stray dog defending its food. Just as he seized the deed, the door opened.

A woman in white mourning clothes, tears still on her face, stumbled toward him.

She was his brother's widow, the sister-in-law he had called that for years.

His sister-in-law was honest, dutiful, and traditional. At first, he truly saw this woman, ten years his senior, as a mother or an older sister.

But later, when she said she wanted to leave, he smiled as usual and asked her why.

Under the gaze of his smiling eyes, the woman couldn't answer. In the end, she said she would think about it.

But that night, he thought about it for a long time too.

The world outside was so dangerous. His widowed sister-in-law was honest and dutiful, and suffered from an ear condition. If she left him, that feudal society would devour her until not even her bones were left.

She had said that in life she belonged to her family, and in death her soul would belong to them.

He had the same surname, Yong.

(Reading guide

1. The title is the entire story in a nutshell.

2. The heroine has no sexual experience; the hero does.

3. The leads are ten years apart. I'm tired from saving up new stories, so I'm impulsively starting a younger-man romance. I want to write about a beautiful boy and an older sister figure who could be his mother. Give it a try if that sounds appealing.

4. The heroine is a local woman with traditional beliefs. She's the kind who can't even manage more than a few words in an argument before blushing. She'll run a shop, but she won't change her fundamental nature. She's also half-deaf, though that gets better later. By reading, you agree to accept this. If you can't accept the heroine, please don't complain about her. Let's keep the comments friendly, thank you!

I spent a long time thinking about her name. Cui evokes something beautiful and lovely, like jade or emerald. Xin suggests diligence and a willingness to endure hardship. Zhen means steadfast, constant, and upright, which feels fitting for the times. The more I thought about the heroine, the more the name fit. It was also chosen by my readers on Weibo. I love it!

5. The hero was transmigrated into a baby. He was relatively normal at first, but, well, he arrived at such a young age that he was somewhat assimilated by the era. He's sickly, delicate, and sweet on the surface but dark underneath, and he'll use lethal force. If he didn't have his own methods, he wouldn't have risen so high at such a young age. He's definitely not as sunny as other transmigrators.

The character was inspired by the second male lead in my previous, previous story, a dark and twisted one.

6. The early pacing is slow, with a bit of a farming-novel feel. The story gradually moves away from that later on. There may be a little palace intrigue, just a tiny, tiny bit (holding up the very tip of my thumb). Mainly, it's about the two leads and their romance, without a particularly large-scale plot. I can't be sure what it'll turn into, but I'll do my best.

7. The cover uses a template.

8. Blurb posted on May 31, 2026, and saved on Weibo.)

Upcoming story 1

"After an Honest Woman Is Haunted by an Evil Baby [Nonhuman]"

Synopsis: "Mommy, mommy, mommy..."

Lately, I've often been having hallucinations. In places where no one else can hear, I hear someone slowly forming the word "Mommy" with their lips, as if pushing it out from the tip of their tongue. It feels as though a long, thin tongue is licking the edge of my ear, wet and clammy.

So I made an appointment with the best psychiatrist in the capital.

The doctor sat across from me, carefully looking through my file. He looked up, pushed his glasses up, and asked me, "According to your records, ma'am, there's no history of inherited mental illness in your family, and you haven't experienced any major emotional upheaval recently... Ma'am? Are you listening? Ma'am?"

The doctor had been asking me questions for a long time before I finally heard what he was saying. The longing in my eyes nearly spilled out of them, turning into a few tears that would be easy to lick away. I begged him, "Doctor, please help me. Something is really wrong with me."

The doctor pushed his glasses up again. "Then please describe what's wrong."

I looked at the doctor for a long moment and said, "I see a long-haired man wearing a tight black outfit. He's smiling at me, his eyes a gloomy green with no light in them, like unpolished emeralds that are utterly bewitching. His exposed skin is deathly pale, as if he's just crawled out of a river after soaking in it for years. His thick black hair is astonishingly long. He has long brows, narrow eyes, thin scarlet lips, and beneath the corners of his eyes..."

Before I could finish, the doctor interrupted me. "Is it just his appearance? What is he doing, for instance?"

I glanced at those dark, seductive eyes and swallowed before answering slowly, "Right now, he's sitting on your head, one long leg crossed over the other. He's bent over, holding my head in his hands. His fingers must be pressing against my ears. His stunning features are twisted with jealousy, and he's talking with a thin, sharp, bright-red tongue curled around my eyelashes."

The man speaking was so beautiful he seemed haunted by ghosts. He was exactly what the baby I'd picked up would look like when he grew up.

His long brows drooped in a pitiful curve, and he said gloomily, "Mommy, I'm your flesh and bone, your own blood, your one and only... lover. Why do you want to leave me? Have I done something wrong? Come home. I'll be good."

The doctor couldn't hear him or see how excited he was. I was the only one standing rigid, not daring to breathe.

Because he was doing so well, so well that I couldn't take it.

(Reading guide

An honest, mommy-type woman VS a beautiful, wicked nonhuman

Forbidden, forbidden, forbidden, forbidden

Theme: The clouds will part, and the moon will shine again)