My Husband's Carrying an Egg [Transmigration]

Please check out my upcoming story, My Lady, Your Scales Are Dirty Again~ Tao Wenyang had been unlucky since childhood, and had suffered from chronic illness for years. At twenty-six, he finally ran out of strength and was about to die. Just then, a young man in hip-hop clothes and a baseball cap showed up at his door, claiming that if Tao married him, he would survive. Tao Wenyang laughed in disbelief. “Get married? Kid, are you even old enough?” Cheng Miao crossed his arms, looking smug. “I go by the same name wherever I go, and I'll be nineteen as soon as I celebrate my birthday next month.” After some back and forth, Tao Wenyang somehow ended up registering his marriage to the young man, who claimed their wedding would bring him good luck and save his life. * After they got married, Tao Wenyang wasn't sure whether this so-called lucky wedding had really worked, but he discovered that his health was genuinely improving day by day. Even his usually terrible luck had taken a miraculous turn. Before he could even celebrate, his little husband backed him into a corner. “Now that you're feeling better, hurry up and consummate the marriage!” Tao Wenyang, pinned against the wall, stared in a daze. “...?” Had they gotten their scripts mixed up? * One day, the young man who'd appeared out of nowhere announced that he had an egg in his belly. At first, Tao Wenyang thought he was joking. But in the days that followed, he watched the young man's belly really grow rounder and rounder. Only when the last little white egg, small enough to fit in his palm, was placed before him did Tao Wenyang finally accept in shock that the young man had actually laid his egg. “But... why is your belly still bulging?” Tao Wenyang patted the young man's round tummy, puzzled. Was there another egg still inside? “...!” The young man pressed his lips together, glared at Tao Wenyang in annoyance, then ran off. Later, Tao Wenyang learned that the young man's round belly was simply because he loved food and had eaten too much: he'd gotten fat. [A gentle, cool-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside, laid-back, unlucky top x an honest, straightforward, domineering, tsundere little chubby bird bottom] A word of warning: Miao Miao is a second-generation cultivator who sneaks down to the mortal realm. The first half is sweet, modern-day domestic fluff; in the second half, he takes his husband to the heavens and into the world of cultivation. There will be eggs and babies~ QAQ Here are some poor little new stories hoping to catch your eye: 1. My Husband Takes Me to Cultivate Immortality [Transmigration]: Farming on a deserted island and raising my husband~ 2. My Poison-Type Husband Is the Villain [Reborn]: This villain family is toxic~ 3. Mini Tots' Daycare [Interstellar]: I became a dad after ascending~ 4. My Lady, Your Scales Are Dirty Again: I'm a professional fish petter~ I've got lots of completed stories, too o(*￣︶￣*)o. I hope you'll visit my author page and pick one out~ =3= My Weibo name is Ling Yu of the Nine Feathers. You're welcome to come pluck some weeds~ (flaps wings) (feathers fall) (tilts head and picks one up) (places it on your head) (blinks) Theme: Luck can't decide everything