The Crippled Child Husband I Picked Up Ran Away

Chu Yingying took a tumble, and fell head over heels for the unconscious young man lying in the field.

"Dad, this boy's pretty handsome. Let's take him home and make him my child husband."

"Mom, the papayas in the field look ripe. Hurry and pick them so I can eat them. They'll help me grow up nice and healthy."

She worked and worked, getting her wedding dress ready, but her child husband actually tried to run away!

She chased after him, hugged him tight, and gave him a big kiss. The young boy was stunned to be kissed in broad daylight.

Chu Yingying: See? You do like it when I make the first move.

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From the day she brought the young boy home,

Chu Yingying took good care of him, hoping they could grow up together as childhood sweethearts.

The boy had no name. He barely spoke, and his expression was always blank.

Chu Yingying treasured her child husband, raising him like a pigeon she hoped would lay eggs.

"How about I call you Goudan? My mom says a humble name helps you stay healthy."

A crack appeared in the boy's cold expression. He fell silent and said nothing.

Chu Yingying: All right, Goudan, you need to eat more. The taller and stronger you get, the more I'll like you.

Day after day, the boy was plied with eggs: chicken, duck, and quail, each prepared a different way. The look he gave Chu Yingying grew gentler by the day.

But then, one day, Chu Yingying woke up and couldn't find her child husband. The boy had left without a word.

Chu Yingying was heartbroken.

She had treated him so well, and he still ran away. What a heartless boy.

After she got over her heartbreak, she decided child husbands couldn't be trusted.

Two years later, when she came of age, Chu Yingying decided to marry a scholar from her village.

But on her wedding day, more than a thousand soldiers stormed into the village.

A handsome man with the bearing of an emperor, his face cold, hijacked the bridal sedan.

Chu Yingying gripped the hem of her dress and sobbed.

Why was her life so miserable? She hadn't even gotten married, and bandits had already kidnapped her.

"Yingying."

A richly dressed man commanding thousands of soldiers poked his head into the bridal sedan. He looked at the beauty with tears streaming down her face, fell silent for a moment, then gently tried to comfort her.

"...I'm Goudan."

The generals and soldiers outside the sedan could barely hold back their laughter.

And so everyone in the capital learned that the Crown Prince, known for his bloodthirsty reputation, had brought home a beauty who was always trying to run away from their wedding.

"You're not my Goudan! I don't want you!" Chu Yingying clutched her bags and tried to climb over the wall.

The Crown Prince had his pride to consider, too. He glanced around, then lowered his voice.

"Yingying, I am."

A cute, sweet little story.

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Mizhu was reborn, and remembered how her childhood sweetheart had taken advantage of her and then abandoned her in her previous life. For the sake of so-called true love, she had unhesitatingly used her dowry to fund his studies after his family fell on hard times.

But when he finally made a name for himself and became chief councilor, he brought another woman home, claiming she was the one he truly loved and that his relationship with Mizhu had been nothing but a temporary arrangement. Then he divorced her, and Mizhu died heartbroken.

After being reborn, she received an imperial decree ordering her to marry the frail young lord of Nanning in three months. At the time, she and her childhood sweetheart were not yet engaged.

That young lord was a capital-city fool who had been mentally impaired since the age of three. He got out of breath after walking five steps, and even at twenty, no one would marry him.

Mizhu had skin as smooth as ice and jade, a face of breathtaking beauty, a figure both delicate and soft, and a voice that could melt anyone's heart.

The young dandies of the capital privately compared her to the most famous courtesan, saying that no beauty, whether as splendid as a peony or as graceful as a jasmine, could compare to her.

Her childhood sweetheart came to her in a hurry, confessed his feelings, and urged her to elope with him so she could defy the imperial decree and avoid the marriage.

This time, Mizhu smiled at her handsome childhood sweetheart, melting him to the bone, then said, "The young lord of Nanning is a moon immortal from heaven. I'm incredibly lucky to be marrying him. What are you to me? Bah."

Her childhood sweetheart was dumbstruck. He thought Mizhu had gone mad, and begged her with every sweet word he could think of. But his reaching hand was struck down by the future young lord's wife.

On their wedding night, Mizhu lifted her own veil, loosened her collar, ignored her foolish husband, and sprawled across the whole bed.

But the husband who was supposed to be a fool picked her up, put her veil back on, and went through the wedding-night rituals with her.

Theme: Sincerity can move even stone and metal. True affection should be met with true affection; that is the way to get along.