After Marrying Into the Family, My Little Husband Went Bankrupt

Ji Zimo was famous in his circle for being useless and going nowhere. One day, he transmigrated to ancient times, where he found himself with nothing but four bare walls and younger siblings counting on him. He nearly choked to death on the spot. As he hesitated over whether to go die or go die, a wealthy young man from the county arrived with a noisy procession to ask him to marry into his family. This kind of good fortune actually existed? Afraid something might go wrong, Ji Zimo hurriedly took his younger siblings to the wedding. Now he could go back to living a life where he never had to work hard and still had plenty to eat and drink. His dignity? What was dignity? Could you eat it? But could someone tell him why he couldn't live off his husband for even a month? Now, on top of having younger siblings to care for, he also had a delicate, pampered husband. Qi Yu was handsome and wealthy, and skilled at everything from horseback riding and archery to music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Yet he was the most notorious young man in Sangnong County. At sixteen, full of youthful arrogance, he had declared that he would make the best man in the county marry into his family. Year after year passed, and in the blink of an eye he turned twenty-one. He had become a well-known laughingstock throughout the county. He thought he would spend the rest of his life with only the Buddha for company. He never expected his mother to seize the opportunity and actually force the man who had passed the county-level imperial exam at twelve to come to their door and marry into the family. Qi Yu thought he must hate him: hate him for ruining his chances at the imperial examinations, hate him for derailing his bright future. When his family fell into ruin and his parents died, he and the man were driven out onto the street. Qi Yu lowered his head and waited to be abandoned. But the man who should have hated him took his hand and walked forward with him, one step at a time. “Let me make one thing clear first. I have no money and no skills, so don't expect too much from me. At most, I'll give you my last bite of food before we starve to death.” Later, this supposedly useless man gradually shouldered the weight of the world for him. Many, many years later, when Qi Yu was white-haired, he still remembered that night. Beneath the moonlight, Ji Zimo sat on the doorstep, utterly exhausted, and joked, “Being the head of a household is pretty hard. Would it be embarrassing if I cried?” Ji Zimo had a thing for hands, and he especially admired Qi Yu's flawless, jade-like pair. Later, for a while, those hands suffered. They were injured, soaked in laundry water, and rubbed until they developed calluses. After that, Ji Zimo nursed them back to their former condition. But in both his lives, the most beautiful hands he had ever seen were the ones that had suffered for his sake: swollen and red, yet so beautiful they made his heart ache. Theme: Choose to stay true to yourself when weighing gains and losses, and learn to take on responsibility.