The Young Master Wants Me to Have Two Kids in Three Years: Book Transmigration

[Pre-release blurb for The Little Widower and His Elder Brother-in-Law below] Sickly Wen Shi transmigrates into a rustic story about men having children. The good news: he hasn't become the protagonist who has to give birth to four children. The bad news: he's become the protagonist's first cousin, and the protagonist is a baby-making machine. Everyone in the village thinks that handsome, delicate Wen Shi can give birth too. Everyone in the capital knows that Fifth Master Song Tingyu brings death to his wives. None of the women he was promised to as a child lived long enough to marry him. With Fifth Master Song about to reach middle age without marrying or having children, his four sisters grew anxious. Somehow, a tabloid appeared with an article titled “Incredible! Men Can Have Babies!?” It described in detail how a four-month-pregnant man in a certain village had become pregnant and endured the cold stares of the villagers. The Song sisters immediately agreed! If they couldn't get a woman into the family, they'd find a man instead! As long as he could have children, that was enough! The protagonist is pregnant and tells Wen Shi he's leaving the village to find the father of his baby. Wen Shi knows he's about to embark on the path of having triplets in one pregnancy, so all he can do is wish him well. The day after the protagonist leaves, four or five luxury cars roll into the village. Women decked in gold and silver crowd into the Wen family's courtyard, wanting to marry the man who can get pregnant. Just as Wen Shi's greedy second uncle is about to capture him alive, Wen Shi refuses to become a flower-market bottom and grabs a brick. Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll hit you! But the brick misses his second uncle and hits one of the luxury cars instead. A hole is smashed right through the windshield of a Mercedes-Benz. Each pane costs tens of thousands. There's no point getting married now. He might as well go straight to the police station. Wen Shi, with not a penny in his pocket: “Um... We can talk about anything. What were we talking about just now? Marriage? I'll marry him!” Song Tingyu is born under an ill star. Fortune tellers all say few people can withstand his fate, and that remaining childless and unmarried is the last bit of good fortune he's been spared. Then one day, Fifth Master Song, a decisive force in the business world, comes home and finds a man sound asleep in his bedroom. Wen Shi is devastated that his basket of eggs has gone to waste. Exhausted and hungry, he eventually falls asleep on Fifth Master Song's bed with tear streaks still on his face, completely unaware that his client has arrived. For the first time, Fifth Master Song thinks: Interesting. When Wen Shi wakes, he sees Fifth Master Song sitting in an armchair in the bedroom, absorbed in a book, and is thrilled. “Big brother? Older brother? You know I'm a man, right?” He can work like an ox to pay off his debt, but he really can't give birth to a child! “I know.” Song Tingyu slowly lowers his book. “So I'm not asking for much. Two kids in three years. How about it?” A sickly, fussy but quick-witted, resigned, sunny, sweet little wife bottom x A deeply affectionate young master who brings death to his wives, is exceptionally handsome, and loves no one but his wife top A slow-burn, heartwarming farming story set in a bygone era Marry first, love later; contract romance; building a fortune; having children and raising them The Little Widower and His Elder Brother-in-Law Lu Shiyi has been in the book for two years. As a plot device, he disguised himself as a woman and took his sister's place in marrying the female lead. Wearing a red veil and stuffing sandbags into his chest, Lu Shiyi prepared to marry the “unlucky husband” who would kick the bucket before the ceremony was even over. Sure enough, he didn't even make it through the wedding ceremony before becoming the village's infamous “little widow who brings bad luck.” His almond-shaped eyes, pointed chin, pale skin, and even his size 12 feet were all cited as reasons he'd “killed” his husband. This place was so backward, so ignorant. Anyway, Lu Shiyi had no intention of staying a little widower. He wanted to leave the village as soon as possible and start a new life. But could someone tell him why the elder brother of the groom he'd stood in for was looking at him so strangely? The elder brother-in-law's looks and gaze were equally intimidating. He kept an eye on Lu Shiyi every day, so Lu Shiyi didn't dare sneak off under cover of darkness. All he could do was swallow his frustration, keep stuffing sandbags into his chest, pitch his voice into a little duck's quack, and deliberately act nauseating in front of his brother-in-law. Sure enough, the man's gaze grew even more intense. At last, one day, his brother-in-law was “completely disgusted” with him. He grabbed Lu Shiyi by the shoulders, his face and neck red, and asked, “Will you be with me?” Lu Shiyi: ? Wait, that wasn't supposed to be the result Zhou Heng was summoned back to the village by several faxes from his maternal uncle to perform a wedding ritual for his critically ill cousin, hoping to bring him good luck. But before he and the “bride” could enter the courtyard together, his cousin, who was barely clinging to life in the side room, breathed his last. That day, the wedding feast turned into a funeral, and music and celebration became wailing and lamentation. Zhou Heng was a materialist. He never believed in the idea that a wedding could bring someone back to life. But now he had no idea how to comfort the “younger sister-in-law” beside him, who was sobbing and pitiful, widowed before she could even enter the family. Only after he went into the bridal chamber and lifted the veil did Zhou Heng see that face clearly: round eyes, a pointed chin, skin as pale as a peeled egg. His “younger sister-in-law” was beautiful. So beautiful that this hard-hearted man, who had traveled far and wide, felt his heart give two strange little tremors. Worse still, every time this person saw him, he would deliberately get very close and speak sweetly in a coy voice. He was openly coming on to him. Zhou Heng, a rough young man who'd grown up without parents to teach him manners, developed a thoroughly outrageous thought: He was the one who'd performed the wedding with him, so why couldn't he count as his wife? Later: Lu Shiyi removes the sandbags. His chest is as flat as an airport runway. “Brother-in-law, no, big brother, look. I'm a man.” Zhou Heng, fondling Lu Shiyi's round butt: “You didn't pad your butt? No wonder you sway your hips every time you walk in front of me. You were planning this all along, weren't you?” A cross-dressing, deliberately flirtatious transmigrator into a book bottom x a tough, roguish top who's “a beast in human clothing” A farming story set in a fictional bygone era Theme: Where there's a will, there's a way