Pei Yunyi noticed that his wife had been going out more and more often lately.
After discovering several times that there were bite marks on the insides of her thighs that weren’t his, he could finally be sure
His wife had taken a lover.
The prime suspect was the blacksmith surnamed Zhao who lived at the head of the village.
That Zhao blacksmith was young and handsome, with a fine set of muscles. Several times he had come to their house, and his eyes had never left Pei Yunyi’s wife.
To avoid wronging an innocent man, when a great flood hit the village, Pei Yunyi specially invited the blacksmith to stay in his home, where the three of them could share a room and he could observe whether there was anything going on between them.
His wife acted calm about Zhao the blacksmith’s arrival, but Pei Yunyi could still sense the unusual tension beneath her composed exterior.
Sure enough, one night, after he had “fallen asleep,” his wife quietly rose from his side, moved lightly across the room, lifted the curtain that hid the bed, and slipped into Zhao the blacksmith’s bedding.
Listening to the muffled sounds of the two of them behind the curtain, veins bulging in his forehead, Pei Yunyi lay awake all night.
After something like this happened, Pei Yunyi didn’t blame his wife. His legs were inconvenient, and he could never satisfy her when they lay together. It was understandable that she couldn’t hold out.
Zhao the blacksmith was the one with ulterior motives, taking advantage of the opportunity to seduce her.
To make Zhao the blacksmith see the error of his ways, Pei Yunyi hinted to him, both openly and subtly, that being someone’s lover would never end well.
But Zhao the blacksmith showed no sign of understanding and kept finding chances to sneak off with his wife.
His wife must have been blind to fall for someone so shameless.
So, on the day Pei Yunyi’s legs finally healed completely, the first thing he did was drive Zhao the blacksmith out of his home and warn him never to come near his wife again.
“Your wife?” The other man gave a cold laugh at those words and pulled a marriage contract from his robe.
“Take a good look, Young Master Pei. Whose names are written here?”
Pei Yunyi looked closely. Zhao Hesheng, Zhu Quejun.
The man standing before him was his wife’s husband. If that was the case, then who was he?
*
While gathering herbs, Quejun found a man. When he woke up, he had lost his memory and insisted that she was his wife.
She diagnosed him with a parasitic curse. It could muddle a person’s mind and destroy their liver and lungs, leaving them to endure the agonizing pain of having their heart and liver torn apart day and night.
To cure it, he had to sleep a certain number of times with someone afflicted by the same curse.
And as it happened, she was afflicted with the same curse.
To survive, Quejun played along behind her husband’s back, pretending to be the man’s wife and sleeping with him. The rest of the time, she made excuses to return home.
She had always thought she was hiding it well, until the day she came back from the mountain and her husband wiped away her sweat and asked, “Who was it?”
“Who was the one who left your legs so weak?”
August 20, 2026
*The heroine and her husband are not registered with the authorities, and their marriage contract is fake, too.
Theme: Love yourself, love life
