Three Babies at Once, But My Husband Is Infertile

[A reborn, fate-changing, stress-prone kitty vs. an insecure, gloomy, deranged dog]

Three years ago, Wu Yiling married in grand style, rising from a county magistrate's daughter to the eldest daughter-in-law of the Ren family in the capital.

Everyone envied her.

Over three years of marriage, she suffered several miscarriages.

Each time she conceived, her husband was so happy that he personally brewed her medicine to protect the pregnancy. Each time she lost the baby, he held her and wept, regretting that he hadn't watched over her. He was even more heartbroken than she was.

Her mother-in-law said she was unlucky and useless. The whole capital mocked her as a barren hen. At least her husband never blamed her.

Her mother-in-law sent her to a temple outside the city in the height of summer, supposedly to pray for blessings. It was the third day after her miscarriage. In the end, she died on the first rainy night between summer and autumn.

When she opened her eyes again,

she was back on her wedding night.

A groom, a bride,

and a groom who had just burst through the door.

How were they supposed to consummate this marriage?

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Ren Pingjiang had spent half his life sickly and ineffectual.

He did only two things in his whole life.

First: take his brother's place in the bridal chamber, bear his brother a child, and die for him.

Second: after she died, kill everyone, then slit his own throat.

Before he died, he thought: In my next life, can I please stop hiding?

When he opened his eyes,

he was on top of her.

Red candles, wedding curtains, their wedding night.