The Drama Queen Little Husband of the Straight Man

 Geng Yao—male, heterosexual, and definitely not gay—finds himself with a ge’er fiancé after transmigrating.¹ And how to describe that fiancé…

People in Ning’an County described the match like this: “A fresh flower stuck in cow dung.” Naturally, the flower was the fiancé, and Geng Yao was the dung.

Geng Yao, this piece of dung, truly had no desire to be stuck with a flower. Sure, ge’ers can give birth, but isn’t it just brothers seeing brothers when lying in bed together?

Yet the moment he brought up breaking the engagement, he was met with a dual assault from both parents, beaten so badly his rear was blooming with bruises. And the fiancé? Still the same one.

So Geng Yao secretly arranged a meeting with this unfamiliar “male flower.”

At first glance—fair skin, delicate features, long legs, blushing cheeks, and a soft, shy “Brother Geng…”
Geng Yao: …This is just—aside from having that extra thing, it’s like someone grew him straight from the softest spot in my heart.

But, in the end, it’s still that extra thing. Geng Yao raised the topic of breaking off the engagement, and the male flower cheerfully agreed. They each go their own way and report the decision to their families.

Yet before Geng Yao could even make it home, he heard the news: the male flower had returned and cried his heart out, tears like falling pear blossoms, and in humiliation had jumped into a river.

Geng Yao: …Is this male flower a little drama king?

After marriage, Geng Yao asked, “What exactly do you want from me?”
The little drama king replied, “I’m after your stupidity.”

Yan Yao had once secretly gone to the street to see his fiancé, who sold meat. Watching those strong arms swing a butcher’s blade through flesh and bone without leaving a trace behind, he shivered slightly. If that man ever hit someone, wouldn’t he lose his life on the spot?

Before he could even decide how to break off the engagement, he was called out and told: I don’t want to marry you.
I don’t want to marry you—those words struck Yan Yao like a bolt from the blue.
This kind of man doesn’t want him?

What, is this guy stupid? His family was the richest in the county, with fertile land and shops as part of the dowry. Marrying him meant never needing to butcher pigs again.

Mini-Theater:
Yan Yao, tears pouring like rain, holding a three-foot white silk rope: “You said before you don’t like ge’ers, only women. Then I’ll hang myself to make space for her and grant you your wish.”

Geng Yao looked at the pregnant figure, swaying atop a stool with the white silk in hand, and his soul nearly left his body: “My ancestor, I was wrong! Didn’t you like that new hairpin from Emerald Pavilion? Look, look! I already bought it for you!”

Yan Yao stared calmly at the hairpin he pulled out and asked, “Come on, tell me—where did you get the money for that?”
Geng Yao: Uh…