Zheng Yixu considered himself someone who had seen the world.

Once you accept the premise of a bizarre reincarnation, it actually becomes quite intriguing.

In his previous life, he lived an ordinary existence. Perhaps heaven allowed him to be reborn just so he could experience an extraordinary life.

In the end, Zheng Yixu still hadn’t let go of the idea that reincarnation equaled a life full of dramatic events.

“Then how much do you know about me? No, how much do you know about me before I lost my memory?” Zheng Yixu asked calmly, showing great composure and a commanding presence.

“…you ask the questions, and I’ll answer.” The young nurse was stunned by Zheng Yixu’s demeanor. She had seen hundreds of patients, but never had she encountered someone as composed as Patient 520. It was truly a groundbreaking experience for her!

She felt that she needed to show a distinctive approach toward this patient diagnosed by the doctors as having lost his memory.

It’s such a pity. Patient 520 looks so good, and he’s in love with a man who’s already married…

The young nurse felt a bit disheartened as she thought to herself.

“First question, who am I, what’s my name, and why do you say I’ve lost my memory?”

“Oh, oh, your name is Zheng Yixu, and according to your ID, you’re thirty-two years old,” the young nurse pondered for a moment. “Seems like you’re wealthy,” she added confidently.

Oh, so I’m still a wealthy person.

It seems I might belong to the type who is wealthy but ends up being a “cheap” submissive to a poor student, Chen Shimei.

Sigh, it’s not that Zheng Yixu lacks confidence in himself, but this appearance really doesn’t seem like that of a dominant.

For this reason, he secretly poked the back of his hand with his finger and discovered…

Indeed, he was indeed the submissive!

It’s impossible for someone who enters and exits so smoothly to be the dominant,

QAQ.But I didn’t expect this body to be already thirty-two, almost nine years older than he originally was. That’s a bit of a loss. Indeed, it’s the good upkeep of a wealthy person that makes it hard to guess their age.

“Then why was I diagnosed with amnesia?” Zheng Yixu continued to ask.

“Well, I’ve heard that people with real amnesia don’t even know they have it. You must be in that situation,” she replied. The young nurse lowered her head and thought for a moment, feeling that those novels were indeed deceiving. “You accidentally slipped and fell down the stairs, and you were in a coma for a full two months.” “After the doctors examined you, they found some damage to your memory center, so…”

“Do I have any relatives or friends? I haven’t seen anyone come to visit me since I woke up these past few days,” he asked, considering his wealth. So, wouldn’t there be a few distant relatives coming to discuss inheritance issues with him?

Shouldn’t wealthy people have a bunch of people clamoring to be financially supported by them?

“Don’t worry, you’re already married, with a husband and a child. Your family is happy and content,” the nurse said reassuringly, nodding as she spoke.

…….

Husband?

A child?!

Heh.

Zheng Yixu suddenly dared not ask any further.

He felt like he might end up asking about something unpleasant.

With a husband and child in the picture, what could possibly come next? Will there be troublesome relatives, a scheming mistress, or rival companies lurking in the shadows?

Should he have to confront them one by one? But he doesn’t seem to have acquired that skill. Should he go back and learn it all over again? Just thinking about the future “intrigue and scheming” life… He was still somewhat afraid.

He’s read so many novels, yet he’s never read one about palace intrigue.

It’s unavoidable—his face blindness makes it impossible to remember the names of so many illegitimate and legitimate children, uncles, aunts, and cousins. Not to mention all the chaotic colors, materials, and styles of clothes and jewelry.

But without asking clearly, he’s even more afraid.

Stay calm, Zheng Yixu, maybe you’re overthinking it. Perhaps there aren’t so many troublesome things after all?

“Ahem, you mentioned my husband and child?” Zheng Yixu looked shocked. “Whose child is it?

“Husband”… can’t possibly refer to a woman, right?

Well, maybe I did guess right after all. This body really is a submissive.

Who knows, maybe that child crawled out of my own belly.

Zheng Yixu thought about those bizarre novels he had read, where some people were reborn into the past during difficult childbirths. It couldn’t get more tragic just thinking about it.

At least now, he doesn’t have to experience something as absurd as male pregnancy, right?

“Sir, you’re joking. The child is, of course, yours and your husband’s,” the nurse said with a smile, waving her hand. Perhaps for a patient with amnesia, having a husband and child would indeed be quite surprising.

Although society has become much more accepting of same-xing relationships, they still remain a minority.

With this in mind, the nurse comforted Zheng Yixu, saying, “Your child at home is already fifteen this year, and he looks just like your husband, a handsome young man who is smart and well-behaved.”

“Looks just like my husband… and already fifteen years old?” So he had a child at seventeen, and got pregnant at sixteen?

Indeed, another bizarre twist.

Zheng Yixu felt a bit disheartened. Could the child who crawled out of his belly not even resemble him?

“In that case, why haven’t we seen them?” Zheng Yixu asked, puzzled.”He’s been awake for several days now, but hasn’t seen him once. Has the family marriage broken down? For example, the son said to the original body.””I don’t want a man to be my dad, I want a mom,” and such. In a fit of rage, the original body lost balance and fell, risking their life.

This reasoning is very logical, so Zheng Yixu quickly accepted this setup.

Upon closer inspection, it also fits the setting of a rebirth where a man bears bitter consequences.

A wealthy and handsome “jerk bottom” actively pursues a poor and destitute small “top,” even going so far as to bear children with his own body.In the genre of this type of fiction, there was once a popular setting where a reborn, amnesiac scum “top” forcibly reclaimed their child.

Of course, he absolutely will not forgive the scum “top,” and absolutely will not stoop to shamelessly pleasing the child. A fifteen-year-old middle school boy in his rebellious phase will straighten up after a few beatings.

“Yes, your husband and child came to see you. But you were asleep,” the young nurse said, looking at Zheng Yixu with envy written across her face.”They come every evening. But they’re afraid of waking you up, so they didn’t disturb you,” she explained.

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They don’t come during the day, only at night…

What, what, what’s wrong with this?

Zheng Yixu’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly thinking of a more sensational possibility.

Could it be a fantasy genre with feudal superstitions?

Such as ghost husbands and ghost children, using the principles of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams, borrowing male yang energy to conceive ghost babies, ultimately draining their essence and dying, and so on…

Just thinking about it is scary.

This type of storyline is much scarier than male pregnancy.

Comparatively, tentacle creatures, mecha in a post-apocalyptic setting, and such might actually seem preferable.

Zheng Yixu couldn’t help but feel goosebumps rising on his body, feeling a chill run down his spine.

If my husband and my child weren’t human…

—————— Zheng Yixu’s Diary —————————

Fourth day after rebirth.

The weather? I don’t know, because I haven’t left the hospital.

I hope my husband and child are part of the tentacle creature genre.

As long as it’s a living creature and not Ah Piao, I’ll accept it!

QAQ