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Ming Xiting looked excitedly at the man in front of him.
The man appeared to be around twenty years old, with round, bright deer-like eyes that sparkled like a clear spring. He wore an amused expression as he scrutinized Ming Xiting from head to toe, and Ming Xiting returned the favor, studying him with equal curiosity.
After a long moment, Ming Xiting finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice trembling slightly, “You are…”
Ye Chen nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “As you guessed, I also traveled here from another world. There aren’t any tomatoes here yet; aren’t you making it difficult for others?” With that, Ye Chen opened a medicine box and sat down beside him, gesturing for Ming Xiting to extend his wrist.
For the past month, Ming Xiting had been treated like a madman by many. Now that he had finally encountered someone who shared his experience, he felt as if he had found a safe harbor to confide in. He burst into tears as he clung to Ye Chen. “Ah! You have no idea how hard this past month has been for me! I was pushed into a fountain, and when I looked up, I found myself falling into a river. Then I inexplicably watched myself die—boohoo…”
His words came out in a jumbled rush. Ye Chen struggled to catch every detail and patiently urged him, “What are you saying? Slow down.”
Ming Xiting managed to stop crying long enough to recount how he had been pushed into the pool at his birthday banquet and how his soul had swapped places with that of the real Ming Family heir beneath the river. He detailed the bizarre events leading to his current predicament.
Hearing this, Ye Chen began to share his own story. He had been struck by a car while standing on the curb and had directly soul-traveled here. In contrast to Ming Xiting's experience of first traveling and then swapping souls, Ye Chen's situation seemed simpler but still bewildering.
At that moment, Ming Xiting felt as though he had grasped a lifeline. Meeting someone from a similar background made him talk incessantly. After Ye Chen finally took hold of his wrist to check his pulse, he listened as Ming Xiting chattered on without pause.
When both of them were finally exhausted from talking, Su Ye ordered the prepared meals to be brought out immediately.
Ming Xiting had always used the best things since childhood. Even after crossing into this strange world, he continued to live a more luxurious life than ordinary people. Despite the world being newly stabilized, the dishes on Ming Xiting's table were worth more than an average family's annual income.
Ye Chen couldn’t resist staying for dinner. The result was that what usually took an hour for treating an ordinary person extended to two hours this time due to their lengthy conversation.
Pei Guanjing arrived as expected, holding Xiao Douya by one hand while the other carried a skewer of candied hawthorn. Xiao Douya bounced with joy, his innocent smile lighting up his young face as he tightly gripped the candied fruit, occasionally licking it with delight.
When Ming Xiting heard that it was Ye Chen's husband and son at the door, he stared at Ye Chen in disbelief, his eyes wide like copper bells. "Your son? Husband?"
He seemed unable to comprehend, circling around Ye Chen, scrutinizing him from head to toe, before cautiously asking, "Are you intersex?"
Ye Chen smirked slightly. "You have quite the imagination, but no, I'm Kun Ze, and so are you. Kun Ze is a type of male human in this world who can give birth." He glanced at Ming Xiting and continued, "Don't be shocked; you can give birth too."
Before Ming Xiting could recover from the shock, frozen in place and unable to respond, Ye Chen picked up his medicine box and prepared to leave. With his husband having come to find him, staying any longer would likely lead to trouble later that night.
"Don't go! What do you mean? I don't understand anything you're saying." Ming Xiting snapped back to reality and immediately grabbed Ye Chen's arm, eager to clarify.
As Ming Xiting's emotions fluctuated, Ye Chen distinctly caught the scent of apricot blossoms wafting from the nape of his neck—a faint sweetness reminiscent of soft and glutinous pastries—just like Ming Xiting himself, tender and delicate.
Ming Xiting possessed the youthful vigor typical of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with exquisitely cold features that resembled a finely crafted piece of art. Beneath his elegantly arched brows were eyes that sparkled like stars in the night sky—bright yet profound. Below his straight nose was a pair of soft pink lips that trembled slightly in anxiety.
If one were to overlook the furrowed brows that indicated his current distress, they might add an air of aloofness; unfortunately, his face did not match his personality.
"What do you mean? Speak clearly! Brother, don’t mess with me; I’m scared! Don’t go..."
In the midst of their tugging and pulling, Ming Xiting suddenly sensed a powerful scent of pine filling the courtyard. Following the aroma's source, he saw a tall and handsome man—about six feet three inches—gazing at him with a shadowy expression as he held onto Ye Chen's arm.
Pei Guanjing stood tall like a sturdy pine tree, his deep-set eyes often revealing an elusive depth. At that moment, those eyes exuded a calm intensity as they fixed on Ming Xiting’s hand gripping Ye Chen’s arm.
In that fleeting moment, Ming Xiting felt as if he had been jolted by electricity. He instinctively released his grip, unable to articulate why, but sensing a dangerous aura surrounding him.
Ye Chen, with a resigned sigh, patted Ming Xiting on the shoulder and explained, "Brother, I know it's hard for you to accept, but the views on gender in this world might differ from what you’re used to. I suggest you take some time to understand it better. Also, it seems like your Rain Dew Period has kicked in; you should be careful."
After dropping those words, Ye Chen turned and strode forward, snatching the candied hawthorn from Pei Guanjing's hand. "Who told you to give that to him? Haven't your teeth been hurting these past few days?"
Ye Chen flicked Xiao Douya on the forehead and stuffed the extra candied hawthorn into his own mouth. Xiao Douya pouted, his eyes instantly turning red as he nearly burst into tears. However, Pei Guanjing was quick on his feet; he scooped Xiao Douya up with one arm and hurried after Ye Chen, soothing him, "Don't cry; I'll buy you more."
With Pei Guanjing's promise, Xiao Douya immediately wiped away his tears and broke into a smile, sweetly calling out to Pei Guanjing, "You're the best, Father."
Hearing this, Ye Chen, who was walking ahead, couldn't help but roll his eyes.
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