Ye Li transmigrated into the Great Xia dynasty, becoming a lazy, gluttonous husband whom everyone despised.

The Jiang family was dirt poor. His husband, Jiang Ji, was studying in the county, leaving behind only Ye Li and two burdens—Jiang Mai and Jiang Ya. When Ye Li crossed over, the original owner had just been caught red-handed by the village head while trying to trick Jiang Ya into going to the county to be sold.

Ye Li: “…”

He awkwardly rubbed Jiang Ya’s little head and said with a dry laugh, “I was planning to take Brother Ya to the county to buy something tasty.”

Of course, no one believed him. To avoid being dragged off to kneel in the ancestral hall, Ye Li had no choice but to embark on the road of making a fortune through food.

At the end of the month, when the private school went on break, Jiang Ji rushed home anxiously, terrified that Ye Li had been mistreating his two younger brothers. But what greeted him upon returning was the sight of Jiang Mai and Jiang Ya gnawing happily on large bones.

Jiang Ji’s long brows furrowed. That useless fool—what tricks was he playing now?

But Ye Li’s eyes were bright and sparkling. Wow, the husband he got for free was seriously handsome.

That night, as usual, Jiang Ji went into Jiang Mai and Jiang Ya’s room to sleep. Ye Li held up an oil lamp and knocked on the door: “Husband, time to come back to our room.”

Jiang Ji: “…”

Back when they first married, it was Ye Li who had kicked him out of the room. He wanted to see what kind of act Ye Li was putting on this time.

Ye Li cried injustice—what act? His cheap husband looked exactly like his type, of course, he wanted to consummate the marriage!

Jiang Ji was unwilling. This useless fool actually dared to covet his body!

Ye Li could only coax him: “Just think of it as us doing it out of disgust, doing it out of hate.”

“…”

Something was off.

This fool was acting very off.

After that one night, Jiang Ji’s tone softened—and so did his heart.

He began secretly observing this husband of his. After three days, when he returned to the private school, he could no longer shake Ye Li’s image from his mind.

Later, Jiang Ji passed the provincial examination and became a Juren. Ye Li became a Juren’s husband.

Many came to the door, trying to gift concubines to the scholar lord. Ye Li hugged the chest containing the land deeds and shop contracts—after doing it “out of disgust” and “out of hate” for so long, feelings had naturally taken root. If that dog man dared to accept a concubine, he’d make him pack up, get out clean, and then he’d marry someone new!

Jiang Ji quickly pulled him into his arms, coaxing softly, face and pride both forgotten: “Lili, in this lifetime, you’re the only one for me.”