The Fulang’s Modern Young Husband

Fang Zichen is an outstanding top student who suddenly finds himself transported to another world, where he gains a male wife and a son. The male wife was forced into marriage. The son came as part of a “buy-one-get-one-free” deal. Fang Zichen: “At eighteen, I’ve got a wife, a son, and a warm bed. This is the peak of life! Who can top that?” However, reality hits hard: The house is empty, and the top student doesn’t know how to do anything, so he has no choice but to carry heavy sacks at the docks in town. The villagers pity Zhao ger, saying his life is bitter. After toiling like an ox for the Ma family for twelve years, they sold him and his son to Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen, an outsider with nothing to his name except his handsome face, doesn’t even own a scrap of land. He lives in a crumbling, abandoned house from the village chief’s family. He is so poor that even flies refuse to fly into his home. Zhao ger had truly jumped from one pit of fire into another—how tragic! But as it turns out, the couple thrives. Zhao ger starts a business, selling roast duck and sausages that become popular in town. Meanwhile, Fang Zichen returns to his studies, passing each imperial exam step by step And despite all this, he still comes home to wash Zhao ger’s feet. Villagers: “Is this even a pit of fire? I’d jump into ten of these if I could!” Fang Zichen happily raises his son, living his best life. His classmates and friends see the child and can’t help but praise, “Your son looks just like you!” At first, Fang Zichen doesn’t pay much attention—until his stepson turns six, growing more handsome by the day, and increasingly familiar. Before Fang Zichen can demand an explanation from Zhao ger, he stumbles upon a shocking truth. Zhao ger has always had a white moonlight in his heart, someone he’s never forgotten all these years—and that Fang Zichen is just a substitute. Fang Zichen: “…” “Zhao ger, I’ll f*ck your ancestors!” In a fit of rage, Fang Zichen scribbles a divorce letter, snatches the child, and flees without a second thought. Meanwhile, back in the capital, Zhao ger clutches the divorce letter, his eyes bloodshot, and coughs up blood in despair He hunts down his runaway husband, cornering him in a stinking latrine. “Either come back with me, or I’ll drown you in this latrine.” Fang Zichen refuses to yield: “…The latrine stinks too much. Fine, I’ll go back with you.” Fang Zichen decides to return to the capital to confront this white moonlight—only to find out who it really is. Fang Zichen: “…Well, I’m doomed.” The white moonlight is handsome, brilliant, unbeatable in both wit and strength—utterly untouchable. Fang Zichen’s only thought: Retreat!