PMH Chapter1

“Take your things and start your own family! You are already married, and it would be fine if you just stayed at home and gnawed on our old bones, but you even falsely accused my Qian’er of having a crush on your mute husband!? Who would want something that can’t even speak? What kind of fairy can’t my Qian’er get? Why should he grab this boring thing?!”

In front of the Mo Mansion stood a round and plump woman with one hand on her waist, while the other with white jade-like fingers pointing at the two people below the steps. The rather conspicuous matchmaker mole on her face moved up and down as she spoke.

As she watched the slowly gathering crowd around her, she seemed to have found the backbone and continued to clamor in a duckling-like voice, “Everyone, take a look. It has always been difficult to be a stepmother. Ever since I married into the Mo family, I have devoted all my heart and soul to this child and even wish I could give my heart to him, but in the end, I have raised a big-tailed wolf…”

As she spoke, she pointed to the taller person down the stairs with one hand, while wiping away non-existent tears with the other, sobbing. “But he actually slandered my Qian’er, saying that my Qian’er took advantage of his mute husband! This is ridiculous! My Qian’er is young, promising, and handsome. Is it necessary for him to covet a mute?”

The lady chattered incessantly, while the onlookers around them savored it with relish.

“Doesn’t know his place. I knew from the start that this mute wasn’t an honest person; otherwise, he wouldn’t have waited until he was past twenty-five before he managed to get married.”

“A turtle matched with a mung bean, this Eldest Young Master Mo is no good either! Look at how he beat his younger brother till his face turned bruised and blue. Such cruelty!”

“Maybe that mute was the one who seduced Eldest Young Master Mo. Just look at his foxy manner, he’s already like this without being able to speak. If he could, wouldn’t he be spouting nonsense everywhere?”

……

The constant discussion made Mo Songyan feel more and more dizzy. In a daze, he felt something flowing from his head. He reached out and touched it—blood!

He once again looked at Second Young Master Mo, who was covered in bruises and stood behind Madam Mo with a face full of grievance, trying to persuade her to calm down. “Mother, it’s fine. I deserved the beating. It’s alright for Big Brother to vent his anger. Don’t scold them anymore…”

Mo Songyan: Wow! This tea talk¹In internet terms, it refers to words that are bitchy, hidden, and like to pretend to be innocent. is really popular!

He glanced at the mute who was protected behind him with a look of grievance and unwillingness, while also frowning with a red face, and his narrow phoenix-like eyes were filled with tears, but they didn’t flow down. His lips were slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t make a sound, and his whole body was trembling slightly…

He sighed in his heart: No wonder he was being bullied like this. Who doesn’t appreciate this appearance?

He, who claimed to be as*xual, was also stunned when he saw him, let alone the lewd Second Young Master Mo, whose eyes were filled with lewd.

On the other side, his stepmother, still insisting she had raised him with great difficulty, kept nagging, while those around them whispered among themselves. On this side, Mo Songyan patted Xiao Changyu’s shoulder to comfort him, but he was also confused in his heart—

Where is this? Who are these people? Why was he here? Is he dreaming? But that’s not right ah!

He clearly remembered that he was walking happily on the roadside, rushing to deliver breakfast to his master, when a car hit him head-on. At that moment, he felt his soul soar into the sky, hovering as he watched his body arc gracefully before crashing to the ground with a “bang,” blood spraying everywhere…

After that, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already standing here. When he was dizzy, the woman in front of him pointed at his nose and scolded him. As soon as he regained consciousness, he was ridiculed by the people around him…

He is clear-headed now, but his mind is even more confused: the feeling of being hit doesn’t seem like a dream, but that would be even more strange. How could he be standing here fine after he was already in such a desperate situation? Is he dead or not? Why are these people all wearing ancient costumes? Could this be the underworld? But he didn’t do anything wrong in his previous life ah…

However, the current situation did not give him time to think about the ins and outs of the situation, because a group of servants, under the guidance of Madam Mo, began to carry things and smash them. Madam Mo cried on the side as she said, “You guys should move out of the mansion today! Now that you are married, it is time for you to start your own family. It is my fault that I did not do well and made you feel resentful towards me. In this case, it is better to separate the family. From now on, you and your husband can live your life and stop torturing us, mother and son…”

Who is this person?! He grew up with his elder sister, so where did this tea-talk stepmother come from?

Just as Mo Songyan was about to open his mouth to ask questions, he was hit by a severe headache. He felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body, and the pain made him squat down with his head in his hands. The people around him were all surprised to see him like this—

“Hey, is the Eldest Young Master Mo trying to play the victim?”

“It’s too late to play the victim now. What were you doing before?”

“But where did the blood on his head come from?”

This question alerted Second Young Master Mo, who was standing on the steps, and he immediately said pitifully, “Big Brother, it’s all my fault. If I had let you beat me up, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt…”

The onlookers sighed again, lamenting the hardships of the Second Young Master Mo while denouncing the Eldest Young Master Mo’s arrogance.

Mo Songyan had no time to pay attention to them. At this moment, a large number of memories suddenly flashed through his mind—it was memories that did not belong to him.

The person in his memory has the same name and surname and looks exactly like him. His mother died early, and his father remarried when he was still a teenager. From then on, he was bullied by his stepmother just like Snow White, while his father turned a blind eye to it.

His tortuous upbringing has led to a very violent personality. He wanted to break free from the control of his stepmother but was always led by the nose. In the end, he was arranged by his stepmother to marry a mute husband. The two of them, who had just gotten married and had no emotional foundation, were still in a period of adjustment when his younger brother locked up his mute husband…

The memory did not mention what the man saw after he rushed into the room but jumped directly to the owner of this memory, becoming furious, waving his fists, and rushing over to hit Second Young Master Mo in the face. Then, upon hearing the news, the servants rushed over and, following the Second Young Master Mo’s lead, beat the owner of the memory until his head was crushed and blood flowed…

The memory came to an end at this point, followed by Mo Songyan’s own personal experience. He rubbed his head, recalling the mysterious and inexplicable familiar plot, and finally realized a fact that he had never been able to confirm, which was—

He, Mo Songyan, a popular Xiangsheng performer in the 21st century, has traveled through…

Mo Songyan opened his eyes wide, but his pupils were shrinking: Is there really such a thing as time travel in this world?!

But other people’s journeys through time and space were all accompanied by systems and golden fingers, so why is it that when it comes to him, he starts off with a bloody head and being scolded?

Did God think that his death wasn’t tragic enough?

He looked at the person next to him, who was still trembling, and decided to put his emotions aside for the time being. The most urgent thing was to teach this extremely bad mother and son a lesson.

Distorting facts? Making up stories?

Only evil can defeat evil.

He curled up on the ground, wiping his tears while crying, “Mother, it’s all my fault. I misunderstood Little Brother. Little Brother is handsome, and Mother is an elegant and charming person. Little Brother, he… Little Brother, he…”

He paused for a long time, long enough to attract the attention of the people around him, and then he cried out loudly, “The one Little Brother longs for is you, Mother! I have seen it more than once… I’ve seen Little Brother lingering outside your room while Father was out running the teahouse… outside your room, he even… he even peeked at you while you’re bathing…”

“It’s all my fault that I didn’t stop Little Brother in time, which led to the current situation. I will now take my husband and separate to live on our own, so as not to cause any trouble to Mother and Little Brother. I hope Little Brother and Mother are happy and healthy…”

During the conversation, he got up and quickly pulled Xiao Changyu, who was still immersed in shock, away, leaving behind the shocked and speechless crowd and the astonished mother and son standing on the steps.

Madam Mo seemed to be in a trance. After a long while, she turned her head to look at her son and said in confusion, “He… you… you…”

Mo Songqian was so angry by this sudden rumor that he lost his sanity and cursed loudly, “Bah! He is talking nonsense! I’m not even blind!”

After saying this, he suddenly covered his mouth, but everyone including his own mother had already heard it.

The onlookers nearby sneered and pointed at the mother and son, having long forgotten about Mo Songyan’s farce.

“He said that he’s not even blind, does that mean…?”

“It’s immoral! It’s immoral ah!”

“I heard that this lady was pregnant before she even got married. Do you think this Second Young Master Mo is…?”

“It’s terrifying when you think about it! It’s terrifying when you think about it ah!”

The discussion continued, Madam Mo was so angry that her matchmaker mole changed color. She glared as well as dragging Mo Songqian towards the doors. “I think that ungrateful bastard has damaged your brain, you can even say such nonsense!”

When the crowd saw that the show was over, they left one after another, the farce finally came to an end.

In the courtyard of the Mo Mansion, Mo Songqian coquettishly begged for mercy from his mother, “Mother, it was Mo Songyan who made me so angry that I got confused. I am your son, and Mother is this knowledgeable, reasonable, gentle, and kind. How could you raise me into such a filthy person? He puts the blame on us!”

“Alright, you are the flesh that fell from my body, don’t I know you?” Madam Mo held her hair with her hands, glanced at the person who was leaning against her and acting coquettishly, feeling relieved, and said, “Finally, I threw that annoying thing out. From now on, this Mo Mansion will be yours. Wait for Mother to find you a good marriage, and then you can naturally take over the Mo family’s business from your father…”

“I’ve finally made it!” She looked up at the blue sky, “It’s worth the humiliation I endured for nearly twenty years…”

While the mother and son were looking up to the sky and celebrating, Mo Songyan and Xiao Changyu were wandering the streets.

There were people coming and going on the street, while the two of them were walking side by side. It did not seem out of place if they ignored the blood all over Mo Songyan’s head.

He originally wanted to find a pond or a small river to wash the blood off his head first, but as a newcomer, he was not sure where the nearby pond or river was. So after asking Xiao Changyu, the two of them came to the street to stroll around…

Mo Songyan ignored the surprised or sarcastic looks from passersby along the way. He focused on doing what he liked and was best at—talking.

He has a problem, or maybe it’s obsessive-compulsive disorder, he can’t stand seeing people around him unhappy.

So he tried all kinds of ways to tease Xiao Changyu, but this time he hit a nail.

No matter how he started the conversation, the other party always looked uninterested. He knows that Xiao Changyu can’t talk, but his hearing should be fine. If something interesting happens, just a smile or nod will do!

However, after hearing what he said, Xiao Changyu mostly just shook his head.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

He shook his head.

This was a normal reaction, but as Mo Songyan’s questions grew more frequent, Xiao Changyu’s head-shaking seemed almost automatic. The moment Mo Songyan spoke, his head began to sway, even as he frowned…

“You don’t have to be afraid, since we’re already married, even if we can’t be true husbands, we can still be brothers. I won’t allow my brothers to be bullied. The best way to eliminate a rumor is to create a new one. How is it, Gege? I’m clever, right?”

Xiao Changyu shook his head and frowned at the person who was very pleased with himself.

Mo Songyan: …Continue!

“When can we find the river? Are you tired? How about I carry you on my back?”

The other party shook his head again and kept a distance from Mo Songyan to show respect.

Mo Songyan: ……

“I’ll tell you a joke then, don’t think about unhappy things anymore. It is said that there was a lama holding a toad in his hand in the past…”

The other party shook his head and covered his ears.

Mo Songyan: Is it a career failure?

Difficulties exist, but the drive to overcome them is also there. Mo Songyan is not someone who gives up easily. Just when he racked his brains and tried his best to make Xiao Changyu laugh, the other party stopped him and raised his chin, indicating that they had reached their destination.

Mo Songyan looked up and saw—Baicao Hall.

Medical Hall?

He dragged Xiao Changyu away. How could he afford to go to the medical hall when he was penniless? When could he go to the hospital without spending a thousand or eight hundred yuan?

The injury on his head is minor, but what should he do if he has nothing to pay the bill after seeing the physician?

A good cook cannot cook without rice, how can a poor person go to a medical hall?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Changyu pulled him back and pointed at the hairpin on his head.

“Pay with your hairpin?”

Xiao Changyu, who had been shaking his head and frowning all the way, finally nodded this time. However, Mo Songyan on the opposite side was not happy at all.

Xiao Changyu was dressed simply, and the only valuable thing on his body was the hairpin, which looked quite old. One could imagine that it must be something he treasured, so he would wear it all the time.

Using someone else’s beloved item to treat oneself… Mo Songyan couldn’t do it, but looking at the other party’s obvious stance of standing still until he went in, he is in trouble…

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