NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 20 - Out on the Town
Transmigration sounds mystical, cloaked in a fantastical allure.
After all, teenagers in their restless years often daydream about a world turned upside down, where they’re the hero—fantasies sparked by all sorts of trivial things.
Mostly, it’s just idle thoughts after a full stomach. Su Yu had pondered it plenty himself, usually over a good meal.
But fantasies were just that. He’d never imagined it’d happen to him.
Yet…
Opening his eyes, he saw gauzy curtains, an intricately embroidered screen, antique furniture, and a girl dressed in a way that felt… well, familiar.
Yes, familiar—not some timeline reset or another transmigration, but Su Yu simply waking up early for once.
“Young Master, it’s getting late! Are you ready to get up and dress? Little Qing will wait outside.”
With that, the young woman named Little Qing skipped out cheerfully.
A calm, quiet routine—an unchanging life.
By transmigrator rules, he should’ve landed as a world-shaking “hero”, “emperor” , or “savior” , destined for grand deeds.
But…
“Whatever~ Why bother with that when I can think about breakfast instead?”
Su Yu rubbed his eyes, yawned, and wiped drool from his mouth. Black hair flopped over one cheek.
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his jade-like skin—glistening, flawless. His features were stunning; one glance could stop a passerby’s breath, making them forget their own existence.
He stretched out a snowy foot, climbing out of bed and stepping onto the wooden floor.
As a transmigrator, he was a failure—unambitious, craving only a peaceful life. If not for his curiosity about cultivation and a half-functional system, he might lack any drive at all.
Truth be told, he was perfectly content with his current setup.
Clothes handed to him, food served up, tended by pretty girls—what could beat that?
Conquer the world? Give him a break!
Tiring and dull—he was just an ordinary guy. He’d collapse before achieving anything!
Life had its ups and downs, sure, but it could also be a lazy sprawl.
Better to focus on something practical.
“Three days left…”
Su Yu’s eyes clouded with worry. Leaning on the windowsill, hands propping his face, he stared blankly at the blue sky.
Past life, this life…
Two lifetimes, and still his first marriage. As an ordinary guy, a bit of pre-wedding jitters was normal, right? Especially being taken as a husband by a woman—that made him even more uneasy.
What was she like? Good temper? Nice personality? Would she… you know, do stuff to him after the wedding?
Thoughts sprouted like bamboo after rain, swelling his head with annoyance.
So, to stop fretting, Su Yu made a decision.
…
“Candy hawthorn, tasty candy hawthorn!”
The bustling market hummed with vendors in coarse cloth hawking their wares, people weaving through the lively crowd.
“What’s up with the city today? It’s way busier than usual.”
Wearing a fox mask and a snowy white brocade robe, Su Yu asked curiously.
“Young Master, it’s because of you.” Little Qing trailed close behind, chest heaving, her small face pale.
Not from exhaustion—pure panic.
She didn’t know what’d gotten into him lately. He’d been acting odd, and today he’d suddenly insisted on leaving the mansion.
Fine, a little outing was one thing—he’d gone out before. But those were scenic strolls or poetic boat rides, not chaotic markets teeming with all sorts of riffraff. If someone took advantage of her Young Master, it’d be no laughing matter.
Little Qing vowed to stick by his side, not straying an inch, eyeing every passerby with suspicion.
It was grueling. Soon, sweat beaded on her cheeks, her body nearly giving out.
Su Yu, meanwhile, brimmed with curiosity. No skyscrapers or neon lights like his past life—just crisp, fresh air.
Glancing around, he asked, “Because of me? What’s that mean?”
Little Qing panted, “It’s all for your wedding, Young Master. The family head wants it grand and lively, to save your face. Otherwise, at your Lady Wife’s house, who knows how they’d look down on you!”
Su Yu’s steps faltered, his good mood wilting.
Lady Wife…
The head of the household, naturally. In this world, women worked outside, men stayed in—hence “Lady Wife.”
Good thing there was no one-wife-many-husbands rule, or he’d have fought tooth and nail against this marriage.
“Hmph, I’m done shopping. Take me to that place you mentioned—hurry up.”
Little Qing’s explanation soured his mood.
She led the way, and soon they reached a tavern.
“This is it?”
A fancy establishment—their destination.
Little Qing guided him to a window seat on the second floor. Soon, the staff brought delicate dishes.
Su Yu reached for his chopsticks, then froze. How was he supposed to eat with a mask on?!
He considered removing it, but he knew his charm all too well.
Once, on a spring outing with Little Qing, his whereabouts had leaked. Half the city’s women had swarmed to catch a glimpse, sparking a riot. His sister had to rescue him.
To avoid another uproar—and for his safety—he’d worn the mask this time. Past lessons learned.
“Forget it, I won’t eat.”
He set the chopsticks down, gazing at the distant streets. “When’s she coming?”
This outing wasn’t for fun—he had a goal.
What was it?
Well, to be precise, he wanted to scope out his future Wife.