The "Bloody Incident" Caused by Cross-Dressing

The saying goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

"But that's no reason for you to make my parents and grandparents work for you!"

Wuma Xiu grew angrier the more he thought about it, and kicked Zhangsun Yan again.

Zhangsun Yan stumbled from the kick, but scrambled to his feet again, grimacing and rubbing his leg, his face a picture of injustice.

"I told you to kick him, but you didn't. Now you're doing it! Why are you even paying for it later?!"

Wuma Xiu snorted coldly and ignored him.

Seeing that things were going well, Zhangsun Yan sat back down on the Sofa and even poured Wuma Xiu a cup of tea.

He sighed inwardly as he collapsed.

Only this person in front of him would dare to treat him like this now.

If it were anyone else, let alone kicking him a couple of times, they'd have to think twice before even taking a deep breath in front of him.

But who could blame him when the other person was his dearest brother?

Between his past and present lives, Zhangsun Yan has lived for an unknown amount of time. So long that his memories of the time when he was still "Zhangsun Yan" have become blurred.

After all, he only lived for sixteen years in his previous life, and that short life accounted for a pitifully small share of the long years that followed.

However, he never forgot Wuma Xiu.

Zhangsun Yan started as a mortal, experiencing countless Shengsheng- and-death situations and enduring unimaginable hardships before finally reaching where he is today. On the day he became a god, he sat on his Divine Throne in a daze for a long time, feeling empty inside.

That day, he received a package.

He didn't know where the package came from; it just suddenly appeared in front of him.

When Zhangsun Yan opened it, he found that it contained several game discs.

They're still the ones Wuma Xiu likes best.

Suddenly, a series of images flashed through his mind.

If we were to talk about his life, the most memorable moments weren't the thrilling and exciting ones after he time-traveled, but rather the short sixteen years of his previous life.

Sixteen years is a very short time.

But those sixteen years were precisely what he cherished most after enduring countless years to come.

Zhangsun Yan fondly remembers those days, especially Wuma Xiu, whom he can't forget.

Even Zhangsun Yan, who had long since become a god and was known for his impeccable composure, found himself unusually unsettled when the other party was mentioned.

To trace the origins of this matter, we must go back to their parents' generation, who were "in cahoots."

When he was little, Wuma Xiu was incredibly cute.

Her eyes were big and bright, and her face was as white and tender as a freshly steamed glutinous rice ball; anyone who saw her would want to pinch her cheeks.

Wuma Xiu's biological mother, however, had a peculiar taste; she particularly liked dressing him in skirts.

Yes, it's one of those little dresses covered in lace.

That's fine.

The most fatal thing was that on the day the two children first met, five-year-old Zhangsun Yan was taken to the Wuma Family by his parents. He immediately saw the little "sister" sitting on the swing, wearing a light pink dress, and smiling at him. He was instantly captivated.

He tugged at his mother's sleeve, his eyes sparkling, and said he wanted that younger sister to be his wife.

The parents of both families exchanged a knowing smile.

Zhangsun Yan's father, with a loud voice:

"Sweetie, you like little sisters, right? If you do, how about we make her your wife when you grow up?"

From that day on, everything was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, and there was no turning back.

Every night, Zhangsun Yan would hug his little pillow and run happily to Wuma Xiu's house next door to seriously squeeze into the same bed with his "future wife".

During those years, neither of the two families intervened; on the contrary, they were happy to see it happen and would take photos to commemorate the occasion.

This embarrassing history was later sealed away deep in the family's photo albums, becoming a recurring theme that the two would be brought up and subjected to "torture" every Lunar New Year as they grew up.

When I entered junior high school...

One day, Zhangsun Yan opened his biology textbook.

He stared at the pages in the textbook about gender differences for a long time, his eyes widening.

At that moment, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

They'd slept together since childhood, and the wife he'd so confidently vowed to marry was, just like him, a man?!

Zhangsun Yan was greatly shocked and avoided Wuma Xiu for a week.

After returning home, he didn't give his parents a friendly look, slamming doors, giving them the silent treatment, and refusing to eat his mother's sweet and sour pork ribs, all to express his anger at this deceitful world.

When Wuma Xiu came looking for him, he avoided seeing him, locked the door from the inside, and pretended to be dead under the covers.

But after being depressed for a whole week...

One day after school, Zhangsun Yan saw Wuma Xiu surrounded by a group of boys and girls, chatting and laughing. He was very unhappy and rushed over with a dark face, chasing them all away.

He Wuma Xiu behind him, baring his teeth at the group like a little wolf whose territory had been invaded.

He remained silent the entire way home that day.

Finally, Zhangsun Yan figured it out:

They may have lost their wives, but they can still be brothers! The best kind, and no one can interfere!

This is Zhangsun Yan's plan.

When he entered high school and reached the age of budding romance, all his buddies started secretly writing love letters and offering milk tea to girls, but he found that he had no feelings for any girls at all.

Zhangsun Yan panicked. He took a large sum of money from his New Year's money and secretly took a bus to a hospital a hundred miles away from his Li Clan to make an appointment.

The test results are in.

--My body is perfectly normal, there's nothing wrong with me.

At that moment, Zhangsun Yan sat on a plastic chair in the hospital corridor and looked at the examination report several times.

That day, the sunlight outside the window was slanting westward, casting intermittent light and shadow on half of his face.

Zhangsun Yan finally understood something he should have understood long ago.

--I'm not straight after all!

However, this incident was much less of a blow to him than the one in junior high biology class.

Zhangsun Yan simply spaced out on the bus ride back, and then he came to terms with it.

Isn't it just that the person you like happens to be the same gender as you?

It's no big deal.

Since that's the case, then so be it. After all, Wuma Xiu has been in the same family with him for so many years, so let's keep the good stuff in the family. Besides, the two families' elders even teamed up to dig a pit for him back then.

Hmph, you all got away with messing with me. This time, none of you will be holding your grandchildren.

The saying "fortune's wheel turns" certainly applies to Zhangsun Yan.

Next, he embarked on a long journey to win back his wife.

Zhangsun Yan is a rogue and domineering person. He will throw tantrums and act cute to win favor, and he will use any means necessary to get Wuma Xiu's attention. He will pester him relentlessly and without restraint.

As for face?

How much is face worth?

It's not too late to worry about saving face after he's brought the person back to his den.

During that period, Zhangsun Yan tried almost every method imaginable.

Unfortunately, things didn't go too smoothly.

The only problem lies with Wuma Xiu.

Speaking of this, what Zhangsun Yan is most angry about is his childhood self. It's all his fault for being too clingy back then, always touching, hugging, and kissing her, Shengsheng Wuma Xiu an immunity to it.

When he grew up and tried to take things further, the other person wouldn't even lift an eyelid, let alone blush.

Occasionally, when he deliberately moved closer, Wuma Xiu would look at him with a "you're doing it again" expression.

Just as he was about to go even further, he died.