The Son-in-law Was Knocked Out by a Great Goose

Song Ankang was awakened by waves of fragrance. The scent was fresh with a touch of sweetness, wafting around his nose and mouth, exceptionally soothing to the heart and soul.

Just as Song Ankang thought he was hallucinating before death, he heard a lovely voice by his ear.

"Son-in-law, are you awake?"

Song Ankang opened his eyes in surprise. He did not even seem to have a girlfriend yet, so how had he become a son-in-law? Besides, that form of address felt rather strange.

A young girl in a pale blue long dress came into view. Her hair was styled in twin buns tied with blue ribbons, while her black hair was soft, glossy, and smooth as it fell obediently over her shoulders.

Her lively eyes rolled as she watched him. Beneath her small, delicate nose, her cherry-red lips were lightly pursed. Her childlike face and refined features made her look utterly endearing.

Though he had never met this girl before, a name inexplicably surfaced in Song Ankang's mind.

Qiushi, nickname Guoguo.

Seeing her son-in-law stare at her in a daze, Qiushi could not help blushing. But when she remembered her own status, she was no longer quite so shy.

"Has Son-in-law not come back to his senses yet? That Brocade-feathered Goose that knocked you out has already been stewed into soup. Look, it's right here. You do not need to be afraid of it anymore."

Only then did Song Ankang notice the bowl of soup in Qiushi's hands. Steam still rose from it as she held it out before him. "Can Son-in-law drink it himself? If not, I'll feed you."

As he looked at the delicate little face so close at hand, an image surfaced in Song Ankang's mind: he was being chased by a Brocade-Feathered Great Goose, and the one being chased seemed to be himself.

Though he had run for his life, the Brocade-Feathered Great Goose had still caught up to him and viciously smacked him to the ground with its wing. With his body already weak, he had passed out on the spot.

But was he really that pathetic? He had once been a strong young man who had driven off two street punks by himself. How could he have been knocked unconscious by a goose?

Still, that goose had been quite large—nearly two meters tall.

At the thought, Song Ankang's face reddened. Just as he was about to offer some excuse, it was as though he had been struck over the head with a club, and he fell into another daze.

He... hadn't he died? How was he still alive? And who had been the one chased by that Brocade-Feathered Great Goose?

Song Ankang had been one of Earth's Descendants of Yan and Huang. Nearing thirty, he had achieved nothing. He did not even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife and children.

With no car and no home, after his divorced parents had each started new families, he had been like an orphan, unable to fit into either household. He could only drift through the rolling red dust, muddling through his days.

He had thought he would live out his life in peace like that. If luck favored him, perhaps he might even marry a wife someday. Yet while walking down the road, he had encountered a child who had wandered into the motor lane and was about to be hit by a speeding white car.

Song Ankang did not know what had gone through his mind at the time. In a hotheaded rush, he had charged out. Though he saved the child, he himself was flung several meters away by the impact and blacked out immediately.

Although he was treated for several months, Song Ankang's life could not be saved. Having already come to terms with it, he even comforted the child's family, telling them not to feel too guilty, and refused to let them sell their home to pay for his treatment.

Because Song Ankang knew that even if they sold their home, he could not be saved. Why make the child's family lose everything over this? They were not well-off either. The fact that they were willing to go that far for him was already enough.

Before he died, his divorced parents both came to see him, inevitably filled with regret and self-reproach. The female driver who had hit him also cared for him with her family for a long time, even encouraging him by saying that if he recovered, she would introduce her ravishing younger sister to him as a girlfriend.

He received a medal for righteous bravery, and all the major media outlets reported on him. It was a strange feeling that the always ordinary Song Ankang had never experienced before, though it was not one he had wanted to experience.

Fortunately, his act of righteousness had not been in vain. The family of the child he had saved knew gratitude and repaid kindness, while the family of the female driver who hit him, though they bore little responsibility, still brought him much warmth.

His parents, who had not reunited for over twenty years, also stayed by his side because of this matter. No absurd mess occurred, so Song Ankang passed away peacefully. He had thought he would depart for the Yellow Springs then and there, never expecting to awaken again.

This probably was not rebirth. He had transmigrated!

More memories welled up in his mind, confirming the answer for Song Ankang. At the same time, he learned who the child-faced, generously endowed girl before him was.

She was his Concubine Maid!

She was so beautiful that, on Earth, she would have scored at least a ninety-nine out of a hundred. Yet she was actually his Concubine Maid. Song Ankang was a little dumbfounded.

"Son-in-law, stop looking and hurry up with the medicinal cuisine. It'll get cold if you delay any longer."

Although she knew she was Song Ankang's Concubine Maid, being stared at for so long by her incomparably handsome son-in-law for the first time still made Qiushi a little embarrassed. She could not help parting her cherry-red lips, a flush rippling across her fair, tender little face.

"Oh, oh..."

Only then did Song Ankang come back to himself. He braced himself to sit up. He could not possibly let such a young girl feed him, could he? But halfway up, his entire body went limp, and he fell back onto the bed, terribly weak.

"Careful, Son-in-law. I'll help you sit properly. Don't move around."

Seeing how weak Song Ankang was, Qiushi hurriedly set down the medicinal cuisine and half-embraced him as she helped him sit up.

Her jade-like arms were soft, and the fresh, sweet scent wafting from her body made Song Ankang's heart stir as well.

As his gaze flickered, he saw the girl's fair, delicate ears and her tiny collarbones. She truly was flawless.

"Son-in-law, just sit still. I'll feed you."

Once Song Ankang was seated, Qiushi picked up the medicinal cuisine, scooped up a spoonful, and blew on it by his lips. Waves of fragrance drifted out, settling on the tip of Song Ankang's nose.

Song Ankang's face reddened. "No need. I still have the strength for this much. Just give it to me, and I'll do it myself."

"All right."

Seeing that Song Ankang truly still had enough strength to hold the medicinal cuisine, Qiushi handed it to him with some regret. She sat beside him with her bright eyes wide open, staring at him without blinking.

Song Ankang felt somewhat guilty beneath her gaze. He did not know whether she could see through anything. She probably could not, right?

He drank the medicinal cuisine somewhat awkwardly, barely knowing what it tasted like. He only felt strength quickly returning to his body after it entered his stomach, leaving him far better off than before when he had been so weak.

It was just that the girl constantly watching him from the side left him at a loss. Back on Earth, he had never received such treatment. A girl as beautiful as Qiushi could have effortlessly become a star on Earth, becoming wildly popular on looks alone. Yet she had somehow become his Concubine Maid.

Moreover, Qiushi had a pleasant voice and an especially fine figure. In another two years, she would definitely become a bewitching beauty capable of toppling a kingdom and a city—or rather, she was already one now.

At last, he finished that awkward yet pleasant lunch. Qiushi left with the empty bowl, smiling sweetly. Before she went, she did not forget to tell Song Ankang to rest well and call for her whenever he needed anything.

For some reason, when Qiushi said he could call for her whenever he needed anything, Song Ankang inexplicably thought of the four words "Concubine Maid." If he asked her to fulfill that kind of duty, would she agree?

At the thought, Song Ankang's heart stirred. But he immediately cast aside those thoughts, and instead a strange matter surfaced in his mind, leaving him too restless to sit or lie still.