I’m Ye Huaixian, and I’m in a total panic.

Old operas always sang: *“Even heroes fall for beauty’s trap; a beauty’s kindness is hardest to bear.”* Turns out—it’s all true!

If this had happened before, I might’ve been overjoyed. Back then, I was still tangled in base desires.

But now? Different. I have Xiao Xian. I have my senior… Wait—*will* have my senior. I’m certain of it.

Which makes me, effectively, a man with a family.

A family man who caves to another woman’s charm? That’s cheating! And yeah, you’d get tossed in a pig cage! …Wait, did I mix up the folklore? Whatever. I’ve sworn to pursue Senior Jiang Yueyan with all my heart. With her walking beside me through life, how could I possibly buckle under some roadside beauty’s allure?

So right now—I’ve got words I *shouldn’t* say.

—You’re wonderful, but we’re not meant to be. No future here.

—I already have a daughter, Xiao Xian. Are you saying *we’d* have one too?

—Senior Jiang Yueyan is my future wife. Are *you* claiming that title too?

…Yeah, no way I’d actually say that.

I’d be labeled a creep. Or a total delusional weirdo.

Unbeknownst to Ye Huaixian, Lin Muke was drowning in her own storm of emotions—frustration, dejection, hesitation.

She was a girl with thin skin.

How could she possibly tell him: *“We’ll marry… have a child… a sweet little girl named Ye Yuyin…”*?

Wouldn’t that imply… *everything*… had already happened?

Lin Muke was pure-hearted—barely knew what “H-content” or “doujinshi” meant. But she wasn’t a child. In ancient times, girls her age might’ve borne multiple children. She understood *a little*.

Just the thought of marriage, children…

*Blush!*

And utterly surreal!

Ye Huaixian would never believe it. A future wife? A daughter time-traveling from tomorrow? Even *she* felt like she was dreaming.

Yet this dream held one truth: Ye Huaixian was genuinely reliable. After this morning’s bus incident, Lin Muke couldn’t deny it—her resolve had softened. She’d even set aside her shyness to approach him.

But he *hid*!

…Hid!

…Id!

…D!

…!

Lin Muke’s heart ached. Her *first* time reaching out to a boy… and he *dodged* her?!

She wasn’t the pushy type. If it were Gu Qianqian? She’d have yanked Ye Huaixian’s collar, eyes sharp: *“What’s your deal, little bro?”*

But Lin Muke? She’d swallow every hurt in silence.

Her quiet strength painted the image of a woman who, even heartbroken, would still cook warm meals, tend to his needs, smile gently—all hoping love might return.

Which was exactly why Ye Yuyin had said:

—“Mama’s too soft! I got scared someone would steal Dad… so I came to help her!”