Chapter 1: Transmigrated to Five Years Later?

A chubby little pink foot suddenly kicked him in the face, causing Yu Zhile, who was napping, to grumble impatiently, “What are you doing!” Instinctively, he raised his hand, as if swatting at a mosquito buzzing about his ear, and without any conscious thought, landed a slap—right on his own face.

A sharp smack! The sensation was bouncy and soft…

Almost like slapping tofu?

Then, a wail erupted!

The piercing cry jolted him wide awake!

Yu Zhile sat up abruptly, utterly stunned.

Whose child is this?

And why is it on my bed?

Bed?

Wait—damn! This isn’t my bed at all!

Since when did my college dorm have such a spacious and comfortable bed?

“Waaah…”

The baby’s loud, insistent wailing made it impossible for Yu Zhile to calmly process this bizarre situation.

He sat on the bed, staring at the little one crying from the sting of his accidental slap on her tiny foot. Her mouth opened wide with every sob, revealing two newly sprouted pearly teeth below—she must be six or seven months old.

Yu Zhile racked his brain…

He remembered staying up late composing, then collapsing onto his bed to sleep.

Something hit his face, he reflexively swatted it away, then he was startled awake by this shrill crying!

So, after falling asleep, did some heartless scoundrel bring me here?

He lifted his shirt for a quick check.

Thank goodness—his kidneys were still there!

So who had brought him here? And for what purpose?

Could this be a campus kidnapping?

But he wasn’t some rich kid!

So, robbery was unlikely.

Which left only one possibility—seduction!

After all, good-looking people always ran that risk!

As this thought crossed his mind, Yu Zhile suddenly realized he wasn’t even wearing his own clothes!

He was dumbfounded.

Could it really have been for seduction?

No wonder he felt so exhausted and drained upon waking!

Yu Zhile began to suspect he was no longer “pure.” He was distraught and furious, longing for a moment of peace, but the little one on the bed kept crying incessantly, fraying his nerves to the breaking point.

He shot a fierce glance at the baby—but his anger instantly evaporated. Instead, he felt a sudden urge to pinch those adorable cheeks, or maybe scoop her up and nuzzle his face against her soft, bouncy little face.

This baby was just too cute!

An odd longing blossomed in him—to hold this child’s mother in his arms.

Wait—Yu Zhile froze again.

Could the one who “defiled” him be this child’s mother?

Damn! And this child, lying next to me… Am I being set up to take responsibility?

The more he thought about it, the more alarming it became.

He carefully took in his unfamiliar surroundings.

A sky-blue ceiling, adorned with delicate crystal chandeliers—just looking up gave the sense of gazing into a sea of stars.

Just from the exquisitely decorated ceiling alone, Yu Zhile could tell this was a wealthy person’s room.

In the corner stood a tall, wide, silver wardrobe—clearly expensive.

Even the powder-blue curtains exuded luxury and elegance.

And the bed he’d just left, with its high-end bedding, looked anything but cheap.

But no matter how wealthy and beautiful she was, Yu Zhile would never stoop so low as to surrender his dignity to pick up someone else’s mess.

His gaze drifted up from the bed to the wall above the headboard, where a large photo frame was mounted, displaying a wedding photo brimming with happiness and sweetness.

One glance, and Yu Zhile was thunderstruck.

He knew the bride and groom in the photo all too well.

He could recognize them even if they were reduced to ashes.

Because the impossibly handsome groom in the wedding photo was himself.

And the bride, looking radiant beside him, was none other than Qin Haiyu—the goddess he’d secretly pined for, written poems and songs for, and planned to pursue.

Yu Zhile was more and more bewildered.

What on earth was going on?

What was with this wedding photo?

And who was the crying baby on the bed?

Yu Zhile’s head throbbed.

He noticed a phone on the bedside table—some unfamiliar but obviously luxurious brand.

He picked it up curiously.

Iris scan unlock?

Is this some new model?

Wait—a second later, it unlocked.

What the hell!

He had only pressed the power button to try it, saw the iris scan prompt, and then—it unlocked instantly.

And then, to his further shock, the phone’s screen displayed the date: September 23.

Something was seriously wrong.

He was sure he’d fallen asleep in the early hours of May 18.

After all, he’d been racing to finish a song before May 20, so he could confess his feelings to Qin Haiyu—the girl he’d admired all semester—on that special day.

But now the phone said it was September 23?

Having read his fair share of novels, Yu Zhile suddenly wondered: Had he time-traveled?

He took a deep breath and opened the calendar app to check the year.

2025.

“Holy—!”

Yu Zhile’s face was a mask of shock.

Had he woken up five years in the future?

His hand trembled as he held the phone.

He switched to the front camera, took a look—and pinched his cheek, feeling the unmistakable pain of reality.

“So… this is me, five years later?”

Staring at the reflection—a more mature version of himself, with stubble adding a trace of ruggedness—he swallowed nervously.

“So I woke up in my own body, five years into the future? And I’m already married to Qin Haiyu?”

Looking at the blissful wedding photo on the wall, Yu Zhile ought to have been overjoyed.

He’d dreamed of marrying Qin Haiyu.

The first time he saw her, he’d even thought up names for their future children.

But now, discovering that five years on, he and Qin Haiyu were married, he felt a flicker of relief and secret delight—yet mostly, he felt lost and bewildered.

He had no memories at all of falling in love with her.

He didn’t even know how he’d won her heart, let alone how they’d ended up married.

“I need some time to think…”

Yu Zhile’s head was spinning. The plot was just too tangled for him to sort out, and he was struggling to accept it.

“I’ve never even been in a real relationship—how do I suddenly have a wife?”

The baby’s persistent wailing only made his thoughts more chaotic.

But then a realization struck him. He turned quickly to the baby, whose cries were so endearing despite their volume.

Could this be the child that he and Qin Haiyu had together, five years later?

He swallowed again.

I’m not ready to be a father! How did I suddenly become a dad?

He approached nervously, bent down, and with trembling, inexperienced hands, checked the baby’s diaper.

His breath caught.

A daughter?