Chapter 3: Has My Wife Returned After Finishing the Show?

This defies all logic! It’s completely unbelievable!

Yu Zhile simply couldn’t understand it. His wife, who had graduated from the Broadcasting Department, was a fairly popular pop star. Yet he himself, a graduate of the Music Department and known in college as a “musical prodigy,” didn’t even have a single encyclopedia entry online. Why?

Could it be…?

Yu Zhile’s brow furrowed suddenly.

Could it be that he hadn’t traveled five years into his own future, but—like those novels—had awakened in a parallel world, in the body of someone who looked exactly like him?

Maybe his identity here wasn’t even called Yu Zhile!

But then, why was Qin Haiyu still named Qin Haiyu?

Confused, he searched for “Qin Haiyu’s husband,” and immediately, the web page filled with related search results. Clearly, many people had been curious about who Qin Haiyu’s husband was—otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many hits.

“Yu Zhile! That’s right! The name and photos in this tabloid article match perfectly! So then, why don’t I have a single encyclopedia entry?”

Now that he had confirmed the name was correct, Yu Zhile was even more puzzled. Even if he wasn’t a celebrity, just being Qin Haiyu’s husband should warrant at least a brief online biography, shouldn’t it?

Unless it was for his personal privacy? Was that why so little information about him existed online?

Or maybe he really was a celebrity, but had debuted under a stage name?

That seemed plausible!

Yu Zhile turned back to Qin Haiyu’s online biography and read more closely.

Name: Qin Haiyu

Occupation: Singer

Nationality, place of birth, ethnicity, zodiac sign, blood type, height, weight, alma mater—none of these details seemed out of place.

He continued reading.

He was unfamiliar with all of the representative musical works listed under her name, but that didn’t strike him as odd. After all, this world was entirely unfamiliar to him.

Finally, he reached the section on personal relationships.

Husband: Yu Zhile.

Daughter: Little Fish.

At this, Yu Zhile couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Was this a joke? “Little Fish”? Why not just “SpongeBob”?

He continued reading. The biography described Qin Haiyu’s early life, personal achievements, and so on…

The more Yu Zhile read, the more he felt something was amiss.

August 27, 2021: Winner of Season 7 of “China’s Good Songs”?

October 19, 2022: Runner-up on Season 6 of “I Am a Star”?

May 20, 2023: Hosted her first solo concert, “Little Fish.” After the concert, she publicly announced her relationship and claimed to be married.

2024: Withdrew from the music scene due to pregnancy.

September 20, 2025: Returned low-key to the industry after a year and a half, participating as a challenger singer in Season 9 of “I Am a Star”…

At this point, Yu Zhile could no longer keep calm.

He was beginning to realize that this was not the world he knew.

In shock, he searched for “The Voice of China”—there was no such show online.

He searched for “I Am a Singer”—nothing.

He searched for “King of Masked Singers,” “Masked Singer,” “Day Day Up”—none of them existed.

So, he hadn’t traveled five years forward into his own life, but had crossed into a parallel universe as another version of himself?

“I…”

Yu Zhile looked down at the little one in his arms, frowning. “So what does this make me?”

He seemed to finally understand just what kind of transmigration he was experiencing.

But he simply couldn’t comprehend why this world would have someone who looked identical to him. Even the woman he loved was exactly the same, down to her name!

Even the friends’ names in his messaging app and university group chat were all so familiar!

It was simply too unbelievable…

Yu Zhile was overwhelmed by the strangeness of this world and his current predicament.

Drawing upon his years of reading web novels, he deduced that he must have died suddenly after staying up late writing songs, and had then transmigrated into the body of his parallel self—who had died suddenly from staying up late caring for a child!

A parallel world…

And not just that, but a parallel world five years in the future!

Yu Zhile suddenly recalled a line: The vastness of the universe, the insignificance of humanity.

As insignificant as he was, he couldn’t possibly understand how parallel worlds worked.

Of all the parallel universe theories he’d read in novels, the metaphor of a mirror seemed most apt: the world in front of the mirror was one universe, the reflection inside the mirror another, appearing identical but subtly diverged.

“My head hurts…”

Yu Zhile put down his phone and rubbed his temples. He really did have a headache now. There was too much information, too much confusion, and it felt as if his brain cells might all die off.

Especially since, in this new life, he was already married and even had a daughter!

That made things complicated.

Although his wife was Qin Haiyu—the woman he’d secretly loved and longed to pursue—this was the Qin Haiyu of a parallel world.

To put it bluntly, he had transmigrated and taken over his own life in a parallel universe.

Yu Zhile couldn’t help but feel troubled.

Had he cuckolded his parallel self? Or had his parallel self cuckolded him?

He thought this question would make a great debate topic for “Strange Talk,” and the discussion would certainly be explosive!

“Sigh…”

Yu Zhile let out a long sigh, glancing down at the little one in his arms. She was sucking her pacifier, gazing up at him with wide, curious eyes. Her long lashes were still damp, clumped together from recent tears.

“Mmm… na-na…”

At six or seven months old, it was impossible to guess what went on in her head.

But as her tiny hand suddenly reached out to touch his cheek, Yu Zhile felt all his troubles melt away at her touch.

That soft little hand, reaching out and grabbing his face, sent a jolt through him—almost like an electric shock.

“Na… na… ba-ji…”

The baby seemed to be trying to say something, her little sounds muffled by the pacifier, but the sweetness of her voice instantly melted Yu Zhile’s heart.

Without thinking, he suddenly called out to her, “Daddy!”

Then expectantly, “Say Daddy!”

Yu Zhile didn’t want to think about it anymore. Whether it was the real world or a parallel one, at this moment, Qin Haiyu was his future wife, and the little girl in his arms was his precious daughter-to-be.

He extended his index finger for his little girl to grasp. Her warm, soft grip was incredibly comforting.

Sometimes she would let go, sometimes squeeze his finger tightly. That warm, gentle sensation brought Yu Zhile an unexpected sense of peace.

Perhaps this was what people meant by “a little cotton-padded jacket”—the warmth of a daughter.

He suddenly felt that having such an adorable daughter must be the reward for good deeds in his past life.

Maybe this kind of transmigration wasn’t so bad after all.

Just then, the sound of a door opening echoed through the house, followed by the hurried patter of footsteps approaching.

Yu Zhile’s heart skipped a beat—could it be that Qin Haiyu had finished recording and come home?