The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

A bunch of alpacas floated over my head. Dude, there’s a third gender!

Although Ye Fanxing is also gay in modern times, he doesn't want to experience the legendary level 10 pain of childbirth in this ancient time with such backward medical conditions!

Ye Fanxing looked at the sky with a bitter face. He wanted to yell, Damn it, other people’s rebirths have all kinds of bufs maxed out, but for me, Ye Fanxing, I can only be considered alive!

Just when his thoughts were about to drift away, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

Ye Fanxing looked over where he felt and saw Song Haoming staring at him coldly. When he saw him looking at him, Song Nan was frightened, and he quickly buried his head in Song Haoming's arms, shaking with fear.

When Ye Fanxing saw this scene, he wanted to deny that he was not his original self, but in this society where ghosts and gods knew everything, if he said so, he might be burned to death.

Song Haoming had a handsome face. He sat upright with his thin body. He was wearing faded plain clothes. Even though his legs were drooping limply, it could not conceal his extraordinary temperament.

Then he looked at the thin little son in Song Haoming's arms. His clothes were patched, his hair was messy, his cheeks were sunken, and he had a pair of big eyes like two black grapes. At this moment, he was like a frightened little white rabbit, hiding in the arms that he thought was safe, secretly looking at him.

Seeing this, Ye Fanxing could only stand beside the father and son at a loss.

"Ye Fanxing, stay away from us."

Song Haoming's eyes were cold, but he patted Song Nan's back gently to comfort her.

Although Ye Fanxing was not the original owner, he felt aggrieved when he was yelled at like that.

Looking at the two of them, one big and one small, in front of me, I guess my future days will be filled with endless joy!

When Ye Fanxing thought of the original owner's awful family members, he suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Coupled with the fever and the intense tearing, his body seemed to have been drained of all its strength. His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

Song Haoming paused, hugged Song Nan, and looked at him with eyes full of contempt and confusion.

What drama are this guy and Xu Yingdi teaming up to perform?

Ever since getting married, he has been annoyed by the Ye family's greedy appetite. How could he be willing to treat them kindly?

Song Haoming knew very well what kind of people the Ye family was. Ye Fanxing even dared to beat Xu Yingdi, so he would probably come to his house the next day. The coldness in Song Haoming's eyes became even stronger.

Want him and Ye Fanxing to divorce?

He couldn't ask for it.

Song Haoming didn't want to see the disgusting face of the old Ye family, he would rather take care of his own child himself.

During the three years of marriage, he endured a lot for the sake of his sons, but unexpectedly, he only raised their hearts.

I secretly made up my mind to wait for Uncle Li Zheng to come at noon, and then I would immediately write the divorce letter to fulfill their wishes.

When Ye Fanxing woke up again, the sky had been dyed red by the setting sun. The wild dogs in the village were barking non-stop, causing many people to curse. Smoke was rising from every household. If his situation was not so embarrassing at the moment, he would have taken a good look at the rural scenery.

Daliu Village is located at the foot of the mountain. As the sun sets, the temperature drops sharply. When Ye Fanxing struggled to get up from the ground and raised his head, he met Song Haoming's cold gaze, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"woke up?"

He picked up a divorce letter at hand and said coldly:

"I'll read the divorce agreement to you. No problem. Just put your fingerprint on it. Tomorrow I'll ask the village head to record it at the government office. From now on, we'll part ways."

Thinking of the marriage contract lying quietly in the cabinet, Song Haoming felt it was extremely ironic. Most people in the village would hold a simple banquet, comfort their ancestors, and then enter the bridal chamber to complete the ceremony.

Only the Ye family was afraid that he would not acknowledge the matter, so they forced him and Ye Fanxing to go to the county government office to get a marriage contract. At that time, he took into consideration that Ye Fanxing was pregnant before marriage, and also to prevent the women in the village from gossiping, so he agreed to the Ye family's wishes.

Now it has become a troublesome thing for them to divorce.

Song Haoming raised the divorce letter in his hand. Seeing that he did not respond, he frowned even more tightly, a little impatient: "Ye Fanxing, didn't you hear what I said?"

Ye Fanxing raised her head and looked at the thin paper in the man's hand, and her thoughts drifted away again.

"Ye Fanxing!" Song Haoming raised his voice slightly, his clear voice carrying a rare sharpness.

"Ye Fanxing!" Song Haoming's voice rose slightly, and it was crisp but also sharp.

"No...I won't divorce."

Ye Fanxing came back to his senses, shook his head like a rattle and responded loudly.

"I, Ye Fanxing, swear to heaven that from now on, the Ye family will have nothing to do with me."

"Swear? Haven't you sworn enough?" Song Haoming sneered at the man who raised three fingers.

Ye Fanxing felt a little uneasy when he stared at her like that.

I could only lower my head and pretend to sob quietly.

I could see tears hanging on his long eyelashes. The orange-red sunlight shone on his face, hiding his features. However, his straight posture was like an unbroken green bamboo. The difference between the before and after made people feel very contradictory.

Song Haoming's face turned cold, his brows furrowed even deeper, and the doubt and inquiry in his eyes became stronger.

He really couldn't understand what Ye Fanxing was doing.

But Ye Fanxing is completely different from before.

"You are the one who wants a divorce, and you are also the one who doesn't want a divorce. Ye Fanxing, what are you thinking?"

"I……"

Song Haoming rubbed his temple and waved his hands impatiently, "Okay, no matter what you think, what I have to do now is to divorce you.

After Song Haoming looked around the house, he smiled sarcastically: "As long as you agree to divorce, I will give you everything in the house. I only want Xiaonan."

"I won't divorce." Ye Fanxing said in a firm voice.

Reborn as Ye Fanxing, in addition to possessing some of the original owner's memories, the only person he can trust is the male protagonist Song Haoming. He wants to curry favor with the hero rather than divorce, and he doesn't want to go back to the original owner's family, who is said to be so ruthless.

"I will never divorce."

Ye Fanxing spoke with gritted teeth, clenching his hands into fists, his nails piercing into his palms, leaving a shallow mark on them.

He doesn't want to be as stupid as the original owner in the book and go back to wait to be sold?

There are only one adult and one child in this family. The older one's legs and feet are not working well yet. As long as he breaks off the relationship with that blood-sucking mother's family, he will have the final say in everything in this family. Isn't it good to be the head of the family?

Now that we are here, we should make the best of it. Even if we want to divorce, it must not be now. At least the other party should cure this cripple first.

Ye Fanxing lowered his head, but the determination in his eyes was like the stars in the night sky.

The setting sun was like blood, shining on the two people, one sitting and one standing. Their shadows were elongated, as if they were in a silent contest.

The creaking sound of the door opening broke the silent struggle.

Song Nan rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the two fathers who were like fighting cocks. He was afraid that the little father would bully the father again, so he called out in a soft and anxious voice, "Little father!"