Bunny Husband Chapter 1

A manly-girl appears!

 Run, boy, run!:

In order to save his chastity, Haocheng took advantage of the lively commotion outside during the auction; he smashed a vase over his old guard, stole his clothes and snuck through the crowd and quickly escaped the Hall.

But he needed to explain how he got trapped in this horrid place!

The reason was simple - a plane crash. Haha! Was that dog-blood enough?! (Zuben: I know dog-blood means melodrama, keep it moving)

He had won a grand prize of a flight to Paris; he had taken his older sister and her best friend with him.

As the plane fell to its demise, his sister strangled his neck cursing him!

Please! Was it his fault the plane crashed? Did he will the plane to crash? Did he not cherish his own life?!

However, he did not those words. It was useless to say anymore. Haocheng faced death open-mindedly. He died.

Who would have guessed that he did not die, but woke up in this strange place in the body of a weak chicken? Even though he was an open-minded person, for a moment, he was stunned silly.

Especially, when there was an old hen next to him.

The old hen’s face had make up so thick it looked like wall plaster. The old hen had a hand on her waist barking at him, saying he should not even think of killing himself, with the silver she had spent on him, even if he went before the King, she will drag him back.

Haocheng could not understand what she was saying, he just watched her mouth wondering; with such thick powder, wasn’t she afraid of it cracking and pouring off her face?

Later from a little servant boy, he found out what was going on.

The owner of the body was named Hao Yue, at the age of ten; he had been sold to the hall. Now he was eighteen. The Aunt, that is, the old hem, thought Hao Yue uncharacteristically handsome. He would be a cash cow in the future. She spent a lot of money training him in calligraphy, chess and painting. When he was fourteen, she began to let him take on customers. In a short month, Hao Yue became the most popular courtesan in the Hall. Many rich men wanted to him to attend to them, many more wanted to buy his first night.

The savvy old hen decided to auction his first time when he turned eighteen.

Hao Yue could not accept this reality, he fruitlessly resisted, and then finally, he hung himself and died, at that point Jiang Haocheng was put inside him.

But, what the hell was this? Many others transmigrated into emperors, heroes - why did he have to get a xiaoguan?! Moreover, a prostitute about to lose his virginity! He only won a prize, and him, his sister, and Du Miaofu, that unlucky devil, ended up dying together; was it necessary to do this to him? (Zuben: The gods must be crazy)

During the crash, his older sister had grabbed his neck and screamed, ‘Jiang Haocheng! This old woman curses you, I will not let you die-!’

Haocheng could not help but shake his head; we had been in the same boat, wasn’t the old lady’s curse taking it too far?

Making him become a weak chicken, a little shou- with a face so beautiful he was captivated by himself - could his elder sister’s curse be worthy of the Jiang ancestors?

Realising that he had transmigrated into this weakling body, he was devastated. Why wasn’t he just killed? Was it necessary to do this to him? He was just as much a victim as his old lady; did his sister need to curse him?

Damn it! Should he meet his older sister again, he would complain his blood and tears. Haocheng never considered that he might never see his sister again. With his single-celled optimistic brain, he decided that if he had transmigrated, then his sister and Miaofu must have too!

So, he wasn’t sad. He was only in shock that he was now a weakling and his small chrysanthemum was in danger.

How could he let himself be pushed down by a man, he was the one to be pushing people down! Puh! Bah! Bah! He spat. He, Jiang Haocheng, liked only women. He was not interested in men with the same thing as he had. (Zuben: What about men who didn’t or women who did?)

So now, Haocheng knew what he was facing, even if he had no idea where the hell this ghost place called Shengyuan Dynasty was - how could he have any idea?! He knew of the Yuan, the Tang, the Qing, but he had never heard of the Shengyuan Dynasty!

It did not matter, what was most imperative at this point in time was to protect his chastity!

So he had to escape, of course!

But since the suicide attempt, the old hen has been guarding him closely. Wherever he went, he was watched by someone. Even the young boy who served him was guarding him.

Plus, the people guarding him knew he had no power. His guard was stout, twice as strong as he was. Even though, once upon a time, he was the invincible boss, his arm was now like a chicken claw. Can read a book, and paint fluttering butterflies, can play the lute, but hit people? Forget it!

Despite his lack of intellect, in the face of his current crisis, Boss Jiang was very aware of his limitations. So to ensure his escape, he could only lay in wait till the when the banquet hall was most relaxed and distracted, which would be at the auction.

When he felt the time was right, he hid behind the door with a large vase and screamed in his room, causing the guard to run in, and he slammed the vase on the guard’s head.

Ugh! A manly man like himself doing this kind of womanly attack was egregious!

He stripped his guard’s clothes, tied him up and stuffed cloth in his mouth. Haocheng put on the guards oversize clothes. He cut his waist length hair short.

Hey! Don’t underestimate him; he had been a famous hairstylist in New York. He could not count how many ladies queuing up for make appointments with him. Sometimes, he worked backstage in catwalk shows, designing the models’ hair. He had been very famous in the fashion industry.

In ten short minutes, he cut a flattering hairstyle for Hao Yue that showed him as handsome, rather than beautiful; dissing the sissy appearance. He took out the charcoal he had hidden and smeared his face with it. He put on a hat, and slipped out the door. He kept his head bowed, avoiding the crowds and slipped out the back door.

Just as he got outside, he heard someone back inside shout, and then there was a loud commotion from the crowd. Haocheng knew he had been discovered.

He ran desperately, dodging here and there so that the crowd could hide him but he could still hear shouting behind him! Haocheng was shocked; these legs were too short. He had thought he had run so well, what a weakling body!!

Haocheng was out of breath, his legs were soft but he did not dare stop. He turned down an alley; ran east, ran west, and then found himself back at a dead end ❌! He was lost!

Looking at the dead end before him, he bent over hands on his knees, gasping for breath. His legs were shaking from the exertion. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest; he swallowed as he leaned against a wall panting, his blood pulsing through his veins.

Looking down at his trembling legs, he was sure he could no longer run. He really could not say anything about this weakling body he had inherited. And he was also well and truly lost. He really could not be blamed for this, he was not familiar with this city, and he had just wanted to shake off his chasers.

While he was sure that he was safe for now, he could not stay here forever, the people knew the city well, sooner or later he would be found; he had to escape from the city.

But, ‘Damn it, where the hell is this?” Haocheng looked around him, but there was no light. The alley was in darkness, and he had forgotten where he had come from.

What should he do? Should he go out and take his chances?

Haocheng hesitated; he was afraid he would run into his pursuers. With his current situation, that was a very likely possibility.

While he was thinking, he heard a voice, ‘Search this area, he could be hiding here!’

What the hell? How were they so quick? Did this men have dogs’ noses?!

Seeing the light of the torch creeping closer, Haocheng looked left and right anxiously but could not think of an escape route. He could hear the footsteps getting closer, so he decided to hide deeper in the alley.

What should he do? He fretted, he will definitely be discovered!

He crouched down and crept backwards into the alley, when he sudden stepped on something soft; something that did not feel like ground.

❌He couldn’t be so luckless, could he?

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he had nothing to say, even if a dog barked he wasn’t in the mood to care.

‘You’re stepping on me.’

‘Huh?’ Poop can talk too? Was this world that divine?! Haocheng looked down to see what kind of godly poop was speaking to him, but he found a pair of glowing green lights.

In a dark abandoned alley, eerie green light, cold gloomy voice...Haocheng’s heart froze

‘Ghost!’ he shouted.

Chewing on her dried hard jerky, she had heard running footsteps, and then this person broke into the alley, panting.

He had not seen her sitting in the corner, but she had seen him clearly. Darkness did not affect her eyesight in any way.

Listening to the dainty footfalls, she decided this person was no threat to her. They had painted their face with coal but the narrow eyes were very beautiful, a lithe body, but he was no better than an ant. This boy was weak, vulnerable…and not worthy of her attention. She bit into the dried meat, she should just close her eyes to unnecessary things, she had always been a lackadaisical person...but, she continued to watch him.

For the first time, eyes that had always been quiet and unwavering were questioning, perhaps, a bit curious.

It was the first time she had seen many expressions flit across a person’s face. He frowned, gritted his teeth, and his eyes glistened with water; was he going to cry?

‘Damn it! Where the hell is this?’

Instead of crying, he had grit his teeth and looked around. She heard more footsteps approaching. When he heard them, he suddenly became nervous.

Were the people coming after him?

He began to creep backward in her direction, but she did not move from her position. The people’s footsteps got closer and she felt his tension mount. Then he stepped on her hand. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t even wrinkle her brows, but he looked to the heavens in grief...he seemed to be bemoaning his circumstances.

‘You’re stepping on me.’ She hadn’t even realised at when she spoke out. She couldn’t help but be surprised, then she saw his horror.

‘Ghost!’

She wasn’t surprised by his fear, but her expression remained cold, she showed no expression. She looked at him blankly, as he jumped back against the all, his lips trembling in dread.

Haocheng’s shout drew his pursuers to his location. The guards spread through the alleys with their lanterns. The light illuminated the dark alley; the sudden light caused his eyes to sting. But even though his eyes were stinging, he was still in front of the ghost, and then...his eyes rounded

This ghost...was she a mixed race woman?

Her features were deeper than the people of this dynasty, her skin was whiter than the people of this dynasty, and her eyes were bright glowing green. Her hair was black, long and straight...she was pretty.

She was by no means a stunning beauty, though. Haochang could say his standards of beauty were very high and strict. His dead mother was a beautiful woman, his violent elder sister looked like a sexy mistress, and then his salon customers; eight out of ten were beautiful women. And then this Hao Yue was also an enchanting boy. In contrast, this mixed race ghost was very ordinary compared to him. (Zuben: Is now really the time to compare beauty? I suppose he has nowhere else to run)

Boss Jiang was inexplicably pleased with himself: although he was a weakling, his face was really eye-catching! (Zuben: What a time to accept that you’re a bishounen)

Haocheng touched his own face narcissistically; his idiot head did not think about his current predicament. But the guards of the Xiaoying Pavillion will not allow him to ignore them.

‘Found you, boy! Let me see how much you can run!’ A large man said through gritted teeth touching his head, ‘You dared to break the head of this old boss, bitch, I’ll teach you a lesson!’

The completely ignored the woman sitting in the corner. She also hung her head and continued to eat her jerky. The guards did not notice that her eyes were different from other people’s eyes.

Fuck! He was finished!

Haocheng was in a dilemma; behind him was a dead end. He did not think he could really escape the three guards who looked like bears. Looking at the big brother he had knocked unconscious with the vase, he was the dark look the man had on his face and knew he was dead.

What should he do?

Watching them approach, Haocheng stared down at his slender wrists; it looked like he could only give up.

He gritted his teeth. He looked up to the guards and burst into tears, his slender body trembling,

‘No, don’t hurt me...I’ll go back with you...don’t hit me…’

Jiang Haocheng oh Jiang Haocheng, you will make even a bear cry!

With a cowering countenance, he walked slowly to the guards.

Seeing him yield, the guard sneered, ‘You’re smart.’

When he came close to them, the guard forcefully grabbed his arm. How could he predict that Haocheng would suddenly grab his wrist, this stunned the guard. Then a sharp pain made him cry out, he bent over in pain.

Haocheng quickly lifted his legs, with speed and accuracy, he mercilessly used all the strength he could muster and shot his knee into the bodyguard’s crotch.

Though he was weak, but was as long as you hit the right places, it will hurt.

‘Oh…!’ the bodyguard feel to the ground groaning in pain.

The sudden happenings made the other two guards stared in amazement. They stared at their colleague, stunned. While they were distracted, Haocheng made a break for it.

But his legs were weak, just that kick took all his remaining strength. He only ran a few steps before he was caught by the other two.

‘Bad boy!’ The guards said as they grabbed his clothes and dragged him back.

‘Ah!’ he cried as he was slammed into the wall. His thin and weak body shrank and he withstood the pain in his back.

‘You fucking kicked me! Courting death!’ the attacked guard shouted as he got up from the ground, and lifted his leg to kick Haocheng.

Haocheng covered his head with his hands and curled his body protectively.

‘Ah ah ah-!’ he heard a miserable scream as warm liquid sprayed on him followed by the thick scent of blood.

He turned to look and he saw his assailant rolling on the ground his leg had been cut and blood was spurting out. The other two guards stared in shock.

Haocheng saw a pair of legs before him and he raised his head. The bright moon that had been hidden behind the clouds appeared illuminating the figure in red.

Her skin was snow white contrasting sharply with her cold green eyes, her lips were pale with no hint of fullness. Her face held no expression. Her long straight black hair fluttered in the breeze over her red clothes. In her slender white fingers was a thin transparent blade.

The two others looked at her eerie green eyes were taken aback.

‘Ghost! Ghost!’

They looked at each other, turned and ran away in fear, leaving their injured companion. The injured guard’s face paled, and promptly fainted.

Ignoring him, she looked down at the Haocheng; she did not understand why she had saved him. When he had protected himself, there had been no fear in his face, but she also heard his low muttering

‘You’re dead this time, you weak chicken! I hate you!’

She did not understand what he was muttering about but when she saw one of the chasers begin to kick him, she had reacted automatically, protecting him.

Haocheng stared at her foolishly.

Go-good god! , hao - so handsome!

From his heart bubbles of love floated out, kào! He had to take back what he had just said; where was she ordinary? She was awesome!

It was the first time he had ever come across such a handsome woman. His heart beat fast in his chest.

Thinking he was scared stiff by her appearance, her expression shuttered and her face was cold. Her place of quiet rest had been destroyed; she decided to find somewhere else. As she turned away, she was stopped by hands around her legs. She looked down to see the boy looking up at her with a smile.

Haocheng wanted to cry in his heart, how could he be clinging to a woman like this? Was he still a man? Well, yes. Alas, his legs were weak, he could not get up.

‘Hey, thank you for saving me,’ he said holding her tighter. He decided not to let her get away, looking up at her sparkling eyes, ‘My name is Jiang Haocheng, just call me A Hao. What’s your name?’

Seeing his smile, she was confused, ‘Aren’t you afraid of me?’

‘What’s to be scared about?’ he asked before remembering he had rudely called her a ghost just a few minutes ago. He gave her an awkward smile, ‘Earlier...I didn’t mean to insult you. It was dark; I only saw your eyes and misunderstood.’ Besides his violent old sister, he was afraid of no one. Well, maybe...that....

When he was eight, his whole family went to the amusement park. His sister pulled him into the haunted house. At the start, they were holding hands, but somehow they got separated, as a result, he was stuck in the haunted house for over an hour, crying from fear. Eventually, the staff had to lead him out. Since then, he’d been traumatised.

‘I apologise, don’t be angry.’ he said to her afraid she would misunderstand him, and leave him.

No way! He was going to pester her.

Why? Because she was so handsome! Whoar! The heart of Boss Jiang was in bloom. His pure macho heart was blown wide open.

He was in love!

‘You haven’t told me your name yet.’ He said, uncaring about her cold expression, he continued to smile at her.

Seeing him watching her expectantly, waiting for her to speak, she could not help but be a bit sceptical; he was not afraid of her, he even apologised for his earlier behaviour. This person was strange. And what would knowing her name accomplish? After this, they would never meet again. She only saved him by accident. She rarely ever moved for such things.

But she found herself saying, ‘Ji Danning.’ Her heart could not help but be amazed, and she surprised herself even more by adding, ‘People call me A Jiu.’

She was ninth in seniority amongst her brothers and sisters, only those who were close to her called her A Jiu, but she had told him. She was puzzled by her actions, although her face remained cold, her heart was quietly tremulous.

“People” must be her family? When she replied, A Hao was very happy; his beautiful eyes crinkled as he smiled broadly.

‘I shall call you Xiaojiu.’ he said. He was not going to be like everyone else!

She did not respond to his intimate address, her cold green eyes were shaken staring at his good looking smile, she turned away.

‘Let go.’ she said coldly.

‘Oh!’ he had regained a little strength,, he let go of her and rose from the ground to his full height, to see he was half a head taller than her - This discovery made him feel moved, he was at least taller than she was, otherwise he really could not live!

Fortunately, this guy was still only eighteen; there was still a chance to grow taller.

Haocheng comforted himself, and decided to exercise this body well. He wasn’t expecting to be macho again, but at the very least, not be so weak, ah!

He saw she was about to turn away, he grabbed her sleeve, ‘Where are you going?’ he asked giving her a puppy-dog stare.

Danning looked down at the hand grasping her sleeve, she could have avoided it but she had not suspected that he would try to grab her.

Her elegant barely- there eyebrows furrowed, she could not understand this person at. Looking at his pitiful appearance, his narrow phoenix eyes had acquired a glimmer of water.

‘Can I come with you?’ he asked pitifully, knowing that Hao Yue looks very good in this expression. If you want to pester people, you have to pretend to be pitiful, ‘I’m afraid they’ll come for me again.’ He said turning to the collapsed man. He gave a little shiver. In truth, he wanted to step on the injured foot and kick him a few times, but the man had lost a lot of blood, he did not think that he would live for much longer.

‘Please don’t leave me!’ With a pained face, he pleaded, squeezing out a few tears. As for manliness, haha! What does masculinity have to do with chasing a wife? It was more important to catch his beloved by any means necessary.

This was the Jiang family’s ancestral training; to woo your wife, you must be quick, accurate and most importantly, shameless.

Looking in those watery eyes, Danning did not speak, just stared at him, curious about what tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Seeing that she did not reply him, he decided to be more shameful; he hugged her and pleased, ‘Xiaojiu, please…’

Oh she smelt so nice, and soft…how satisfying.

He found himself slammed into the wall again, the impact was harder than the last one, tears welled up and his beautiful face was wrinkled in pain.

Sure enough, he had to pay for eating her tofu. (Zuben: Didn't your dearly departed mama teach you not to glomp strangers)

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