Chapter 2: Three Women, Husband and Wife Relationship?

There was nothing she could do; she was too nervous.

Faced with two stunning beauties in such an ambiguous situation, she—formerly a perennial bachelor—really couldn’t take it.

“Are you still half-asleep?”

The charming woman blinked, then asked with a hint of worry, “Husband, are you feeling unwell again? Should I call for the Family Pharmacist?”

Without a second thought, Su Chun waved her hands dismissively.

What a joke—if she let a pharmacist examine her, what if they noticed something was wrong?

She took a deep breath, trying her best to steady herself and make her voice sound natural.

“My head is just a bit dizzy. For a moment, I couldn’t remember many things.”

She decided to play dumb for now, pretending to have amnesia to see if she could fish for some information.

At this point, she realized this likely wasn’t a dream; the sensations felt far too real.

“You can’t remember?”

The charming woman and the cold woman exchanged a look, both seeing surprise and concern in each other’s eyes.

The cold woman knit her brows, a trace of solemnity flashing through her icy gaze.

“Was there a mistake in your Cultivation? Or is it a Bloodline conflict?”

Cultivation? Bloodline?

These two terms made Su Chun’s heart skip a beat.

‘Is this not a historical drama? Is it a transmigration into an Immortal Cultivation world?’

The moment this thought appeared, all the strange things before her eyes seemed to have a rational explanation.

It was just that while others started their journeys with a “trash-to-genius” trope or a system, she had started by suddenly gaining two wives.

And she was the one playing the “Husband”?

Something felt very wrong with this script.

“I… I don’t know. I just feel like my head is empty, and I can’t remember many things.”

Su Chun continued to play dumb, putting on a confused and helpless expression to try and bluff her way through.

While she spoke, she secretly observed their reactions.

Hearing this, the charming woman immediately grew frantic.

“Ah? Husband, don’t scare us! You really can’t remember anything? You don’t even remember who the two of us are?”

Just as Su Chun was struggling with how to answer, the cold woman spoke up.

“Sister, don’t rush. Our Husband’s Divine Soul might have been temporarily affected by the Bloodline conflict, leading to memory loss. Let her have a moment to recover.”

The charming woman nodded.

The cold woman then looked at Su Chun, her gaze calm.

“Husband, do you still remember your own name?”

Her own name?

That was an easy question.

Regardless of what the original owner was named, she certainly couldn’t say she was Su Chun now.

Her eyes darted around as she decided to keep playing dumb.

“I think I remember a little, but I’m not quite sure.”

She intentionally spoke vaguely, hoping the other party would say it for her.

Sure enough, the charming woman immediately chimed in.

“Husband, your name is Tantai Chun, and you are our husband.”

‘Tantai Chun?’

Su Chun repeated the name in her mind.

Tantai—that was a rather unique surname.

“Oh, Tantai Chun… It seems… that is the name.”

She pretended to try hard to remember.

“Then what about me? Does Husband still remember me?” the charming woman asked hurriedly, her eyes full of expectation.

Looking at that charming, exquisite face, Su Chun inwardly groaned.

How was she supposed to answer that?

While she was caught between a rock and a hard place, the cold woman spoke.

“Since Husband has lost her memory, do not force it. I am Luo Li, and she is Luo Yu. We are sisters, and also your wives.”

Luo Li? Luo Yu? Sisters? Wives?

A massive wave of shock crashed through Su Chun’s heart.

She had thought they were joking when they called her Husband, but now it seemed it was no joke.

But a woman having wives, and a pair of sisters at that?

Was that even right?

Su Chun thought to herself that the original owner of this body really knew how to live—even better than most men.

She tried her best to maintain a calm facade and nodded.

“Luo Yu, Luo Li. I understand.”

Seeing that Su Chun seemed to recall something, Luo Li’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Since that is the case, Husband, please get up and wash. We must go and pay our respects to Mother and the others today.”

Hearing this, Su Chun’s heart immediately began to race.

However, she knew now was not the time to overthink it.

She could only brace herself and nod, taking things one step at a time.

“Okay.”

Seeing that she had finally recovered a bit, a smile broke out on Luo Yu’s face as she quickly climbed out of bed.

“Husband, don’t move. Let me serve you while you wash up.”

As she spoke, she turned toward a screen to prepare the washing supplies.

Luo Li also stood up; with an elegant turn of her body, she was instantly clad in a set of ethereal white robes.

‘This… this really is Immortal Cultivation?’

Su Chun watched the way the woman dressed herself, her jaw dropping in shock.

Luo Li straightened her clothes.

“I will go prepare breakfast.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the room.

Only Su Chun and the busy Luo Yu remained.

As Su Chun lay on the bed watching Luo Yu’s back, her mind was a mess.

First, she had transmigrated.

Second, her gender had swapped—she had gone from a man to a woman named Tantai Chun.

Also, the body she had transmigrated into seemed to have a significant status.

Finally, the most soul-crushing part: she had two wives who were a pair of stunning sisters.

‘What on earth is going on?’

Su Chun wanted to cry but had no tears.

A shut-in who had never even held a girl’s hand had suddenly skipped all the steps and gone straight to having a wife and a concubine.

Furthermore, they were two top-tier beauties.

This happiness had come too suddenly and was far too terrifying.

The key question was—did she even have the “equipment” for this?

‘Brother, you died so miserably.

You didn’t even get to experience life.’

Su Chun felt a surge of grief for the “brother” she had lost.

“Husband, the water is here. Get up and wash.”

Luo Yu walked over carrying an exquisite bronze basin containing a towel and a toothbrush.

Su Chun took a deep breath, pulled back the silk quilt, and prepared to get out of bed.

However, as her feet hit the floor and she felt the shift in her center of gravity along with a strange sense of lightness, she nearly stumbled.

“Husband, be careful!”

Luo Yu was quick and stepped forward to catch her.

Su Chun’s entire face ended up buried in the woman’s towering chest.

A soft, fragrant beauty in her arms—no, rather, she was being held by a soft, fragrant beauty.

Luo Yu’s body was warm and soft, and her scent was even more intoxicating up close.

Su Chun felt a rush of heat go straight to her head, and her cheeks instantly turned burning hot.

“Ah! Thank you.”

She hurriedly leaned back.

Once she was steady, her heart began to pound wildly again.

‘This is too stimulating! Who could possibly handle this!’

Seeing her flushed cheeks, Luo Yu thought she was still feeling unwell and asked with concern, “Is Husband still uncomfortable? Should you rest a while longer?”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

Steam was practically rising from Su Chun’s head as she waved her hands.

Not daring to have any more contact, she walked quickly to the bronze basin and splashed her face haphazardly with a towel.

The cold water on her skin cleared her chaotic mind a little.

As she looked at the face reflected in the water, she froze again.

It was a face of extraordinary beauty and purity.

With willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, a jade-like nose, and cherry lips, her skin was as white as snow and appeared incredibly delicate.

Due to her recent panic, she looked watery and spirited.

Pure and ethereal.

Su Chun had to admit that this face was far more beautiful than any woman she had seen in her previous life.

She looked to be about 16 to 18 years old.

But the most peculiar thing was that the owner of this body had Heterochromia—her left eye was gold while her right eye was purple.

Combined with her silver hair, she looked incredibly unique.

This made Su Chun’s emotions even more complicated.

She felt both a bit of secret joy and a bit of terror.

“Husband, let me comb your hair.”

Luo Yu walked over with a peach-wood comb and spoke softly.

Comb her hair?

Su Chun looked at her own waist-length hair and felt a wave of trouble.

How was she supposed to comb hair this long? In her past life, she had only ever dealt with short hair.

“Uh, can I do it myself?”

She tried to say.

Luo Yu paused for a moment, then laughed.

“Why is Husband acting like a stranger today? Usually, don’t I always comb it for you?”

“I… I want to try it myself,” Su Chun said, bracing herself.

Seeing her persistence, although Luo Yu was confused, she still handed over the comb.

“Alright. But Husband’s hair is long and a bit difficult to manage. If you can’t get it right, just call for me.”

“Mhm, okay.”

Su Chun took the comb and looked at the brilliant silver hair in the bronze mirror.

Her scalp felt numb.

How was she supposed to handle this thing?

She clumsily gripped the comb and tried to mimic the scenes she had seen in period dramas, combing it messily.

As a result, the more she combed, the more tangled it became, and she even pulled out a few strands.

“Sss!”

Su Chun winced in pain.

Watching from the side, Luo Yu couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“Husband, are you combing your hair or trying to tear it out?”

Su Chun’s face turned completely red, and she felt so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

“I… I forgot how to comb it.”

She decided to give up and once again resorted to her “amnesia” tactic.