After Crossing Over to the Republic of China, I've Become a Heartthrob Chapter 1

Fiancé from the Sky

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Shi Yao was an English teacher who was about to join the Foreign Language School in City A. Except for a face that was unforgettable, there was not a single good thing about him.

When he was a student, he was extremely selective, only studying English and history, mostly for the sake of picking up girls and showing off. His exam results were consistently at the bottom of his grade, and he was always in the single digits for mathematics. He began to fall in love in the third year of primary school and pursued girls 999 times, of which he stopped in his tracks 999 times because his father, who was the principal of the school, did not allow him to fall in love at an early age.

Since then, he has been so unpopular with girls that he has been unable to get into a relationship.

When he failed the entrance exams, his father sent him abroad to study for a diploma and arranged for him to return to the school to work straight after graduation. He was naturally perceived as an embroidered pillow by everyone who saw him as a useless person who relied on his connections.

Now this embroidered pillow was about to take to the lectern and begin his first class as an English teacher.

As soon as he arrived at the school, some of his classmates, who were now colleagues, talked behind his back, saying: “Shi Yao, a second-rate person like you, who graduated from a foreign university, could come to be a teacher at a foreign language school, all thanks to your father, are you not afraid of being struck by lightning?”

Coincidentally, as if it was arranged, the clouds suddenly changed and thunder and lightning started flashing, striking only towards Shi Yao's side.

Suddenly, there was a violent roar in his ears and a dark feeling of foreboding overtook him...

Shi Yao had never been so speechless in his life. Did it really hit me?

When he woke up again, he saw a dark brown ceiling.

Shi Yao rubbed his temples, a little unsure of his current situation.

He was lying on a super luxurious large bed, which was quite comfortable. He rolled over and there was a man next to him.

Who is this guy? He's quite handsome.

Wait a minute.

Why is there a man?

In his bed?

Shi Yao was startled and snapped out of it. As he struggled to sit up, the duvet slipped down and he found that it was a naked man.

Half naked, to be precise, with the lower half of his body covered and not visible.

Well, he had a nice body, with a lot of abdominal muscles...

Just as his brain was going out of control, the man opened his eyes and stared straight at him.

He was speechless. Shi Yao even wanted to greet him with a 'Hi, what's your name? Nice to meet you.'

The big man sat up and got out of bed in an unusually cold manner. 

Fortunately, he was wearing his pants!

Shi Yao was relieved.

 "More clothes. "

Shi Yao thought he had heard him wrong: "What?" 

"More clothes." The man repeated, his tone rather impatient and his eyes already displeased.

 Shi Yao rolled his eyes, "Do you have some kind of problem? "

Shi Yao thought to himself, this room looks quite modern, and it's not like he was in a time-travel drama.

He jumped over the end of the bed and touched his forehead: "No fever? I thought I'd burnt my brain. I don't know why I'm here, maybe I got struck by lightning and you saved me. Well, how much do you want? Or is there some other kind of compensation..."

"Shi Yao, you look like you have a fever to me," the man said, his eyes cold like the bottom of a pool as he held his hand, "Nothing happened last night, you don't have to act for me."

"What happened? I don't even know what you're talking about..."

Shi Yao glanced at the room's furnishings. Why was the telephone so antique? How come the calendar on the wall was in traditional Chinese characters? What did it say? The twelfth year of the Republic of China...

The twelfth year of the Republic of China!

He swallowed nervously: "What year is it? Who are you? Who am I? Who are you? Who am I? What is our relationship?"

The conversation that ensued shattered his view of the world.

"It's the twelfth year of the Republic of China, I'm Song Liao, you're Shi Yao, I'm your fiancé."

The first thing Shi Yao subconsciously did was to confirm his gender. He immediately felt for his little treasure, and luckily, it was still there.

Ha ha, how funny, this must be a dream!

I must have been struck by lightning to have such an odd dream!

He patted Song Liao's face, and it was quite real.

Then he jumped on the bed, and it was quite real.

Shi Yao got into the quilt: "Then I'm going to sleep, good night, I’ll never see you again."

Song Liao: ......

Shi Yao thought that if he closed his eyes and opened them, everything would go away.

But that was not the case.

Shi Yao panicked and jumped in front of Song Liao again, "So whatever Song something? Punch me once."

Song Liao: ......

"How about you bite me? Or I'll bite you."

"Stop making trouble." Song Liao pulled him down and interrupted him, "You're a little strange today."

The pressure applied to Shi Yao was painful, "Let go of me, it hurts."

The pain Shi Yao felt was real, not at all like a dream.

At the same time, he received a memory.

The original owner of this body had unfortunately died, and he had crossed over to become a down-and-out ancestor in Shaoxing, the Republic of China.

His fiancé, Song Liao, came from a wealthy business family in Shaoxing.

Their marriage had been arranged by the previous generation more than two decades ago.

Shi Yao's father, Shi Changpei, had accidentally saved his father-in-law during the war, and in return for this kindness, the two were betrothed to each other.

However, Shi Changpei was later killed on the battlefield, and the Shi family fell into decline, leaving Shi Yao a poor orphan who had no food to eat.

Nevertheless, Song Yao's parents kept their promise and brought him to their home when Shi Yao was eighteen years old.

Song Liao had been sent abroad to study at an early age and, having studied abroad, he did not like this country bumpkin. On his return to China, he moved to Shanghai with the intention of starting his own business and was not interested in Shi Yao at all.

But the original owner finally found a good marriage and refused to give up, insisting that Mr. Song send him to Shanghai. Mr. Song saw that the original owner was too uneducated and sent him to study at a university in Shanghai and to create a life with Song Liao in advance, hoping to create a long-lasting relationship.

Unfortunately, within a few days of his arrival in Shanghai, the original owner was struck by lightning and killed, which allowed Shi Yao to cross over.

The original owner's memories were vague and except for this general overview, he could not recall many other things.

He accepted this reality with sadness and looked at his own fiancé with a complicated expression, "I'm sorry, I seem to have fallen and a lot of my memories are fuzzy. Your name is Song Liao? You're my, fiancé?"

"En."

"That means we have that kind of relationship."

"What kind?"

"The kind that has sex."

"... What does that mean?"

"Nothing.” Shi Yao sighed loudly and asked, "So you're, ahem, so we're, I guess, not married yet?"

"No."

"So we shouldn't have, that is, that?”

"...... No."

"Great,” Shi Yao said gleefully, "so how can I break off my engagement with you?"

He was afraid that the air would suddenly become quiet.

Song Liao looked at him with a grim expression.

Shi Yao took a frightened step back and protested quietly, "Is there no freedom of marriage in this day and age?"

"No."

“No way? Isn't the Republic of China following the Three People's Principles? Peoples' choice, peoples' health, and peoples' rights?"

A look of astonishment swept across Song Liao's eyes, "How did you know…"

He had always thought that Shi Yao was just a simple-minded, vulgar fool who could not serve others.

Although in modern times, he was a degenerate who had failed in his studies, he had finished his high school at home and his undergraduate studies abroad, not to mention that history was one of his strengths. Isn’t that more than enough to fool these 'ancient folk'?

Shi Yao rolled his eyes in his heart and said to Song Liao in a tone of voice that left no room for doubt: "Do you know that people are born with human rights? All human beings are equal, not to mention the fact that you are my fiancé, so we should respect each other even more. So starting today, don't tell me what to do, and don't ask me to help you with your clothes. You are a grown man, and you need to know how to dress yourself."

Song Liao looked at him in silence, the look in his eyes hard to read.

Whether he had listened or not, Shi Yao was not sure.

After a long while, he heard Song Liao whisper, "I don't know how to properly dress myself."

“No way, Young Master Song? The evil feudalist landlord class!"

"I want you," Song Liao said, “you teach me."

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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Translator Notes

Please feel free to comment any mistakes I made so I can improve and do better as I go through the book.

Translated: March 1, 2023