Courtyard House: A Veteran Returns Home and Becomes a Father

Holy crap!

Su Mo suddenly opened her eyes, her head buzzing. What came into view was not the familiar ceiling of the villa, but a dilapidated wooden beam covered with cracks, and a faint scent of rouge wafted in the air.

His gaze swept across the room, and he froze instantly—the windows and doors were covered with bright red "double happiness" characters, so festive it was almost blinding!

"Where the hell am I? Did they break into the bridal chamber?"

Before he could react, a soft touch came from his arms. Looking down, Su Mo gasped!

Lying in his arms was a stunningly beautiful woman with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and skin as white as jade. She looked exactly like Liu Shishi, the top female star from his previous life, and even more charming and lively than the real person!

"This...this..." Su Mo was so shocked that her tongue tied. She reached out to touch the phone on the bedside table, but couldn't find it. Instead, she saw a yellowed calendar.

October 1950, 9!

"I've time-traveled?!"

Su Mo's mind went blank for a moment as a massive flood of memories rushed in, causing him to wince in pain.

The original owner was also named Su Mo, born in 1929. At the age of ten, she and her neighbor's younger sister were separated from their parents at the train station. She was adopted by her master Su Zhenbang, who was on a business trip, and brought back to Beijing. Su Mo practiced Bajiquan from a young age.

He was born into a military family, so he enlisted at the age of sixteen. He also wanted to see if he could find his biological father in the army. After five years of hard work, he became a battalion commander. He went home to visit his family and just got married yesterday to his childhood sweetheart, the girl next door—the beautiful Xia Wanqing in his arms!

Xia Wanqing learned excellent medical skills from her master and now works at Peking Union Medical College Hospital!

Su Mo's memories were completely integrated with those of his predecessor. Rather than saying it was a possession, it would be more accurate to say that the predecessor awakened a new set of memories. Who can truly say whether Zhuangzi dreamed of being a butterfly or the butterfly dreamed of being Zhuangzi?

Now, a brand new Su Mo has been born.

"Wait a minute!" Su Mo suddenly remembered crucial information. The original owner had received an urgent telegram from the military yesterday, requiring him to rush to Dandong today to assemble for the founding war, a 1v17 battle!

He tried to sit up abruptly, but a sharp pain shot through his lower back, almost making him cry out.

"Ouch... my back feels like it's broken!"

The next second, a sensual yet terrifying memory surfaced—last night, on their wedding night, Xia Wanqing, fearing for his safety, wanted to leave him an heir. With red eyes, she took the initiative and, regardless of whether his body could handle it, forced herself on him 13 times!

(This is a work of fiction. Do not attempt to imitate it. We are not responsible for any consequences.)

The original owner was probably drained dry before he took the opportunity to possess this body.

"Brother, don't go... one more time?"

Xia Wanqing, nestled in his arms, groggily opened her eyes, her gaze languid from just waking up, her voice as soft as cotton candy.

Su Mo froze, startled, and like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she suddenly threw off the covers and stumbled towards the door.

He heard Xia Wanqing's clear, loud laughter behind him, which made his face turn bright red.

Hearing her laughter, Su Mo thought to himself:

"Hmph, you bitch, wanting it again? Don't you know you've already taken your man away?"

"But now that I've inherited the original owner's body, this beautiful wife is mine. When I come back from the war, I'm going to make her give birth to a whole football team of babies."

Thinking about my tiger moms, I'm really afraid I won't be able to handle them.

"What did you say? Can your body handle it?"

"Are you kidding? What can't I handle? I still have my fingers, one isn't enough, I'll use two. I'm not afraid of her."

As soon as I ran out of the house, I saw two old people leisurely drinking tea by the stone table in the courtyard.

On the left is Master Su Zhenbang, a master of both medicine and martial arts. His medical skills are those of a descendant of imperial physicians, and his martial arts are a family tradition. Before liberation, he was an underground member of the Communist Party in Beijing. After liberation, he is now the vice president of Peking Union Medical College Hospital. On the right is Grandmaster Su Hanlin, a former martial arts champion in the Qing Dynasty. He injured his left leg during the Xinhai Revolution and had no choice but to return to Beijing to retire. His martial arts skills are unfathomable. He taught the original owner Bajiquan! Because his own master's martial arts talent was really limited.

"Hey, what happened? You must have been pushing yourself hard last night, young man, take it easy!" Su Zhenbang teased, seeing him clutching his back and looking disheveled.

Su Hanlin stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his eyes full of mockery.

Su Mo's face flushed, and he said awkwardly, "It's all because of that girl Wan Qing! She almost crippled me. Luckily, I've practiced martial arts for over ten years and am in good health, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing me today!"

"Stop being so cheeky!" Su Zhenbang stopped joking and said in a stern voice, "You brat, hurry up and go inside to say goodbye to Wanqing. It's already ten o'clock! Your train leaves at noon, and your teacher's wife has already packed your luggage and put it by your bedside. If you're any later, you'll miss your train!"

"What? It's ten o'clock?" Su Mo exclaimed in surprise when he saw the watch on his wrist. He didn't care about his embarrassment and turned around to rush into the house.

Upon entering the room, one would see that Xia Wanqing had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) combing her hair. Her long, black hair hung down to her shoulders, and her profile was breathtakingly beautiful.

"What, you regretted running away? Want to do it again?" Xia Wanqing turned around, her eyes still smiling.

Su Mo was both amused and exasperated. She stepped forward and said in a serious tone, "Wanqing, I have to go. It's already ten o'clock, and I need to catch the train to Dandong."

The smile vanished from Xia Wanqing's face instantly, her eyes welled up with tears, and she stopped combing her hair: "Brother, you..."

She was reluctant to part with him, but she knew that when the country was in trouble, soldiers should go through fire and water. The personal feelings of her family were insignificant in the face of national and personal grievances.

"Brother, you must come back safely. I'm waiting for you at home." Her voice choked with emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Su Mo's heart clenched, his eyes welled up with tears, and he rushed forward to hug her tightly: "Don't worry, wait for me! I'll definitely come back alive!"

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, not daring to look at her any longer, afraid that he would be reluctant to leave. He picked up his luggage from the side of the kang (a heated brick bed) and walked out without looking back.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I saw my master's wife carrying a cloth bag, walking quickly towards me. My master and his advisor were also standing at the door, their expressions solemn.

"Xiao Mo, these are your favorite cabbage and pork buns. Have some to tide you over on the road." His teacher's wife stuffed the cloth bag into his hands, her voice choked with emotion. "Be careful on the battlefield and protect yourself!"

"Teacher's wife, please take care." Su Mo took the steamed bun, and could no longer hold back her tears, raising her hand to wipe them away.

He turned to his master and advisor, then knelt down with a thud, slapping his head three times heavily on the ground. His voice was hoarse: "Master, advisor, mistress, your son is unfilial! If... if I don't come back, please take good care of Wanqing for me!"

In this war, they faced a coalition of 17 nations armed to the teeth, and their chances of survival were slim!

Su Zhenbang and Su Hanlin's eyes also reddened. Suppressing their emotions, they said in deep voices, "Go to the front lines and defend our country. We'll take care of things here. Wanqing, we'll protect you!"

"Brother Mo—!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry rang out.

Su Mo turned around and saw Xia Wanqing limping out, clearly still sore from the exertion of the previous night. She rushed over and hugged him tightly, crying uncontrollably, "Brother Mo, you have to come back! I'll wait for you my whole life!"

Su Mo felt a tightness in his chest. He hugged her tightly, then hardened his heart and pushed her away: "Be good, listen to me, and wait for me!"

He dared not linger any longer, picked up his luggage, and strode out of the courtyard.

Sunlight shone on him, his back straight and resolute.

He knew that ahead lay a hail of bullets and an iron torrent of 17-nation coalition forces, but he also knew that behind him lay his motherland, his family, and Xia Wanqing's hopes!

We must win this battle!