Fairy, Please Forgive Me, I Never Meant to Impersonate Your Husband - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Horn from the Depths of the Galaxy

Wu Yuan lay face-down in the mud, a brawny bodyguard pinning him underfoot. He could only tilt his head up stubbornly, glaring at the elegant young master Bai Zizheng, who had effortlessly crushed him under his shoe yet couldn’t even be bothered to glance down at him.

Bai Zizheng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance as if speaking to no one in particular.

“I know you think you’re innocent, but in this world, great calamities start from small risks. Preventing trouble before it arises has always been my principle.”

“Yesterday, you gave Li Xinwei an umbrella. Today, you’d ask her to dinner. Tomorrow, you might try to take things further. In a few days, who knows? Maybe you’d even dare to dream of eating swan meat.”

“Though we’re classmates, Li Xinwei—she’s not someone you can covet.”

Wu Yuan’s face burned red—partly from the pressure on his back, partly from sheer fury. Bai’s accusations were baseless. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Enough, Bai Zizheng! Not everyone worships Li Xinwei like you do! I’ll say it again—I gave her an umbrella because it was raining yesterday, she didn’t have one, and I happened to have two in the office—”

“You expect me to believe that?”

Bai Zizheng finally turned his head, his handsome face twisted in a cold sneer. The more Wu Yuan defended himself, the angrier Bai became.

“I don’t care if you believe me. Don’t think just because your family has money and power, you can do whatever you want—”

Wu Yuan’s voice grew louder, his rage swelling in his chest.

And then—

The resistance he had been holding back erupted.

With a sudden burst of strength, he broke free from the bodyguard’s hold and lunged at Bai Zizheng. His hands were already in motion—one clawing, the other swinging a fist—aiming straight for the back of Bai’s head, that same smug head he had endured for four long years in university.

The bodyguard was caught off guard. Bai Zizheng, even more so.

The elegant young master’s pristine image shattered in an instant.

Dirt smeared his clothes. Worse—Wu Yuan grabbed him by the collar and landed three solid punches before anyone could react.

A memory Bai Zizheng would never forget.

…

Of course, Wu Yuan paid for his rebellion.

The bodyguard beat him mercilessly, leaving him bruised and battered.

Luckily, the altercation happened in a public area, and it was still early evening. Bai Zizheng didn’t dare let his bodyguard go too far—otherwise, Wu Yuan might have left with broken limbs instead of just barely managing to stagger back to his rented apartment.

The moment he closed the door, all his strength drained away. Pain surged from every inch of his body, but despite gritting his teeth, he smiled.

Then the smile turned into laughter.

Yes, he had been beaten—but he hadn’t just taken it. He had fought back.

For a man who had lived cautiously for twenty-six years, this was a breakthrough.

Seeing Bai Zizheng’s humiliated face after those three punches?

Worth it.

Such was the tragedy of small people.

But because he saw himself as small, he also knew how to console himself.

Too sore to move, Wu Yuan lay still, fiddling with his “spoils of war.”

During the scuffle, he had accidentally torn off a strange stone pendant hanging from Bai Zizheng’s neck—something between jade and rock, covered in cryptic symbols.

In his fury, Bai hadn’t noticed. Wu Yuan had pocketed it afterward.

A trophy.

Proof that even the weak could strike back.

As he toyed with it, exhaustion overwhelmed him. Despite his growling stomach, sleep dragged him under.

The night deepened, the full moon hanging high. Moonlight spilled onto the couch near the balcony.

Then—

The light grew brighter, rippling like water.

The bloodstains on Wu Yuan’s left hand, still clutching the pendant, vanished as if absorbed by an unseen force.

A faint, multicolored glow emanated from his fingers.

A mist-like haze swirled around him, lifting his body until it floated half a meter above the couch.

His sleeping face twisted with complex emotions, as if trapped in a long, intricate dream.

Wu Yuan slept for a full day and night.

When he opened his eyes, his first sensation wasn’t hunger or pain—but an overwhelming fullness, as if his soul had been nourished.

His injuries?

Gone. Only the bloodstains on his clothes remained as proof.

“Was that a second rebirth… or just two dreams?”

He checked the clock—only a day had passed.

Then he stared at his left hand in disbelief.

He never imagined he’d have the luck of a protagonist in a novel.

Bai Zizheng’s pendant was no ordinary trinket.

Somehow, it had activated, making him live through two lifetimes in a single night.

One lasted 253 years.

The other, 489 years.

Every memory remained vivid.

He had never remembered so much, so clearly.

Was it just an ultra-realistic dream? Or had he truly relived two lives?

Given his nature, he leaned toward the former—but the knowledge he gained was real.

And with it, he knew exactly what to do next.

Move.

For reasons both immediate and future.

“I’ll be back. And I’ll find all the answers.”

As he stepped out, the image of a certain smiling face flashed in his mind.

His eyes carried a depth far beyond his years.

After living centuries in a single night—dream or not—how could he not be changed?

His luggage was simple: a backpack with a few changes of clothes, his wallet, and ID.

Everything else stayed behind.

Time was too precious to waste on trivialities.

As he left, his landlord, Uncle Xu—a shrewd but kind man in his fifties—stepped out with his Alaskan Malamute.

“Xiao Yuan, going on a trip?”

Wu Yuan nodded. “Uncle Xu, good timing. I’m moving out. Keep the deposit. You can do whatever you want with the stuff inside.”

Uncle Xu’s face darkened, then softened into a sigh.

“Ah… you already know? I thought you were hiding out today. Smart move. Some people… we just can’t afford to provoke. Take the garage exit, not the front door.”

Wu Yuan understood.

Bai Zizheng had sent men looking for him—first for the pendant, second to vent his rage.

But thanks to Uncle Xu and his dog, they hadn’t gotten in.

Under the cover of night, Wu Yuan slipped away unseen.

In the distance, two figures loitered near his apartment building, their cigarette embers glowing.

Wu Yuan smirked.

For now, he’d retreat.

But with the knowledge he now possessed, crushing Bai Zizheng—no, the entire Bai family—would be effortless.

Patience.

He turned and walked away, not as a defeated man, but one ready to conquer.

Avoiding cameras, he zigzagged through streets before stopping at a small restaurant for a meal.

Then, from a nearby store, he stocked up on compact, high-calorie food and water—filling his spare hiking bag with 500 yuan worth of supplies.

Finally, he hailed a cab to the Xiguan Highway Service Area on the city’s outskirts.

When he arrived, the overcast sky cleared, moonlight bathing the empty lot.

The driver gave him a strange look but drove off without question.

Wu Yuan walked to the darkest corner of the parking lot, laid down a piece of cardboard, and sat.

He waited.

For the sound that would change everything.

A horn—long, mournful, and mighty—would soon echo through the night.

The beginning of Earth’s transformation.

The dawn of human evolution.

If not for his future memories, he’d never have come to this desolate place at such an hour.

But he knew.

This was where it would start.

2:00 AM.

The wind carried a distant, growing sound.

A horn.

Ancient.

Powerful.

Unrelenting.

As if calling warriors to battle.

“Finally. The horn from the depths of the galaxy.”

Wu Yuan stood, fists clenched.

No one could remain seated under that sound.

It stirred the blood, demanding reverence—like soldiers standing at attention before war.

For thirty minutes, the horn drowned out all other noise.

Highway chaos erupted. Cities stirred in panic.

But Wu Yuan’s focus was elsewhere.

A structure now stood twenty meters away—a sleek, obsidian monolith, over ten meters tall, humming with energy.

“The Celestial Origin Stele!”

As he approached, the stele’s surface shimmered with intricate, glowing patterns.

A holographic interface appeared before him.

At its center—a golden button.

Without hesitation, Wu Yuan pressed it.