Chapter 1: Searching for a Wife

My Wife Is a Legend A Lin 3173 words 2026-03-05 00:55:13

Tianhai City.

Yang Hao dragged his suitcase along the street, weighed down with worries, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, a hint of gloom lingering in his eyes.

Just yesterday, he had been driven out of his home—not by strangers, but by the parents who had raised him for over twenty years. Now, he was homeless.

Having traveled a great distance, Yang Hao arrived in Tianhai City. He wasn’t here for studies, nor to make a living, but for something far more personal: seeking his wife.

Yes, you heard that right.

Yang Hao had come to find his bride.

His fiancée of over twenty years had eloped just three days before their engagement, and the protagonist of this tale is none other than himself.

That’s correct—Yang Hao’s betrothed had been stolen away.

But he hadn’t been betrayed by another man. Instead, it was three women who conspired to whisk his fiancée away.

A month after his fiancée ran off, Yang Hao, too, was expelled from his family home. According to his mother, “Your fiancée’s run off with someone else—how can you still show your face here?”

Yang Hao felt like a failure.

Losing his fiancée was bad enough, but to be scorned by his own mother and left without a roof over his head? What kind of sin had he committed to deserve this?

Yang Hao suspected he must have blown up the entire galaxy in his past life.

“Villains, just wait—I’ll win my wife back.”

With this thought, Yang Hao couldn’t help but recall the three women who had taken his fiancée, bitterness rising in his heart.

Yang Hao was no stranger to Tianhai City; he’d spent his university years here. The reason he’d chosen this place was simple: his wife was here.

He hadn’t been pressured by his parents to attend university—it was his fiancée who drew him here, and Yang Hao had followed her like a puppy.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, Yang Hao suddenly noticed three elementary school children, each wearing a red scarf and carrying cartoon backpacks, emerging from a nearby internet café.

“You’re really dumb—even parachuting is beyond you. Next time, I won’t let you play ‘Chicken Dinner’ with us.”

“Come on! It’s my first time playing!”

“And you—just picked up a 98K, didn’t even see anyone before getting hammered. Shameful.”

“How was I supposed to know someone was hiding to ambush me? These sly old players are hateful.”

“Don’t leave me out next time—my dad won’t let me play games at home.”

“One round at KFC!”

“Deal, no problem…”

Listening to their banter, Yang Hao found himself drawn in, stopping unconsciously.

One of them kept berating the other two, who, chastened, barely dared to lift their heads.

Watching the trio walk past, arms slung around each other, Yang Hao was speechless.

Are elementary school kids really this fierce these days?

After seeing them off, Yang Hao’s gaze shifted to the shady internet café. Instantly, he took out his phone.

“Hello, officer? I’d like to report something…”

After making the call, Yang Hao put away his phone and left, feeling refreshed.

Kids, don’t blame your older brother for being harsh—it’s for the sake of justice and fairness. These unscrupulous internet cafés that corrupt the nation’s youth are best avoided.

Less gaming, more homework—that’s how you find a good wife in the future.

Having done his good deed, Yang Hao felt he’d saved three young souls from straying. He walked, delighted, into a bustling restaurant to settle his lunch.

After eating, Yang Hao left with his suitcase and entered the nearest subway station.

It was past rush hour, but the train was still busy, though not overcrowded.

Finding a seat, Yang Hao’s attention was drawn to a poster before him.

The poster depicted a hillside, a smoking motorcycle overturned nearby. At its center, a breathtakingly beautiful woman in military uniform, an M416 slung across her back, holding a 98K in her hands, stared fiercely into the distance, exuding a heroic aura.

Below, four bold words stood out:

“Battle Royale!”

This was the latest sensation in gaming, nicknamed “Chicken Dinner.”

A few months ago, Battle Royale had stormed onto the scene, becoming the biggest dark horse in the gaming world.

As soon as “Chicken Dinner” appeared, it swept across China with astonishing speed, achieving near-universal popularity in no time.

Even the terrifying elementary schooler gangs seemed to have joined in.

But that wasn’t Yang Hao’s focus.

Staring at the beauty on the poster, Yang Hao suddenly broke into a smile.

“What’s wrong with that guy? Is he some kind of creep?”

“Let’s get out of here—could be a subway pervert, scary.”

“Are we really this unlucky? He’s not bad-looking, though…”

“Come on, let’s move somewhere else.”

“….”

Yang Hao’s smile startled a group of nearby girls, who whispered among themselves before fleeing.

“Creep? The hell you are—your whole family’s creepy.”

Having scared off the girls, Yang Hao sensed the odd glances around him, feeling stifled.

“Hey, buddy, are you a fan of Goddess Zijing too?”

Just then, a sleazy-sounding voice appeared beside him, and Yang Hao noticed a slightly overweight nerd had settled in next to him.

Yang Hao eyed him suspiciously, saying nothing.

“I’m a fan of Goddess Zijing too. You like her, right?”

Seeing Yang Hao ignore him, the guy pressed on, undeterred.

“I do.”

Yang Hao replied blandly.

“What a coincidence. You look like a newcomer. As a seasoned male fan of Goddess Zijing, I ought to fill you in.”

The guy adjusted his black-framed glasses, launching into a lecture.

“Goddess Zijing debuted at seventeen, joined the Legendary Club, and became one of the few female pro gamers.”

“In her first year, in the then-popular FPS game 'Heaven’s Decision,' she defeated the three top snipers in a single match, earning legendary status.”

“In her second year, she served as captain of the Legendary team, led them to domestic victory, and claimed the national championship.”

“That same year, she took her team to the world stage, defeating all challengers with unstoppable momentum, and brought home the global finals trophy.”

“In her third year, Goddess Zijing shifted to…”

“…”

“To countless esports lovers, she’s a deity, a legend.”

“Three months ago, for reasons unknown, she terminated her contract with Legendary Club. Just when everyone thought her era had ended, she suddenly reappeared a month ago, forming her own women’s team and entering Battle Royale…”

The nerd grew more and more excited as he spoke, but when he turned to look, he found Yang Hao had closed his eyes at some point, clearly uninterested.

“Are you even listening?”

The guy was frustrated, realizing his monologue had been wasted.

“I’m listening. Keep praising her.”

Yang Hao opened his eyes, looking eager and smiling.

“Uh…”

Now it was the nerd’s turn to be dumbfounded.

“Let me tell you a secret—she’s my wife.” Yang Hao pointed proudly at the beauty on the poster.

“Get lost—the goddess is mine.”

The nerd snapped, glaring at Yang Hao before stomping away.

Yang Hao could only shrug.

One must accept reality, not self-deceive.

Half an hour later.

Following Uncle Lin’s directions, Yang Hao arrived at the gate of a two-story villa.

“Who are you looking for?”

He rang the bell, and soon a long-haired beauty opened the door, eyeing him warily.

“I’m here for my wife.”

Yang Hao replied sincerely.

Bang!

With a loud slam, the door that had just opened was firmly shut again.

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PS: A quick note!

The protagonist is absolutely not a loser. The first few chapters are meant to be light and humorous—just enjoy them. Love will come, and so will bread, so don’t be impatient!

You can think of the protagonist as a joker, or, if you prefer, a fool—I won’t argue.

The protagonist is a joker, a joker, a joker—important things must be said three times!

As for the heroine’s personality, let me clarify: she’s not indifferent to the protagonist. Behind her cold facade lies a true heart. If you read carefully, you’ll see it!

Trust me, keep reading and you’ll be pleasantly surprised!

If you really can’t get into it, I won’t force you—everyone has their own tastes.

Also, I want to stress: the protagonist isn’t some macho who can make the heroine obey with a flex. Progress must be made step by step, bite by bite.

This novel has only one female lead!