Chapter 1

I thought I was being considerate by asking my parents from the countryside to come and take care of my wife after she gave birth. But she was unhappy with the elderly couple and complained about everything.

She even accused them of abusing her and insisted on kicking them out.

After my parents left, she went back to work, but her monthly salary wasn't even enough to cover the nanny's fees.

Yet she still constantly suspected me of having an affair with the nanny.

I couldn't take it anymore and divorced her.

Until I woke up in her body and realized how terribly wrong I had been.

A baby's cry pierced the air. My body felt like it was in an oven. I opened my heavy eyelids and instinctively called out to my wife, "Iris, what are you doing? Come and soothe the baby—"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I froze.

Why was I speaking in my wife's—no, my ex-wife's voice?

Just yesterday, we had a huge fight and got divorced.

We were college classmates and got married soon after graduation. Our relationship was great until Iris gave birth. After that, she became increasingly extreme.

I thought I was being considerate by asking my parents from the countryside to come and take care of her, but she was unhappy with the elderly couple and complained about everything.

She even told me they were abusing her and insisted on kicking them out.

After my parents left, she went back to work, but her monthly salary wasn't even enough to cover the nanny's fees.

Yet she still constantly suspected me of having an affair with the nanny.

Thinking about how I no longer had to face her bitter expression, I was so happy that I booked a luxurious private room and called my friends out for drinks to celebrate finally getting rid of her.

...

I gasped and quickly looked down at my arms. The smooth, fair skin was unmistakably Iris's.

Then I glanced at the baby girl lying next to me, not even as long as my arm. An absurd thought struck me.

Not only had I transmigrated into Iris's body, but I had also gone back to when we had just given birth to our daughter.

Could it be that Iris had transmigrated into my body?

With this thought, I quickly unlocked Iris's phone and called myself.

After a moment, the other end picked up. I tentatively asked, "Iris?"

Iris also asked, "Hugo?"

Well, it seemed we had indeed swapped bodies.

Compared to my gloom, Iris didn't seem worried at all. In fact, she sounded excited and eager.

"We don't know when we'll switch back, but since I just gave birth, why don't you stay at home and take care of the baby for a while? Honey, leave the money-making to me. Don't worry, I promise to keep you and our daughter well-fed and happy."

That sweet "honey" startled me. She hadn't called me that affectionately since our daughter turned one. Yesterday during the divorce, she even scratched my face, leaving bloody marks.

"You haven't worked in so long. Can you handle it? Don't mess things up."

"Hmph, don't look down on me. It's only been a year since I stopped working. If it weren't for Ulla, I might be your boss by now."

Iris hung up the phone briskly.

Thankfully, she didn't have memories of the future. Otherwise, who knows how she might seek revenge.

I wiped the sticky sweat off my body and resigned myself to picking up the wailing baby girl to bathe her.

In the living room, my mom was nowhere to be seen. My dad was watching a football game on the couch while eating watermelon, with a large fan blowing directly at him. He looked utterly comfortable.

I complained, "Dad, can you check if the air conditioner in my room is broken? I just turned it on but there's no response."

He glanced back at me indifferently, "Your mom said you use the air conditioner too much and the electricity bill is skyrocketing. She unplugged it."

"..."

What a joke. Although my mom was an old lady from the countryside, she was only stingy with herself and quite generous with her family.

The unpleasant sweat sticking to my body made me too impatient to argue. I hurriedly took my daughter, who looked like she had just been fished out of water, to bathe.

Iris loved beauty and stayed slim throughout her pregnancy and after giving birth. Compared to women who became as fat as pigs after having children, I was secretly pleased.

However, when I tried to breastfeed the baby and she couldn't suck out much milk even after a long time, crying loudly in frustration, my excitement turned into resentment.

She was too selfish. Couldn't she have waited until the baby was weaned before losing weight?

I put on some underwear and carried the baby out of the bathroom, feeling full of resentment.

Seeing my dad sitting casually in the living room, the heavy yet clear feeling on my chest reminded me that I had forgotten to put on a shirt. I screamed and quickly ran back to the bathroom, awkwardly putting on a nightgown.

The thought of my wife's body being seen by my dad made me indescribably embarrassed. Just as I was about to walk past pretending nothing had happened, he suddenly spoke up.

"Iris, don't worry. I didn't see anything."

I had made eye contact with him at that moment. Him saying this seemed more like deliberately reminding me. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything.

I glanced at my dad's smiling face and felt his smile was a bit lewd and uncomfortable.

Maybe it was due to Iris's body lacking sleep, making it easy to overthink things.

I carried my daughter back to the bedroom, clumsily preparing formula milk and changing diapers. Finally, I managed to soothe the little ancestor to sleep.

I wiped off my sweat and let out a long sigh.

When mom comes back from grocery shopping, I can just hand the baby to her to take care of.