Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 1

The September weather was scorching. Sunlight pierced through heavy curtains into the classroom, pushing the temperature up another degree. The ceiling fan creaked as it spun, circulating waves of heat.

The students were taking a nap.

Jian Chun had her hands folded, leaning over her desk with a thin school uniform jacket draped over her shoulders. With her eyes closed, she looked quite well-behaved in her sleep.

The classroom door was pushed open by a non-residential student. Hurried footsteps woke several classmates, drawing occasional groans of annoyance. The newcomer nudged Jian Chun and whispered twice, “Sister Chun.”

Jian Chun was jolted awake. Her clear, dark eyes were filled with drowsiness. Like a lazy cat, she only needed a stretch and a yawn before her mind would clear. She turned to look at the girl beside her, Jing Ge. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her brows furrowed with displeasure.

Jing Ge said, “Sister Chun, we’ve cornered her.”

Jian Chun asked, “Who?”

Jing Ge smirked. “Yu Siyi.”

Yu Siyi?!

Jian Chun sucked in a breath of cold air. At the sound of that name, her mind snapped into focus, and her eyes cleared instantly. She blinked, making sure she hadn’t misheard. Her lips parted as if to ask something, but no words came out.

Seeing Jian Chun’s silence, Jing Ge continued, “A few of the sisters and I ran into her on the road. We told her she could leave if she just apologized to you, but she absolutely refused to open her mouth. Quite the tough one, isn’t she?”

After speaking, Jing Ge let out a cold laugh.

Jian Chun’s almond eyes flickered toward Jing Ge; she wanted to laugh too. Who exactly is the “tough one” here? You dare to mess with the Villain?

Jian Chun was a transmigrator. She had arrived in this world a month ago and, like many others, had searched everywhere but found no way back. Once she calmed down, she began to piece things together. She knew she had transmigrated into a GL (Girls’ Love) novel as a supporting female character.

In the book, this character was the school’s “Big Sister.” Because the original heroine, Feng Xue, had let her copy her homework, the character developed a long-term crush on her. Naturally, the more excellent the heroine became, the more inferior the supporting character felt. Later, when she discovered the heroine had a crush on Yu Siyi, she began to subtly target Yu Siyi as an imaginary rival.

Having read the book, Jian Chun knew that Yu Siyi was the story’s ultimate villain. Unfortunately, the original Jian Chun had been feuding with Yu Siyi for ages. Even though the current Jian Chun had warned her subordinates to stop provoking her, it seemed her warnings had fallen on deaf ears.

Jian Chun let out a long sigh and stood up. She straightened her clothes like a general donning armor and walked out with the aura of a “Big Sister.”

In a small grove not far from the teaching building, the shade was thick and the cicadas were buzzing. The teachers weren’t bored enough to patrol this area at this time of day.

When Jian Chun arrived, she saw three girls surrounding Yu Siyi. Yu Siyi was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. She stood with her back straight, her body lines taut and clean, possessing the slight awkwardness of an adolescent girl without a hint of excess.

Seeing Jian Chun, Yu Siyi shifted slightly. Her shoulder-length hair swayed in the breeze as she cast a cold gaze over. Her eyelashes trembled, making her picture-perfect face come alive.

Jian Chun’s gaze lingered uncontrollably for a long time before she pulled herself away. In a place where others couldn’t see, she rolled her eyes. She lamented inwardly, I just want to be a good person.

Her lackeys, however, clearly did not.

Jian Chun looked at Yu Siyi and said impatiently, “Why is it you again?”

A corner of Yu Siyi’s cold face twitched as her pale pink lips curled into a mocking smile. “What a coincidence.”

Jian Chun wanted to say “coincidence” too.

Jing Ge kicked a pebble on the ground and said in a non-negotiable tone, “Yu Siyi, apologize, and Sister Chun will let you go.”

Jian Chun glanced at Jing Ge, not wanting her to speak for her at all. However, this little group of hers caused trouble every day; if she didn’t keep a close eye on them, the school leadership would soon be calling her in for a talk.

Seeing another lackey about to speak, Jian Chun waved a hand and stepped in front of Yu Siyi. Even though she had to look up slightly at the taller girl, her momentum was not weak. “From now on, stay as far away from me as possible. Don’t provoke me.”

The person being warned looked back at Jian Chun with composure. Her amber pupils were ripples of stillness. Her hair stirred in the breeze, revealing the tips of her small ears and a pale collarbone. Yu Siyi blinked, her thin lips curving into an arc.

Jian Chun froze, her mind wandering for a split second. She smiled? Yu Siyi actually smiled?

Just as she was pondering this, she heard the familiar roar of the Grade Dean: “It’s you people again! Jian Chun! You’re bullying classmates again! Follow me to the office!”

Jian Chun turned her head. On the path, the pot-bellied Grade Dean was tirelessly bringing the full weight of the sunlight with him as he delved into the thick shade of the trees.

Jian Chun blinked hard and took one last look at the smiling Yu Siyi.

What the hell…

Jian Chun bit her lower lip, her whole body filled with regret.

Half an hour later, five people emerged from the Grade Dean’s office. Jian Chun looked gloomy.

“Damn it, that little bitch… I’ll deal with her once I finish writing this,” Jing Ge muttered.

Jian Chun wanted to curse too. Other than being a poor student, she had never broken the rules, and now she had to write a five-thousand-word self-reflection! Yu Siyi’s move was truly underhanded.

Lately, Jian Chun hadn’t gone looking for the heroine and was doing her homework herself. The teachers were gratified; even though her papers were mostly blank, she at least completed what she could.

Returning home, Jian Chun scanned her test papers to make sure she hadn’t missed any questions she knew how to answer, then began writing her self-reflection. It took three full hours to write just one thousand words. Her eyelids began to droop, and her head felt heavy. She eventually fell asleep at her desk.

In a quiet room, an alarm clock chirped like a distant bird. Sunlight filtered through light-colored curtains, making the room bright.

On the bed, Jian Chun slowly opened her eyes and blinked. Light fell upon her fair face, making her close her eyes again.

She had a dream last night. It felt so real and incredibly intimate. In her eighteen years of life, it was her first time experiencing such a thing. She couldn’t help but nuzzle her cheek against the quilt, savoring the feeling. The woman in the dream had been very proactive, very soft, and warm—much more comfortable to hold than a ragdoll.

Jian Chun burrowed further into the quilt. I’ve been single for too long if I’m having dreams like that. She had stayed up too late writing that reflection.

Just then, someone knocked on the door outside.

“Madam, it’s almost noon. Are you awake?”

The room was well-insulated, so Jian Chun didn’t hear clearly. she only caught the keywords “noon” and “awake.”

“Okay, coming.”

Jian Chun rolled out of bed in a daze, instinctively reaching for her clothes. She was used to preparing the next day’s outfit the night before. Her hand reached out, then slowly retracted. She felt nothing.

She looked down at her body. No wonder I felt a chill.

The air conditioner was running silently. As the quilt slid down, her eyes met countless red marks—hickeys—trailing from her collarbone downward, spreading across her chest and even appearing in more “private” places.

Was I bitten by mosquitoes?

Jian Chun didn’t have time to wonder why her sleeping posture was so wrong. She grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself up tightly. Then, she noticed her surroundings.

This was a strange environment. It was definitely not her small room! Jian Chun exhaled a muffled breath, trying to stay calm.

Again? Again?! I transmigrated again? Do I not have to finish the self-reflection?

A soft chuckle escaped her nose. Jian Chun was actually a bit happy. She climbed out of bed slowly, feeling a bit of discomfort. Her legs were weak, perhaps numb from staying in one position for too long.

She found a bathrobe and put it on—a simple belted robe. She tied the belt and pulled the open collar together. Walking into the walk-in closet, she looked at herself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror had long, straight hair and see-through bangs, revealing a pair of beautiful almond eyes. She looked about eighty to ninety percent like her previous self, but there was a subtle difference: every inch of this person, from her hair to her toes, exuded the charm of a mature woman. The V-shaped neckline showed a deep cleavage, a slender waist, and flawless skin. Jian Chun curled her lips at her reflection.

A captivating smile. She was very satisfied.

She looked around the room. It was large, with European-style wardrobes lining the walls in two rows. I’m actually quite wealthy. She pulled open a wardrobe door and scanned the contents. It was a row of formal clothes; it seemed her “self” was already working. Opening another wardrobe, she found it packed with winter clothes.

When she woke up, she had glanced out the window and noticed snow accumulated on the branches, so she knew the season. She changed into some clothes and looked in the mirror, very pleased.

Curiosity drove Jian Chun to figure out her current situation quickly. As she stepped out of the room, she was met with another small shock. The luxurious decor and furnishings made her smile widen. She seemed very rich. There was nothing more beautiful than waking up to find yourself a wealthy woman.

Jian Chun retracted her gaze and headed down to the first floor. Someone greeted her: “Madam, breakfast has been reheated. There are the soup dumplings you like.”

Jian Chun looked at the woman who spoke. She was slightly plump, wearing an apron, and dressed meticulously—likely the family’s housekeeper. Jian Chun frowned slightly at the word “Madam” but gave a noncommittal “Mhm.”

She did happen to like soup dumplings.

The table was spread with a Chinese-style breakfast. The faint sunlight through the glass windows cast a gentle glow over the bright room. As Jian Chun sat in the sun, she heard the giggling of a little girl outside.

The girl looked no more than four or five years old, dressed in pink like a round little ball. She charged in like a cannonball and crashed into Jian Chun’s arms. “Mommy!”

Jian Chun’s heart skipped a beat. Her smile slowly stiffened. It seems I am a wealthy woman with a daughter.

She began to wonder who her “other half” was. If they were good-looking, she could at least bear the sight of them; if not, it would be quite distressing. As she was lost in thought, another nanny came over to pick up the girl.

“Niannian, Madam needs to eat breakfast. Why don’t you go watch some cartoons first?” the nanny coaxed.

Niannian shifted in the nanny’s arms. Hearing this, she nodded obediently and said in a milky voice, “Then Mommy be a good girl and eat, and then come play with me!”

Jian Chun smiled. Looking at the little girl’s face, she felt a sense of familiarity. Such a beautiful child—the genes must have come from her.

Jian Chun finished her meal with a complex heart, feeling both anxious and conflicted. If this family is happy and perfect, wouldn’t I be an intruder?

After breakfast, she spent some time watching TV with the little girl. During that time, the nanny taking care of Niannian stayed close by, and Jian Chun couldn’t fish for any information. Feeling a bit sleepy—likely due to the “bad sleep” last night—she ate a small lunch and headed back upstairs.

Niannian wanted to play more, but she was considerate of Jian Chun. They made a pact for Jian Chun to read her a fairy tale in the evening, and she went back to playing on her own.

Just as Jian Chun went upstairs, someone walked in from the outside. The housekeeper called out “Miss” with eagerness, and Niannian called out “Mother” obediently. Compared to her lively self with Jian Chun, she was much more restrained.

Upstairs, Jian Chun was changing back into her pajamas when she heard the door click open. In the quiet space, the sound was exceptionally loud. Her instinctive reaction was to pull her robe up to cover her chest. Her eyes darted toward the door.

It was a woman.

She had longish, chestnut curly hair and an enchanting face. She wore a tan coat over her tall, slender frame, her hands tucked into her pockets. She wore a pair of pink cotton slippers, stepping across the carpet toward Jian Chun like a lotus blooming with every step.

Jian Chun froze, all her movements slowing down. She was certain that when the woman saw her, she let out a faint smile.

“Chun-bao.” (Chun-treasure).

The woman approached Jian Chun and reached out. Her warm hand wrapped around Jian Chun’s lower back as she lowered her head slightly and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jian Chun’s lips. It was warm, soft, and lingering.

Jian Chun’s almond eyes trembled, filled with disbelief. As the robe’s belt slipped to the crook of her arm, the woman pulled it back up to her shoulder as if dressing herself, tenderly wrapping the robe around her and fastening it for her.

Jian Chun lost all ability to act. Even her speech center seemed to have shut down.

Yu Siyi.

This woman was Yu Siyi! The same Yu Siyi who had smiled at her when she was looking for trouble in school.