Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 10

Because of the environment she grew up in, Jian Chun might have been a bit of a loner, but she was never someone others could easily push around. She had a temper and knew how to hold a grudge; she certainly wasn’t going to tolerate He Yin’s inexplicable hostility.

Jian Chun glanced at the fuming He Yin, then stood at the door as if nothing had happened, waiting for Yi Xueyang to catch up.

Yi Xueyang didn’t hold back her laughter. It was quite loud as she hooked her arm through Jian Chun’s and led her away. Before Jian Chun could even speak, Yi Xueyang said gleefully, “In the future, just stay away from her. That woman is a total lunatic.”

“How so?” Jian Chun asked.

“It’s not the first day she’s been so passive-aggressive,” Yi Xueyang said, nudging Jian Chun’s arm. “You both started at this school around the same time, but you’ve outperformed her in every way. Remember that Chinese teacher Director Wang tried to set you up with? Word is, He Yin used to chase after him…”

Jian Chun nodded, starting to piece it together. Love turned to hate? Then she realized something. “Wait, someone was trying to set me up?”

“Oh, come on, you’re young, and there are plenty of single teachers around,” Yi Xueyang said.

Seeing Yi Xueyang’s “experienced” look, Jian Chun decided to keep her married status a secret. Since few people knew she was married to Yu Siyi, there was no need for them to find out once they eventually divorced.

“The Class 10 homeroom teacher is on maternity leave,” Yi Xueyang continued. “I heard He Yin fought hard for the position, but it ended up going to you instead. She’s obsessed.”

“I’ll keep my distance,” Jian Chun promised.

“I think that’ll be hard,” Yi Xueyang remarked. “She was hostile even when you weren’t working with the same class. Now, you’re sharing an office.”

“Well, at least I’m not the one getting upset,” Jian Chun replied with a shrug.

The afternoon meeting was Jian Chun’s first formal faculty session. Her strategy was simple: talk less, observe more. She diligently took notes and matched names to the faces of the school leadership. By the end of the day, she felt mentally refreshed—though every time her eyes met He Yin’s, sparks flew in a way only they noticed.

In the evening, it was time to distribute textbooks. Back in Class 10, Jian Chun gathered the class committee and sent the boys downstairs to help carry the heavy stacks.

Sitting at the teacher’s podium, Jian Chun watched the students work. Their school was the top-ranked key middle school in C City. Class 10 was an average class, perpetually battling to stay out of last place in the grade rankings, though its top student could still break into the grade’s top thirty.

Jian Chun studied the students’ grades carefully. She wanted to be the kind of teacher she never had—fair and attentive to both the top performers and those struggling at the bottom.

Once the books were distributed, she stood and wrote her name on the chalkboard with steady, forceful strokes: Jian Chun.

“Hello, everyone. Let me introduce myself. I am your new homeroom teacher, Jian Chun. I will also be teaching your Physics class. If you have any issues with your studies or personal life, you can come to me.”

She wrote her office number and phone number below her name. The students applauded, and Jian Chun felt a swell of pride, though her throat was beginning to feel dry from all the talking.

After a long series of instructions to the class committee and collecting the students’ cell phones—which she found to be the most satisfying part of her day—the final bell finally rang.

Walking out with Yi Xueyang, Jian Chun felt exhausted. “Being a homeroom teacher is harder than I thought. My throat is killing me.”

Yi Xueyang laughed and offered her a lozenge. Jian Chun declined, remembering the floral tea and lozenges the nanny had tucked into her bag that morning.

“Yu Siyi’s new drama premieres tonight,” Yi Xueyang said suddenly. “Sitting through those two study hall sessions felt like I was missing out on a billion dollars.”

Jian Chun froze while wrapping her scarf. “You like Yu Siyi that much?”

“Don’t you?” Yi Xueyang countered.

Jian Chun remained silent.

“People from C City should love her even more,” Yi Xueyang continued. “The school uses her as a role model to encourage students. There’s hardly anyone here who isn’t proud of her.”

“Aren’t they worried about students wasting time on celebrity worship?” Jian Chun asked, bewildered.

“She’s a pillar of inspiration,” Yi Xueyang whispered. “She has no scandals, she’s low-profile in her private life and high-profile in her work. Compared to idols who haven’t even finished their basic education, she’s the one the school trusts most.”

Jian Chun was stunned. Yu Siyi’s reputation was an impenetrable fortress of perfection. She had hoped that with Yu Siyi out of town, she could escape her shadow, but her presence was everywhere.

“Though,” Yi Xueyang added gossipingly, “some people say she was caught in a scandal with Rong Zhen. Yu Siyi is in her mid-twenties now. Every other ‘scandal’ was debunked, but Rong Zhen… he’s decent. He’s powerful, talented in both music and film, and very low-profile.”

Jian Chun’s eyes lit up. “Is that true?” Her voice trembled with a hint of hidden joy.

“It’s been on the trending searches several times. I think they’re a good match.”

Jian Chun nodded vigorously. If Yu Siyi likes someone else, does that mean we can have an amicable divorce? She had thought physical distance would fade their feelings, but a “change of heart” on Yu Siyi’s part would be even better.

As soon as she got into her car, Jian Chun pulled up Weibo. Sure enough, the top result was Yu Siyi x Rong Zhen. Marketing accounts were posting side-by-side photos of the two, looking like a “couple profile picture.” There was even a video of Rong Zhen gallantly supporting her arm as she stepped onto a stage.

Jian Chun let out a “tsk” of approval. Rong Zhen looked refined and mature—not at all like the “pretty boy” types popular these days. The comments were full of fans giving their blessings.

Jian Chun wasn’t jealous; she just felt a sense of relief. She was just about to dive deeper into the rabbit hole when a video call request popped up on her screen.

Seeing the name, Jian Chun’s expression immediately soured. She took a deep breath and answered with a cold tone:

“Yu Siyi, what do you want?