Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 15

The first class of the afternoon was Jian Chun’s physics period. As the midday break had just ended, the students were slumped lazily over their desks. Jian Chun tapped the lectern, and the classroom slowly stirred into life.

The student on duty came up to wipe the blackboard, the music monitor rallied the class to sing a few lines to wake everyone up, and the class representative took the initiative to turn on the computer. Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Teaching for the first time, Jian Chun had done a great deal of mental preparation. Back when she was a student, she hadn’t been the most cooperative; she usually drifted off in class and would draw a total blank if called upon. Whenever there was a mandatory presentation, she would procrastinate until the very last second. Now, however, she not only had to teach, but she had to be efficient.

Before high school, Jian Chun’s grades had been excellent—she rarely lost more than a few points in Physics. She knew she had the ability; she just lacked the confidence.

With her lesson materials on a flash drive projected onto the blackboard, Jian Chun spoke at a steady pace, her voice neither too loud nor too soft. She tried her best to teach using the methods she had used to learn, remembering every point Yu Siyi had coached her on. Her most frequent question to the class was, “Did I make that clear?”

The students nodded in agreement, and she moved on to the next topic.

The Aftermath of the Lesson

When the bell rang, the flower tea in her thermos was at the perfect temperature. Jian Chun took a sip and let out a sigh of relief. As the students began their break, she scanned the room while she drank.

She called the class representative, a boy named Wen Huang, to assign the homework. Wen Huang proactively brought up his workbook and textbook.

“Do these pages in the workbook, but skip this specific problem,” Jian Chun instructed, her voice slightly raspy. She flipped through the textbook and circled the required questions, noting the date for today’s assignment. “Hand it in tomorrow morning.”

Wen Huang nodded and turned to the designated homework area on the blackboard to write down the Physics assignment.

Jian Chun lingered for a moment, asking the students in the front row, “Did you understand today’s points? Was my explanation too complicated?”

The two girls in the front row smiled and nodded. “Teacher Jian, you explained it very clearly.”

“We actually previewed the material beforehand, so it felt alright,” the other added.

“That’s good. If you have any questions, feel free to ask,” Jian Chun said. The two girls blushed, looking at her with admiration.

The Confrontation

Jian Chun’s gaze eventually locked onto Jin Ziye. The tall boy sat at the very back of the classroom, hidden behind a thick stack of books. Had he not looked up occasionally, she might have missed him entirely.

She had asked the former headteacher about Jin Ziye. His family was well-off, but his parents’ divorce and remarriage had taken a toll on him, leaving him paranoid and rebellious. With students like him, logic and reasoning rarely worked.

With a few minutes left before the next period, Jian Chun walked to his desk. She pulled up a chair and sat down. “How was the lesson? Could you hear me from all the way back here?”

Jin Ziye glanced at her, said nothing, and lowered his head. Jian Chun realized he was playing on his phone. This was a direct challenge to her authority. Instead of snatching it immediately, she watched him play with a cold gaze.

On the screen, his character was failing miserably, and his opponent was taunting him. Jian Chun couldn’t stand it anymore. “Are you really that bad? Retreat! Can’t you see your teammate is about to die? Use your skills! Why are you looking at me? You’re a noob; you’re going to die.”

The surrounding students realized Jin Ziye had been caught red-handed. On the screen, his health bar hit zero. Jin Ziye didn’t bother respawning; instead, he glared at her.

“You can’t even beat an elementary schooler. How embarrassing,” Jian Chun said, swiftly snatching the phone. “Confiscated. Come to my office after school.”

Jin Ziye stood up, looking down at her threateningly. “Don’t get too cocky.”

Jian Chun smirked. “I should be saying that to you. You can’t play, and you can’t even hold your own in an argument. Why are you such a waste?”

The onlookers gasped. They hadn’t expected Teacher Jian to be this sharp. Most of them now looked at Jin Ziye as if he were a “gaming failure.” Jin Ziye swore under his breath and looked around fiercely, scaring the other students into looking away.

The Alleyway Brawl

Jin Ziye didn’t show up after school, nor was he there for evening self-study. The next day during Math class, Jian Chun didn’t go back to her office. Instead, she sat next to him to grade papers, forcing him to feel the pressure of her constant presence.

That evening, as the February air began to warm up during the day but remained chilly at night, Jian Chun adjusted her scarf to cover half her face. As she stepped out of the school gates, she spotted Jin Ziye—who should have been in self-study—walking out.

She sent a quick text to her driver and followed him. He crossed a pedestrian bridge and ducked into a dim alley filled with various shops—internet cafes, flashy hair salons, and a market entrance.

Inside the alley, Jian Chun saw Jin Ziye blocked by four teenagers. One long-haired boy sneered, “Jin Ziye, you’ve got guts coming here alone this time.”

“Are you acting in a play? Too much talking,” Jin Ziye replied in his usual arrogant tone.

Jian Chun stepped forward. “Are you planning to fight?”

Jin Ziye turned, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “What does it have to do with you, you busybody?”

One of the other boys laughed. “Jin Ziye, are you sick? You brought an audience to a fight? Hey, pretty lady, why don’t you just cheer for us instead?”

A boy stepped forward to push Jian Chun away. Jin Ziye moved to intervene, but the others surrounded him. “You busybody, don’t go looking for trouble!” he snapped at her.

However, before Jin Ziye could do anything, the boy approaching Jian Chun was suddenly shoved back, hitting the ground with a cry of pain. Everyone froze as they saw the petite teacher charging in, using her heavy thermos like a mace. She swung with precision, striking them until they retreated in fear. A metal thermos full of water hurts when it hits your face.

Jin Ziye stood there, eyes wide, staring at his “fragile” female teacher in total shock.

The Real Surprise

Half an hour later, Jian Chun sent Jin Ziye home in a taxi. They were silent the whole way. After dropping him off, she took the cab back to her own place. She had even bought a bottle of safflower oil for each of them to treat their bruises.

Building a ‘revolutionary friendship’ with a kid like that is exhausting, she thought, rubbing her aching arm.

Her phone vibrated. It was Yu Siyi. Even though Jian Chun had mentioned wanting to separate, Yu Siyi still called her every day. It was frustrating.

She finally picked up as she reached her doorstep. “What is it? What’s the rush?”

“Where are you?” Yu Siyi’s voice was as gentle as ever.

“At home,” Jian Chun lied, looking at the brightly lit villa. “Where else would I be? I’m going to bed. We’ll talk this weekend.”

“Wait.”

“Yu Siyi, I’m really tired. I’m not in the mood to chat,” Jian Chun said irritably. She pushed the door open with her elbow, her other arm hanging limply from the fight.

She changed her shoes and walked into the living room, her eyes squinting against the sudden light. In the hazy glow, a familiar figure appeared on the sofa.

It was Yu Siyi.

Jian Chun froze. Wasn’t Yu Siyi supposed to be away on a promotional tour? Why was she here?

Yu Siyi stood up, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, looking radiant as she walked toward her. She tilted her head, phone still pressed to her ear, and a smirk played on her red lips.

“Jian Chun… surprise.”

Jian Chun: ”