Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 2

Jian Chun’s expression was stiff.

She prided herself on having a very resilient mindset. She felt she could handle a sudden transmigration, even if she had become a character destined to be “cannon fodder.”

She knew the plot’s trajectory; she knew how to change her future. What she hadn’t expected was that when she woke up, the book’s greatest villain, Yu Siyi, would be standing right in front of her.

And their relationship was… good?

This was far beyond “good.” This was full-blown intimacy.

No, maybe it’s just a very trendy, Western-style greeting?

Jian Chun’s once-calm composure was crumbling by the second. Had she transmigrated several years into the future? Was she actually with Yu Siyi now?

Jian Chun tried to soothe herself with various excuses. Her lips twitched as she tried to force a smile, only for her face to gradually sag back into a look of despair.

You have to understand: she and this villain did not get along.

Yu Siyi didn’t seem to notice Jian Chun’s internal crisis. She reached out, her slender, pale fingertips tucking a stray lock of hair behind Jian Chun’s ear.

“Have you eaten yet?” Yu Siyi asked, her voice soft.

Such gentle words, a voice laced with a smile, an attitude devoid of any hostility… Jian Chun was certain she was dreaming.

Jian Chun feigned composure and said, “I ate.”

Yu Siyi affectionately flicked the tip of Jian Chun’s nose. Her fingers were warm, while Jian Chun’s nose was slightly cool—it felt like a hot stone dropping into an ice spring. In such close proximity, Yu Siyi’s light breath fanned across Jian Chun’s face, blooming into a layer of heat that sent ripples through her heart.

Jian Chun’s spirit wavered. Her mind began to wander, and her gaze drifted elsewhere.

The woman brushed against her earlobe, her voice dropping to a murmur. “I rushed back specifically to eat with you, but I still didn’t make it in time.”

Jian Chun continued her polite, hollow smile.

“Then go eat quickly,” Jian Chun heard her own voice say.

Yu Siyi didn’t leave. Her breath traveled from Jian Chun’s ear to her cheek, and then to her lips. Yu Siyi tilted her head, her lips grazing the corner of Jian Chun’s mouth as if tasting the most delicious dessert. How could a mere taste ever be enough?

Yu Siyi held Jian Chun in her arms with movements that were soft and soothing. She knew every one of Jian Chun’s sensitive spots; with just a little teasing, it was like flipping a master switch.

Jian Chun let out a few muffled groans. Her hands, struggling to push her away, accidentally pressed against a certain soft area. After pushing a few times, she finally realized what she was touching.

Yu Siyi stopped moving. The smile on her lips deepened, her expression showing zero surprise.

Jian Chun’s breathing slowed. Like a thief trying to act natural, she tried to regulate her breath, trapped in a state of inexplicable embarrassment and shock.

Yu Siyi gave a light cough. Her eyes looked reproachful, but her tone was incredibly doting. “That’s enough. Don’t provoke me anymore.”

Jian Chun’s face was flushed. She met Yu Siyi’s gaze with a look of accusation. After the initial shock, her cheeks burned even hotter. She looked away, her eyes landing on the floor.

The other woman’s hair fell against her skin, feeling slightly prickly and itchy.

As Jian Chun kept her head down, her gaze fell to her waist. She noticed that the hand resting there had moved down; her buttons had been undone at some point, and she could no longer hide the marks on her skin.

Earlier, she had thought they were mosquito bites. Now, Jian Chun had a pretty good idea of what they actually were.

Yu Siyi noticed where Jian Chun was looking. She patted a certain spot and said in a mischievous tone, “I’ll stay with you tonight. Be good.”

Jian Chun: “…”

Wow, the sheer nerve of this woman.

Jian Chun was thin-skinned; she felt a bizarre sense of guilt, as if she were the “other woman” in her own life.

Finally released, Jian Chun quickly threw on her pajamas. She shot a furious glare at Yu Siyi and, without a word, bolted toward the bed. She rolled over, yanked the quilt over her, and turned herself into a giant human spring roll.

Yu Siyi stood there for a while. Seeing the person on the bed had even tucked their head under the covers, her smile didn’t fade.

“So shy,” Yu Siyi murmured softly. She picked up the clothes that had been dropped, folded them neatly, and set them aside.

A moment later, there was a click as the door closed.

The sound of retreating footsteps, the snow falling outside the window, the rise and fall of her breath, and the drum-like thumping of her heart.

Jian Chun opened her eyes and poked half her head out. Her rapid breathing made her face feel damp, and her skin was still flushed. She squeezed the quilt between her legs and stared blankly out the window.

No matter how lacking in morals she might be, she had never thought she would be with Yu Siyi—

It could have been anyone, but it shouldn’t have been Yu Siyi.

However, it was hard to admit… even to herself. When she was being kissed, a corner of her heart had felt… pleased.

Jian Chun covered her head. The ancients didn’t lie: “Food and sex are human nature.” So… so if a person is beautiful enough, everything is permitted?

Jian Chun tossed and turned, gritting her teeth and letting out a low, regretful groan. She thought back to her weak legs this morning.

After being wrapped in the quilt for a while, her drowsiness was completely scared away. Her eyes shifted and she saw something on the nightstand she had previously ignored.

On the nightstand sat a photograph with a soft, pale color palette. One woman was lying amidst white and pink flower petals, while another was pressed on top of her, their lips inches apart.

The scene was sensual; the people in the photo clearly belonged to each other.

Because it was a profile shot, Jian Chun hadn’t noticed one of the faces earlier. Even though the woman was wearing makeup, she looked exactly like her.

In this half-body shot, the person being pinned down had her chin tilted up, her eyes half-closed, and her long, thick lashes curled. She wore a sweet, satisfied expression, looking like an earnest invitation.

Unfortunately, that person really was the spitting image of Jian Chun.

Jian Chun closed her eyes helplessly. She felt like she had been forced to open the door to a new world, yet she didn’t dare let certain thoughts take root.

After a long time, her heartbeat steadied. She got up and rummaged through a wide desk in the room.

The desk was large, holding a computer. To the left were several folders and a stack of books; to the right was a mug. She picked up a folder and looked at it. The label read: Class 1-9.

Jian Chun knit her brows in confusion and flipped through a few pages.

The first page was a roster: names of students in Class 1-9 of Hanhai High School, their home addresses, contact information, and other details.

Following that were exam results—the overall rankings as well as individual Physics scores. They looked terrible. Scores above 60 were rare, and scores above 80 were practically nonexistent. The student in first place had a 90 in Physics, but seemed to have a serious imbalance, as their Chinese grade was also only in the 90s.

Jian Chun scoffed. This is way too poor.

But then she looked at the lesson plans…

Wait—these lesson plans?

Jian Chun carefully read a few pages and then flipped back to the front cover.

Teacher: Jian Chun.

Jian Chun?!

How many more shocks was today going to give her? Her own Physics grades had been trash, and her other subjects weren’t much better. In her last monthly exam, she had been at the very bottom of the rankings. And they wanted her to be a Physics teacher?

Jian Chun’s lip twitched. Looking at that neat, orderly handwriting, her previously mocking expression completely shattered.

Refusing to believe it, she searched the drawers again. She found a meal card for Hanhai High School and a teacher’s certificate—various bits and pieces that confirmed her current identity.

“Ah—!” Jian Chun let out a frustrated, muffled scream.

With a thud, she collapsed onto the soft bed. She lay there flat as a pancake.

She couldn’t just sit here and wait for death. Jian Chun closed her eyes. She had to go back to sleep and hope she’d wake up to a plot where she could actually leave.

The sky gradually darkened. A soft noise woke Jian Chun up.

Her head felt heavy and groggy. She fumbled for the wall lamp and checked the time; it was already 6:00 PM. Just then, there was a knock-knock sound.

Jian Chun sat up straight, assuming a dignified posture, even taking a second to tug at her collar.

“Mama, are you up?”

It was the little girl’s voice. She was still in the stage of learning to speak; every word was drawn out and high-pitched.

Jian Chun felt a sense of relief, but then her mind began to wander again.

Did I give birth to her? Jian Chun touched her stomach.

“Niannian, come in.”

Hearing the voice, the little girl grabbed the handle with both hands and opened the door. She ran over happily, waddling like a little pink penguin.

Seeing Jian Chun still sitting on the bed, Niannian kicked off her shoes and scrambled up, rolling toward Jian Chun like a little snowball.

“Niannian, what did you do this afternoon?” Jian Chun asked, humoring the child.

“Learning Pinyin!” Niannian spoke clearly. She was much more obedient and sensible than the bratty kids Jian Chun had seen before.

“How much do you know now?”

“I know all of them!” Niannian said, beaming with a bit of pride.

Jian Chun praised her. “That’s amazing.”

“Mother said Mama is smarter than Niannian. You knew them when you were even smaller than me,” Niannian said.

With just one sentence, Jian Chun’s thoughts were sent spinning again.

Mother? Mama?

Jian Chun asked, “Niannian, do you know when Mama got married?”

“I know that!” Niannian acted like a lucky student picked by a teacher, eager to show off. “Mother said you got married when you were in high school!”

When she saw that wedding photo, she should have realized the reality of her marriage to Yu Siyi.

Taking a sharp breath, Jian Chun felt she could still struggle a little longer. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She wanted to cry because she really was married. But she wanted to laugh at the child’s innocence. Married in high school? What the hell?

In high school, they were like fire and water—they couldn’t stand the sight of each other.

At least she had found out the information she wanted, even if the answer was less than ideal.

Jian Chun sighed and asked the child, “Then, how do you write your name?”

Niannian’s metaphorical tail wagged with joy. “The ‘Jian’ from ‘jiandan’ (simple), and the ‘Nian’ from ‘nianxiang’ (yearning). I can write it all by myself!”

The “Jian” from “jiandan”?

“Jian Niannian?”

Jian Chun’s brows knit tight.