Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 36

The summer was as scorching as any other, with the relentless drone of cicadas echoing across the campus. For the rising seniors of Hanhai High School, summer break didn’t exist; it was merely a change of floors to a higher level, a countdown to the college entrance exams.

On the day of the classroom move, Yu Siyi received a call. Her family had sent someone, and she was expected home.

Yu Siyi’s relationship with her parents was one of cold, structured convenience. Born from a business alliance, she was the “perfect product” of two powerful families. Once she was old enough to secure her inheritance, her parents—Xu Yuchan and Yu Wencai—stopped pretending to be a happy couple, signed their divorce papers, and went off to pursue their “true loves.”

The Cold Reunion

Yu Siyi met her mother, Xu Yuchan, at a five-star hotel. Xu Yuchan looked at her eldest daughter with a mix of guilt and pride. To her, Yu Siyi was a stranger who happened to possess all the best traits of her lineage—tall, strikingly beautiful, and impeccably composed.

“Siyi, sit closer. Mama wants to look at you,” Xu Yuchan said, her smile awkward.

Yu Siyi didn’t move. She sat three seats away, spinning the Lazy Susan to bring the lemon water to her side. When her mother tried to order “steamed eggs”—her supposed childhood favorite—Yu Siyi replied flatly, “I don’t like those anymore.”

The conversation was a series of sharp jabs. Xu Yuchan spoke of her grandfather’s wishes for Siyi to study abroad or attend his 70th birthday party in City A.

“You haven’t been back in years,” Xu Yuchan sighed. “Your grandparents miss you. Why haven’t you called?”

“Then why didn’t they come to see me?” Yu Siyi countered.

The logic was undeniable. The grandparents were living abroad, and the mother was busy with a second child from another marriage. Yu Siyi had spent her life with a nanny, growing up in a house that was never quite a home.

Yu Siyi finished her meal quickly, leaving the food her mother had piled into her bowl untouched. She walked out of the hotel and into the crowded commercial street, refusing to take the family car.

The Girl Under the Sun

The heat of the street felt better than the artificial chill of the hotel. However, Yu Siyi had a secret: she had no sense of direction. Having been driven everywhere her entire life, she was a genius at academics but a disaster at navigating City C’s sprawling commercial districts.

She didn’t own a bus card. She didn’t understand the subway map. Just as she was about to call her friend Zhu Feifei in frustration, she spotted a familiar figure.

It was Jian Chun.

At this time, Jian Chun had only been in this “transmigrated” world for two days. She was still adjusting to her new life, but her personality was already vastly different—vibrant, talkative, and seemingly unaware of her past animosity toward Yu Siyi.

Jian Chun, with her high ponytail and clear eyes, noticed someone following her. She turned around, stunned for a second by Yu Siyi’s beauty.

“Are you following me?” Jian Chun asked. “Wait… do you need a yuan for the bus? Is this some kind of scam?”

Yu Siyi stared at her. “The bus costs two yuan.”

Jian Chun laughed. “I knew it! You’re trying to play me.”

But as the conversation continued, Yu Siyi admitted the truth: “I’m lost. I want to walk with you.”

Jian Chun froze, then beamed. “Oh! Why didn’t you say so? I thought you were a beggar.”

She boldly slung an arm around Yu Siyi’s shoulder. It was the first time Yu Siyi had been touched so casually. Her body went stiff, and she instinctively brushed Jian Chun’s hand away. “Sorry, I’m not used to being close to people.”

“No worries! It’s too hot for that anyway,” Jian Chun chirped.

“Who Are You?”

As they walked, Jian Chun introduced herself. “I’m Jian Chun. What’s your name?”

Yu Siyi’s brow furrowed. “You don’t recognize me?”

Jian Chun let out a silly laugh, scratching her head. She had only been in this world for forty-eight hours; she knew the names of the characters in the book, but she hadn’t connected the faces yet.

“You’re so pretty,” Jian Chun blurted out, her eyes constantly drifting to Yu Siyi’s profile.

They reached the school gates. Jian Chun was babbling about maps and shortcuts through the woods, while Yu Siyi listened in silence. It was a strange sensation—someone talking to her without an agenda, without fear, and without the baggage of their shared history.

When they reached the high school building, Jian Chun asked, “What grade are you in?”

“Senior year,” Yu Siyi replied.

“Great! We’re together then.”

They climbed the stairs to the fifth floor. Yu Siyi turned right. Jian Chun followed, curious to see which class this “pretty girl” belonged to. They passed Class 9… Class 2…

Yu Siyi turned into Class 1.

Jian Chun’s smile froze. She looked at the sign: Class 1. Wait. I’m in Class 1.

Yu Siyi turned around and gave Jian Chun a smile—a real, breathtaking smile that made Jian Chun’s scalp go numb.

“Siyi! You’re back!” a classmate called out. “I thought you went home?”

Siyi? Yu Siyi?

The legendary, beautiful villain from the book?

Jian Chun took two steps forward, her voice trembling. “You… you’re Yu Siyi?”

Yu Siyi nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The “lost, gloomy girl” from the street was gone, replaced by the “Queen” of the school, surrounded by admirers.

Jian Chun could only manage one response.

She smiled back, though it felt more like a grimace of impending doom.