Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 47.2

In a large workplace like a school, the veteran teachers always enjoyed playing the role of friendly mediators and matchmakers. They had a high opinion of Jian Chun; she was beautiful, tempered with a good personality, and had outperformed several other candidates to take the top spot in the physics department during her entrance exams.

Her colleague, Yi Xueyang, rushed over as soon as class ended to see Jian Chun’s daughter, only to find the office already crowded.

Everyone had come to see the “rarity.” Even Ms. Ke, Jian Chun’s former form teacher, was there. With a face touched by the kindness of age, she cooed, “Niannian, how about Grandma teaches you some math?”

“Ms. Ke, isn’t teaching her math a waste of your talents?” someone joked.

“Look at the problems she’s solving, though—not a single mistake!”

The office was a cacophony of voices. Outside, students from Class 9 and Class 10 peered through the windows. To them, Jian Chun looked like their contemporary; the fact that she already had a child was mind-blowing.

“The little sister looks so soft. How old is she?”

“Look at all that hair! My baby sister only has a patch in the middle of her forehead.”

“She’s so cute. I wonder if Teacher Jian will let us pet her?”

“What, you think she’s a ragdoll?”

As the bell for the next period approached, the teachers began to disperse, shooing the lingering students away. “This little one already knows to do her homework, and what about you lot?”

The Classroom Crisis

Jian Chun led Niannian toward the classroom for the self-study period. She left Niannian just outside the door at first, but the students inside were already distracted, their eyes glued to the doorway.

Niannian poked her small head inside, looking at the rows of older students as if she were visiting a zoo. Seeing the overwhelming curiosity of her class, Jian Chun relented and picked Niannian up.

Holding her with one arm was surprisingly heavy; Jian Chun wondered how Yu Siyi made it look so effortless.

Before Jian Chun could say a word, Niannian’s eyes widened in delight. She pointed a tiny finger at a folder sitting on a student’s desk in the front row.

“Mother!” Niannian chirped happily.

The classroom went dead silent. Heads craned, eyes squinting at the folder. The person pictured on the stationery was none other than the superstar, Yu Siyi.

Yu Siyi’s face was unmistakable—a unique, ethereal presence in an entertainment industry filled with plastic surgery clones. The students’ gazes swung from the folder to the child, then back to Jian Chun.

Jin Ziye leaned against the back wall, crossing his arms. He let out a tsk and shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips that he didn’t even notice. This is it, he thought. She’s busted.

Niannian had recognized her other mother instantly.

Jian Chun’s heart hammered against her ribs like a drum, the sound ringing in her ears. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She realized Niannian and Yu Siyi shared the same distinct brow and eyes. She quickly, but as calmly as possible, set the child down to prevent further scrutiny.

“Teacher?” a student asked, their eyes bright with gossip.

Everyone was looking at Jian Chun, waiting for an explanation. In a flash of desperate inspiration, as the blush began to scorch her cheeks, Jian Chun forced a calm smile.

“That’s right,” she said steadily. “I’m a fangirl.”

Jin Ziye: “…”

The Students: “!!”

The Class: Teacher finally admitted it! She’s a hardcore fan!