Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 48

The students’ fondness for Jian Chun had truly begun the moment she called out the name “Yu Siyi” at the start of the semester. At that time, they hadn’t even met their new teacher; they didn’t know what she looked like or what her personality was. All they knew was that Jian Chun also liked Yu Siyi!

From then on, the teacher was labeled as “one of us—a fellow fan.” Although Jian Chun had quickly denied it, the students simply felt she was lying to maintain her professional dignity. But now, Jian Chun had finally admitted it! Looking at her again, the students felt she practically glowed. Even their teacher recognized their idol’s greatness!

Jian Chun didn’t stay in the classroom long, fearing she would become the center of gossip. After giving a few instructions, she calmly picked up her child and walked out. Little Jian Niannian didn’t know what was happening; she craned her small body, looking back at the “big brothers and sisters” who were getting further away.

The students in the class waved goodbye frantically. “So cute!!” “The little junior sister is so pretty and soft.” “Does she follow stars too?” “Our Goddess Yu actually has such a tiny fan!” “The teacher ran away so fast—is she blushing because her secret was exposed?”

Jin Ziye, the silent observer who saw through everything, thought to himself: A bunch of idiots. He let out a tsk and shook his head with a sense of superiority.

A Moment of Quiet

Once in the hallway, Jian Chun set Jian Niannian down. To a small child, the corridor was vast and wide. Because it was “Mommy’s territory,” Niannian felt curious and excited, her short legs pitter-pattering as she ran around. There weren’t many people in the hallway, and those who saw her moved aside to give her space, stealing a few extra glances.

Jian Chun felt a strange surge of pride, as if she were showing off her daughter. Her mood improved, and the earlier tension dissipated. Back in the office, Niannian climbed onto a chair and sat properly to continue her “homework.” Jian Chun stood by the window for a while, feeling the breeze, before taking out her notebook to review her lessons.

When Yi Xueyang arrived to ask her out for dinner, she was met with this scene: the setting sun spilled through the window, illuminating a large figure and a small one, both with their heads bowed, pens in hand, focused with identical earnestness.

At first, Yi Xueyang had wondered if Jian Chun had “stolen” this child from somewhere. But seeing them now, the resemblance was undeniable.

Click. The sound of a camera shutter startled Jian Chun. She looked up to see Yi Xueyang tucking away her phone. “You’re here,” Jian Chun said. “Have a seat.”

Yi Xueyang’s glamorous figure swirled around the desk before she pulled up a chair next to Niannian. “Hey, is this really your daughter?” “Whose else would she be? Yours?” Jian Chun retorted. “The shock is just too much,” Yi Xueyang said solemnly. “I’m having trouble processing this…”

While the revelations had come in stages—from people calling Jian Chun “Mrs.” to the appearance of a daughter—the buffer wasn’t enough. Yi Xueyang was still dazed. “I honestly thought you were still a virgin…” she suddenly lamented.

“Be quiet!” Jian Chun glared at her. “Can you not say things like that in front of a child?” She looked at Niannian, who was blinking blankly. Jian Chun patted her daughter’s forehead and told her to keep working.

Secrets and Family Names

Yi Xueyang leaned in closer. “To be honest, I thought you were quite innocent. Since you’re younger than me, I was worried you’d get scammed. I even wanted to give you some blind-dating advice.” Jian Chun smiled thinly. She was still young, and she indeed had no experience with blind dates.

Yi Xueyang whispered in her ear, “But seriously, when you guys do that… what’s it like? Is it good?” “Ahem. Xueyang, I don’t think this is an appropriate topic for us.” “Why not? Should I go do some ‘field research’ myself?”

Jian Chun pushed Yi Xueyang’s head away. The suggestive tone was making her overthink things. Her legal “spouse” was also a woman, and she didn’t think she could maintain a “normal” attitude toward someone she was that intimate with.

Jian Chun cleared her throat and said to Niannian, “Niannian, this is Mommy’s friend. Call her Auntie.” “Hello, Auntie,” Niannian chirped. “Good girl,” Yi Xueyang said. “Niannian… that’s a lovely name.” “Yes, Jian Niannian,” Jian Chun said happily.

“Wait, she has your surname?” Yi Xueyang asked. “What’s the difference whose surname she takes?” “Do you have another kid who takes your husband’s surname?” “Stop overthinking.”

Yi Xueyang shook her head. “Your husband is way too good to you, letting the child take your name.” Jian Chun wanted to pat her friend’s head—was a surname really the bar for a “good” husband? She decided to stay silent.

Eventually, as they headed out for dinner, Yi Xueyang sighed, “I want a daughter like this too.” “Have one yourself then,” Jian Chun said bluntly. “How can I have one alone? How about… I become Niannian’s godmother?” Jian Chun gave a cold laugh. If Yi Xueyang knew this was Yu Siyi’s daughter, she’d probably try to kidnap her and take her home.

The Secret in the Background

After dinner, Jian Chun sent Niannian home in the car. “You can ride your little bike in the yard tonight. Let Grandma watch you so you don’t fall.” Niannian nodded. “Will Mommy bring me to school again?” “I will.”

Meanwhile, Zhu Feifei heard the news. As a close friend of Yu Siyi, she knew that Jian Chun usually kept the child hidden to avoid affecting Yu Siyi’s career. Niannian was starting to look more and more like Yu Siyi every day—a literal carbon copy of her childhood photos.

Zhu Feifei messaged Yu Siyi, who was away on a film set: “Jian Chun took Niannian to school.” Yu Siyi replied with a simple: “Mhm.” “Is that okay?” Zhu Feifei asked. “It’s fine,” came the quick reply.

Looking at the phone, Yu Siyi smiled. To her, acting was a passion, but it wasn’t her whole life. If her career and her lover ever came into conflict, she would choose the latter without hesitation. You can restart a career, but there is only one lover. However, she respected Jian Chun’s cautiousness.

Yu Siyi opened Jian Chun’s social media profile. There had been no updates for two months. Her long lashes fluttered as she looked down, her expression unreadable.

That night at the cast dinner, Yu Siyi sat quietly in a corner. As the female lead, she was polite but distant. Suddenly, the room grew noisy. The director was escorting a group of investors into the room.

“Siyi, do you want to go say hello?” her manager, Ye Qing, whispered. Yu Siyi looked up. The crowd parted for a stunning, aggressive-looking woman. Even though they hadn’t met in years, Yu Siyi recognized her instantly.

It was Ling Zheng. Ling Zheng’s brightly painted lips curled into a smile as her eyes met Yu Siyi’s from across the room. Yu Siyi’s gaze turned cold.

The Classroom Rivalry

After the monthly exams, the students reshuffled their seats. Jin Ziye, feeling proud of his results, sat in the very front row. Now, every time Jian Chun taught, she saw his goofy, sycophantic grin.

On the other hand, the English teacher, He Yin, was convinced that her harsh criticism had caused Jin Ziye’s improvement. During class, she tried to praise him, but Jin Ziye didn’t give her an ounce of face. “My grades have nothing to do with you,” he said publicly. “Your teaching isn’t as good as me teaching myself.”

He Yin was furious but maintained her “elegant” facade. She viewed students like Jin Ziye as “social scum” destined for juvenile detention.

In contrast, Jian Chun’s popularity was at an all-time high. She stayed after class to help students, talked to those struggling, and most importantly, shared their interests. “Teacher, when did you start liking Goddess Yu?” “Did you watch the latest episode of Zhuang Yu Lu? Her acting is on another level!” “Is the little junior sister a fan too?”

The students treated Jian Chun like the head of a fan club. Jian Chun, trying to stay professional, didn’t want to answer personal questions. But Jin Ziye chimed in, “Ask me! Ask me! I know everything!