Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 50.2

Her phone buzzed again. It was the parents’ WeChat group. There were hundreds of messages.

“Teacher Jian, give us an explanation. It’s not like you’re desperate to get married, why mess with a student?”

“How can we trust our children with you?”

“Disgusting. Leave the school before you ruin anyone else.”

“Don’t be so hasty, the teacher hasn’t spoken yet.”

“It’s not your kid, so you’re not worried, right?! People like you enable this behavior!”

Jian Chun really felt she needed that temple visit. She didn’t have a “Golden Finger” (superpower) to instantly know who was behind this. The report went to the Principal and then immediately hit the public—this was a targeted strike.

She had a suspect, but that person was usually too high-profile for such a sneaky move.

In the group, Teacher Cheng spoke up for her. Teacher Cheng: Everyone, calm down. Teacher Jian is my colleague. She spends her days teaching or in the office helping students. Where did these rumors even come from? You shouldn’t attack her based on hearsay.

“But it’s all over the internet! Can it be fake?!” one mother replied, flooding the chat with more screenshots.

Jian Chun stopped reading and headed to the security room. It was noon; the guard was eating a lunch box, but someone else was already there.

Jin Ziye was sitting there, his back straight, staring intently at every camera angle that covered the school’s report box.

“Jin Ziye, why didn’t you answer my call?” Jian Chun asked, setting her bag down.

He glanced at her, sounding aggrieved. “I was busy.”

“Did you eat?”

“I’m full of rage.”

Jian Chun smiled slightly. “Find anything?”

“There are a few suspects. I’m cross-referencing other angles and timestamps,” he said seriously. The report box was in a secluded area, and the footage was grainy.

“This student has been here all morning,” the guard added. “You should eat before continuing.”

Jin Ziye ignored him. Jian Chun reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of chocolate. Because of her period, she had some sweets on hand. He took it and popped it into his mouth.

Jian Chun checked Weibo. The Principal called her again. “I know you’re checking the footage. Don’t worry, we’re calming the parents. I know this has nothing to do with you.”

“Thank you,” she replied calmly, though her palms were sweating.

“It’s this kid!” Jin Ziye suddenly shouted, jumping up with excitement.

“Who?”

“Peng Zhiyang. Dammit, I played ball with him last week. Why would he do this to me?”

Jian Chun visualized the student: a tall, thin, quiet boy who usually smiled shyly when he didn’t know an answer in class.

The Dean of Students arrived and watched as Jin Ziye replayed the footage.

“Only people in our class know about me and Teacher Jian,” Jin Ziye explained. He pointed to a dark, blurry figure passing the box. The figure’s hand made a subtle, quick motion—almost invisible unless you were looking for it. Jin Ziye then pulled up another angle to match the clothing and physical build.

Finally, they had their man.

Jian Chun sent Jin Ziye to get lunch, stopping him from going back to the classroom to start a fight. She went to the classroom herself and called Peng Zhiyang out.

The class watched with gossipy eyes. Most assumed it was a routine check on his studies. But Peng Zhiyang was sweating. By the time they reached the Dean’s office, he was visibly panicking.

“Teacher… Teacher Jian.” He stopped a few paces away from her.

“Let’s talk inside. It’s alright,” she said.

Inside, the Dean was waiting with the footage ready on his computer.

Jian Chun asked plainly, “You know about the report, right?”

“Teacher Jian… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

She had planned to probe him for information, but Peng Zhiyang confessed immediately. The Dean looked on in disbelief.

“What happened?” Jian Chun asked.

Peng Zhiyang looked at her and clenched his jaw.