Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 52

Before arriving at the police station, He Yin dialed a number, but it went unanswered.

Panic began to set in. She held leverage over her student—dark secrets that she believed would keep him silent forever. It was this absolute control that had made her so reckless.

However, someone else now held leverage over her. She suspected it was that person who had exposed her, and she had desperately tried to contact them to shift the blame or divert attention. Now, sitting in the station and watching the Principal speak with the officers, her heart hammered against her ribs. For a fleeting moment, her mind went blank, her body trembling with a fear that chilled her to the bone.

The Principal moved between rooms, speaking with authority. The video that had fallen into his hands was handed over to the authorities immediately, showing no intention of saving He Yin’s reputation.

I still have time, she thought, her mind racing for a way out. I can get out of this.

She thought back to her life—a girl from an ordinary family who had effortlessly tested into elite middle schools and later into a prestigious foreign language department. She had always viewed herself as a “Daughter of Heaven,” blessed with innate talent and fortune. Surely, a setback like this was nothing she couldn’t overcome.

The Principal hadn’t explicitly stated what had happened when he brought her here, so she told herself not to lose her composure. She waited for what felt like an eternity, stacking layers of self-assurance over her anxiety, only to eventually see Jian Chun walk through the door.

She had never expected Jian Chun to show up.

No, perhaps she had anticipated it, but not this quickly. He Yin realized a bitter truth: she might be lucky, but Jian Chun was far from unlucky. In fact, Jian Chun was a relative of some powerful tycoon…

Why did she hide it from the start? He Yin wondered bitterly. If Jian Chun had spoken up sooner, I wouldn’t have gone out of my way to target her.

Remorse, jealousy, and fury swirled in He Yin’s eyes as she glared at the woman entering the room. Jian Chun’s forehead was damp with sweat, as if she had rushed there in a desperate hurry. He Yin knew all too well that Jian Chun loathed her.

“Teacher Jian, are you in such a hurry to enjoy the show?” He Yin sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The words had barely left her mouth when Jian Chun closed the distance in a blur.

SLAP!

Without a word of warning, Jian Chun delivered a resounding, heavy blow across He Yin’s face.

The mockery vanished instantly. He Yin’s cheek flushed a deep red, and her eyes turned feral with rage. In that short moment, people moving through the station paused to look. A female clerk in uniform rushed forward to pull Jian Chun back.

Jian Chun’s face was a mask of cold indifference as she stared He Yin down.

Finding her footing, He Yin used the chairs for support and tried to lung forward to strike back. But she was wearing her usual high heels; as she stood up, Jian Chun simply shoved her back down.

The bystanders scrambled to restrain He Yin instead. Since Jian Chun had stopped moving, it was the hysterical He Yin who appeared more dangerous.

Standing to the side, Jian Chun’s voice was cold and cutting. “He Yin, that slap was because you are not fit to be called a teacher.”

Before He Yin could even process the words, Jian Chun struck again—fast, precise, and ruthless. A second slap sent He Yin into a piercing scream.

The officers realized Jian Chun had managed to land another hit and hurriedly pulled her away. Jian Chun stepped back, her gaze as sharp as a blade, stabbing directly into He Yin. “You dared to touch my student. You’re fucking dead.”

“Teacher Jian! Teacher Jian!”

The Principal emerged from an inner office to find this chaos. His face, which had briefly looked relieved, instantly tightened with tension. He hurried over to restrain Jian Chun.

But the damage was done. No matter how much the Principal shouted, the slaps had already landed.

Jian Chun looked at the Principal and even had the presence of mind to straighten her collar. “Principal,” she greeted with a smile. It was a harmless, polite smile—the same one she used every day at school.

She can still smile! The Principal was stunned. This was a police station! How did she have the nerve to start a fight here?

He Yin wasn’t just dazed anymore; she was possessed. She shrieked that she would make Jian Chun pay, forcing the officers to keep a firm grip on her. Women’s fights could be brutal; the primal tactics of scratching faces and pulling hair were effective, and He Yin looked ready to use them.

Jian Chun looked at the hysterical woman, then turned to the officer beside the Principal. “I apologize. I lost control for a moment. Whether it’s a fine or detention, I’ll accept it.”

In the morning, it was Jian Chun who had gone to the station to collect Jin Ziye. In the evening, it was Jin Ziye who had received word and come to the station to pick up Jian Chun.

It had to be said—this teacher and student were two of a kind. Both possessed a temper like a powder keg.

“Teacher Jian, you really need to learn some restraint,” the Principal lectured as they left. “When someone commits a crime, the law is the proper means of punishment. Look at you… what does this look like?”

Out of respect for the Principal, Jian Chun kept her head bowed, playing the role of a repentant subordinate. Beside her, acting like a “subordinate to the subordinate,” Jin Ziye also kept his head down, not daring to laugh at her situation.

“I know you’re angry, but we are civilized people,” the Principal continued, speaking like a seasoned elder. “Even if you wanted to hit her, you should have found a place with no witnesses. Find someone else to do it so no one has leverage over you.”

Jin Ziye nodded vigorously at this. The Principal’s logic was impeccable.

“I understand. It won’t happen again,” Jian Chun promised.

“Mm. He Yin’s lack of professional ethics is now a permanent stain on her record. This is no longer for you to intervene in. Who knows how many years it will be before she sees the outside world again…” The Principal sighed.

News of such scandals broke every year, but he never expected it to happen at his own school. And with such a young teacher—one so overconfident that she thought she could test the boundaries of the law.

Jian Chun didn’t take the Principal’s advice to go home and rest. Even though her classes for the day had been covered, she insisted on returning to the school for the evening.

She had taken a taxi to the station and took one back, sharing the ride with the Principal. She was perfectly composed, but Jin Ziye felt awkward, shifting uncomfortably in his seat throughout the ride.

“We’ll hold an early meeting tomorrow morning,” the Principal said. “Teacher Jian, you handle the situation in your class as you see fit.”

“Yes, I understand,” she replied.

The original faculty meeting had been derailed by He Yin’s arrest, and the fallout would now stretch late into the night.