Forced into a Secret Marriage with the Villain, We Now Have a Child - Chapter 6

Jian Chun’s history with Yu Siyi was quite baffling.

Back when Jian Chun first transmigrated (into the original timeline), the original owner of her body and Yu Siyi already had some minor friction. But Jian Chun felt that those were the original owner’s actions and had nothing to do with her.

During their third year of high school, when the class was picking seats, no one dared to sit next to Yu Siyi. Jian Chun thought she had struck gold. She stepped forward and said, “Hey, new desk-mate. Let’s get to know each other.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Yu Siyi looked up.

“Stay away from me,” Yu Siyi said.

That look—cold, arrogant, dismissive—as if she never even registered other people as being on her level. Jian Chun still remembered that gaze; it was sharp enough to reflect back all of Jian Chun’s own hidden insecurities.

Jian Chun woke up from her half-dreaming state to a quiet room. It was nearly evening.

The world outside was dark. As Jian Chun sat up at the desk, she accidentally woke the computer screen. She noticed a jacket had been draped over her shoulders while she slept. Yu Siyi was nowhere to be seen.

Jian Chun stretched, her neck letting out a stiff, uncomfortable crack. Did I develop cervical spondylosis in these missing years? she wondered, rubbing the back of her neck.

She hadn’t slept long. Earlier, Yu Siyi had repeatedly explained physics problems to her. She had managed to understand some of it, even if it was just through rote memorization. But theory always made her brain knot up. She had been so focused on scribbling down Yu Siyi’s words before she forgot them that by the time she finished, her eyes were watering from pure exhaustion.

After splashing her face with hot water, Jian Chun looked in the mirror. Under the lights, her skin looked pale and delicate, her lashes trembling—she looked exactly like the “damsel in distress” type.

She gave herself a small smile and headed downstairs.

It wasn’t dinner time yet. Auntie Li saw her and pointed to the table. “Miss ordered some pastries. Take a look, Ma’am, see if you like them.”

There were several boxes of exquisite, fragrant pastries. Jian Chun had just popped a piece into her mouth when she heard the thump-thump-thump of little feet on the stairs.

“Mama!” Niannian saw Jian Chun and charged over without any hesitation, grabbing Jian Chun’s legs and looking up with her mouth wide open. “Ah—”

Like a baby bird. Simple and direct.

Jian Chun broke off a small piece and fed it to her.

“Don’t give her too much; she’s still growing her teeth,” Yu Siyi said, following the child downstairs. She peeled an orange and fed a segment to Niannian.

Jian Chun watched Yu Siyi, thinking this woman was a total “child-slave,” hovering over the kid all day. Then again, when she realized Yu Siyi hovered over her the same way…

Tsk. It was a strange feeling.

Just as she was staring, an orange segment was held out to her. Jian Chun instinctively opened her mouth and accepted the “handout.” Only after it was in her mouth did she realize how awkward it was to swallow, yet she couldn’t exactly spit it out.

“Is it sweet?” Yu Siyi asked.

Jian Chun nodded. It was indeed very sweet.

Yu Siyi’s smile softened even further. Before Jian Chun could react, Yu Siyi’s hand reached out to cup the back of her neck. A soft pair of lips pressed against hers—a brief, fleeting taste before pulling away.

Yu Siyi touched her own lips thoughtfully. “It is quite sweet.”

Jian Chun: “…”

Her heart was thumping, but she stared at Yu Siyi, trying to predict her next move. But if she couldn’t even predict the regular laws of physics, how could she predict this woman?

Niannian, oblivious to the “adult activities” happening above her head, finished her orange and opened her mouth for more.

“No more,” Yu Siyi said, patting the girl’s cheek. “It’s almost dinner time.”

Niannian let out an “Oh” and bolted into the kitchen. Soon, the sounds of the nannies’ surprised cries echoed out: “Niannian! Why are you in here? Go out and play!”

After dinner, Jian Chun didn’t volunteer to help Niannian wash up. Instead, she crooked a finger at Yu Siyi. The nannies, sensing the couple needed “private time,” smilingly took Niannian upstairs.

Yu Siyi followed Jian Chun into the bedroom and closed the door. Seeing Jian Chun’s slender back covered by her long hair, Yu Siyi wrapped her arms around her from behind.

“Missed me already?” Yu Siyi’s warm breath hit the tip of Jian Chun’s ear, her voice laced with the playfulness of a lover.

Jian Chun’s face flushed again. She tilted her head to escape Yu Siyi’s space. She couldn’t play along with this.

“I have something serious to tell you,” Jian Chun said, turning around with determination.

Yu Siyi sat at the desk, looking like a star student, propping her chin up and waiting for Jian Chun to speak with a flirtatious smile.

Jian Chun hesitated, her lips trembling. “I want to sleep in separate beds.”

She frowned immediately. That wasn’t quite what she meant to say (she had intended to say separate rooms or discuss their relationship).

Yu Siyi blinked, looking confused, as if she hadn’t heard correctly.

Jian Chun pushed forward: “If you don’t agree—”

She looked at Yu Siyi’s face and took a sharp breath. She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say the word “divorce.” Without the foundation of their “missing” memories, she felt her request was logical. But looking at Yu Siyi, it felt incredibly unfair.

She didn’t like Yu Siyi, but she wasn’t heartless. For a moment, she felt like a total “scumbag”—as if she were playing with the other woman’s feelings.

“Sigh.” She shook her head, and her neck let out another loud crack. She winced and rubbed the sore spot.

Just then, a pair of hands replaced hers.

“Still uncomfortable?” Yu Siyi’s low voice drifted into her ear. Her fingers pressed into Jian Chun’s neck. The warmth from the skin-to-skin contact was intense. The pressure was firm—slightly painful, but effective.

“Is this enough pressure?” Yu Siyi asked.

“A bit harder,” Jian Chun sat down, pulling her hair aside to give Yu Siyi better access.

Yu Siyi took a bottle of essential oil from the drawer, poured some into her hands, and began a practiced massage. Jian Chun squinted her eyes in pleasure.

The scent of roses filled the air. The skin of her neck and shoulders grew warm. Suddenly, one of Yu Siyi’s hands slipped from her collarbone down toward her chest.

Jian Chun let out a soft, startled gasp—a sound that was unintentionally breathy and seductive.

Yu Siyi’s mood visibly brightened.

Jian Chun reacted quickly, grabbing Yu Siyi’s arm. Her face was a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Yu Siyi, that’s enough!”

“Chun-bao,” Yu Siyi whispered, her voice full of allure and her eyes sparkling with a clear invitation.

Jian Chun swallowed hard. In a voice that tried to be stern but lacked any real conviction, she said: “Separate. Beds.