Twilight Evening Star - chapter 1

When I transmigrated here, I had just married Yu Xun, the father of Buddha’s Son.

Right after the wedding, Yu Xun headed straight to the airport, scheduled to be away on business for three months.

He left me and the future Buddha’s Son, Yu Yanchen, staring at each other, wide-eyed.

He snorted coldly, glanced at me indifferently, then lowered his head and began to play with prayer beads, counting them one by one with meticulous precision.

So young, yet acting like an old soul.

I sorted through the plot.

The good news is, Yu Yanchen is only seven this year-he hasn’t turned dark yet.

The bad news is, I’ve got the Villainess Supporting Character script.

In the original story, it was the original host who abused Yu Yanchen until he developed Bipolar Disorder, then slandered him as being possessed by ghosts, and forcibly sent him to a Buddhist Temple, where he stayed for over a decade.

When Yu Yanchen returned, she was cut open-heart, liver, and body-then thrown into the sea.

This kid grows up to be a legal eagle. If it weren’t for the Protagonist’s Aura, he’d have already gone bang bang bang.

Now that I’m here, I’m obviously going to defy fate.

My advantage is that I look very much like Yu Yanchen’s biological mother. I’ll rely on this resemblance to build a good relationship with him.

I planned to change out of my wedding dress and put on some regular clothes.

But Yu Yanchen suddenly barged in, his voice cold: “You’re not allowed to touch my mother’s wardrobe.”

In the original story, the host not only touched it, but also shredded and threw away his mother’s clothes, provocatively tossed her worthless keepsakes, and kept or sold the valuable ones for herself.

In the end, only the Prayer Beads in Yu Yanchen’s hand remained-the last clean relic left by his mother.

So later, whoever touched those Prayer Beads died; even the female lead suffered cold violence from him for a long time after touching them.

I hadn’t thought of this just now.

Now, I immediately closed the wardrobe door and asked him softly:

“This wedding dress is too heavy. Are there any clothes I can wear? I’ve been standing all day, my body is tired, and my feet hurt. Can you help me, little darling?”

Yu Yanchen’s face flushed slightly, but his tone remained stubborn.

“Don’t call me little darling. There are clothes in the guest room.”

“Alright, Chenchen. Can you show me the way?”

He turned to lead the way, still speaking sternly.

“Don’t call me Chenchen.”

“Then what should I call you? We’ll be living together for a long time-I can’t just call you ‘hey’, right?”

“Call me by my name. I’m Yu Yanchen.”

“I see. But… usually only certain kids get called by their full name.”

“What kind of kids?” Yu Yanchen turned around, curious.

I coughed lightly, looking as if I wanted to say something but hesitated, dodging his gaze.

“It’s nothing. You’re definitely not that kind of kid.”

I went into the guest room to change, leaving him outside the door.

Ha!

Trying to spar with me? You’re still too green.

I guarantee you’ll spend all night wondering what kind of kid you are.

The next morning, Yu Yanchen was up early, sitting at the dining table. When he saw me, his face was full of grievance-wanting to talk to me, but unwilling to lower his pride.

Tch, such a stubborn kid. No wonder he’ll end up Chasing Wife to the Crematorium in the future.

I smiled, sat down at the table, and started eating.

Yu Yanchen suddenly darkened his face.

“I told you, I don’t eat greens or green beans.”

Aunt Zhou, the cook, seemed unfazed, replying expressionlessly, “That’s what Sir instructed. Your meals must have a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, with twelve kinds of food in every meal. You can’t be picky.”

Yu Yanchen was furious.

And even more embarrassed that I, an outsider, saw him in such a humiliating state.

He picked up his rice bowl and smashed it hard on the floor.

“I said, I won’t eat it.”

Aunt Zhou’s eyes flashed with a hint of schadenfreude, then quickly turned cold again.

“Old Zhang!”

Yu Yanchen flinched.

Immediately, Uncle Zhang, the butler, came over, scooped up Yu Yanchen, and carried him away.

Yu Yanchen struggled, his whole body as irritable as a little lion.

But in front of Uncle Zhang, his weakness made his struggle look more and more ridiculous.

I was stunned.

I hurriedly stood up and stopped Uncle Zhang.

“What are you doing?”