The Villainess Awakens After Marrying the Male Lead’s Brother - Chapter 69

When she first answered the call, Wen Yu hadn’t expected Jiang Yunyàn to have already arrived.

In fact, for a moment she was puzzled — logically, he should have called her immediately — but that thought lasted only an instant.

No one had stipulated that he had to be the first to appear by her side. This work is provided for online reading

Occasional lateness is normal.

Even not coming at all is normal.

She hadn’t been harmed in the first place.

But he came straight over!
And in that moment, she didn’t feel anything amiss, nothing out of place—how could he, so busy, have time to come over?
Instead, there was a feeling—

He really came!
He truly did come!
Wen Yu also suddenly came to her senses, realizing how much she had trusted him.

Then she thought of netizens mistaking Jiang Yunyan for Ye Xiangtian.

She couldn’t help but feel wronged on Jiang Yunyan’s behalf.

It was clearly him.

It had clearly always been him.

After saying that, Wen Yu hung up the phone, glanced at the fans who had looked over when she had suddenly raised her voice, gave them a smile, stepped onto the platform, took the microphone, and finally bade the fans farewell.

Although the fans felt reluctant, they were understanding and said their goodbyes one after another.

Wen Yu left through the backstage, walked around the banquet hall, and saw at the exit the man with a perfectly upright posture—just as she had expected—waiting there.

His tall, straight figure stood angled toward her, steady and restrained; a pair of deep-set eyes quietly watched the banquet hall door, his lips pressed tight, his breath seeming somewhat suppressed.

Until Wen Yu suddenly ran over and leapt into his arms.

His handsome, sculpted face showed a touch of surprise, a hint of bewilderment, and a trace of helplessness: “How did you come out so quickly?”

A heavier gloom settled in Wen Yu’s chest—did he think she would have to stay in there a long time? Yet he still waited here, because she had asked him to.

She nuzzled into the arms before her and said in a soft, coquettish voice, “I want a hug.”

Jiang Yunyan’s eyes went cold in an instant, but the movement of his arms as he held her back was unusually gentle. “Were you scared?”

Otherwise there was no reason for her to suddenly be so clingy.

After all, this wasn’t at home.

Wen Yu shook her head. Holding the man’s lean waist, she suddenly felt a resigned acceptance, as if the dust had settled. She had thought she could pull away, but in reality she had long since become unwilling to, which was why she kept doing those useless things.

Just like now—holding him made her feel at ease.

As if there was nothing to fear.

Although she had handled the matter herself, she seemed to be fine, showing no lingering psychological shadow or anything of the sort.

After all, Wen Yu wasn’t a delicate flower who had been sheltered while growing up.

She was a vine who had been abandoned by both parents and had to struggle alone.

She wouldn’t panic over something like this.

But in truth, holding Jiang Yunyàn, Wen Yu suddenly realized that she wasn’t fearless — she simply hadn’t noticed that she was still a little afraid.

Wen Yu immediately nodded, tilting her head back, her eyes slightly reddening as she said aggrievedly, “Mm!”

“When he lunged at me I really got a fright. Luckily I learned a couple of moves from Master Wu and could put up some resistance, otherwise I would have been terrified…” She recalled the scene; now that she didn’t have to be strong, a flash of lingering fear rose, and she grew furious.
“Is he sick? First I don’t let fans vote on charts, second I don’t collect funds, and third I don’t need them to tear up resources for me. Fans are my choice; I only have one endorsement and I haven’t made them spend much. Yet they still say I’m unworthy of being in a relationship—why would I be unworthy…”

Jiang Yunyan gazed at her deeply, gently stroking the girl’s back to soothe her while listening to her complaints, responding patiently.

Until that chattering little mouth fell silent, his eyes grew even colder, and he said softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with it.”

Even if no real harm was done, he had to make the other party learn a sufficient lesson!

Having gotten the promise, Wen Yu felt relieved and cuddled him affectionately again.

The man’s face flushed faintly; he gently reminded, “Xiaoyu, this is outside.”

Wen Yu: “…”

No one had come over yet!

But she still let go. Before releasing him, she bit down hard on the man’s chest; hearing his awkward grunt, her smile brightened again, and she cheerfully pulled him along as they ran out.

Once outside the hotel, just as Wen Yu got into the car, she heard Jiang Yunyan say, “I have something to do. You go home first.”

温瑜: “?”

She frowned, but seeing Jiang Yunyan’s serious expression, she roughly guessed what he intended to do: “Then come back early.”

Jiang Yunyan nodded: “Okay.”

The car door closed. After watching the driver drive away, the man who had just been gentle with the young lady suddenly grew cold. He climbed into another car and instructed: “Go to the police station.”

Xiao Chen shivered quietly, then drove fast and steadily, afraid that going slowly might cause a bump and add fuel to the boss’s temper.

  ——

When the car moved off, Wen Yu first asked Sister Liu how things went with the fan meeting and the sasaengs.

So far everything was calm; the fans had been handled, and nothing had been made public.

Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief. She knew Jiang’s mother had been following their updates online, and would certainly worry if she saw otherwise.

Since the matter hadn’t been exposed, and conveniently her upcoming opening ceremony was postponed, there was enough time…

Wen Yu said, “Uncle Wang, please take me to Jiang Yunyan’s place.”

Uncle Wang: “Alright.”

The car quickly changed course and headed in another direction.

Wen Yu also called Jiang’s mother to say she wouldn’t be coming back tonight.

Jiang’s mother wasn’t the least bit surprised, smiling as she said, “Oh, got it. It’s fine.”

After hanging up, Mrs. Jiang went to the kitchen and told the housekeeper they didn’t need to make so many dishes tonight.

The housekeeper was surprised: “Why aren’t you coming back again? I even bought a lot of small fish and other ingredients.”

Jiang’s mother smiled mysteriously: “It’s fine, it’s fine. If she doesn’t come back, that’s good — I get some peace and quiet.”

Only the smile widened further.

Although she hadn’t gone to the fan meet, she had been following it closely: Xiao Yu had for the first time admitted the leader’s existence with her own mouth, and her attitude was completely different from before.

Some of the kids in the group were unhappy, but fans who had been at the scene comforted them: [Xiao Yu really likes him, and they were each other’s first love—how beautiful is that?]

[It seems the guy is pretty good-looking too; that car is obviously expensive. His situation must be exceptional, and he’s not from the industry, so he won’t have to act intimate with other women. That’s great—Xiao Yu doesn’t lose out, and since they’re each other’s first love, there’s no reason to be upset.]

[Xiao Yu isn’t an idol; she’s an actress. Dating is normal.]

Madam Jiang looked on, needless to say how reassured she felt.

If Wen Yu isn’t coming back now, he must have gone to their little home.

It’s normal for a young couple to be clingy; better that they don’t come back!
—

About half an hour later, as the car passed the entrance to the residential complex, Wen Yu caught sight of a large chain supermarket and suddenly remembered something. Her brow twitched; she wanted to ask Uncle Wang to stop, but felt embarrassed.

She hesitated for that brief moment, and so could only watch the car enter the complex with wide eyes.

Wen Yu felt a bit regretful again.

Now that she had made up her mind, she couldn’t give herself any chance to regret it.

Wen Yu gritted her teeth and forced her mouth open. Suddenly a thought flashed through her mind. She opened her phone, tapped the food delivery app, and swiped through, ordering a pile of things—snacks and ingredients. When she finally found what she wanted she added them, submitted the order, and paid.

All done in one go!
Having finished all that, Wen Yu was already flushed and breathless. The car happened to stop, so she hurriedly got out, bade Uncle Wang goodbye, and went into the apartment building.

Back home, her pounding heart seemed to finally settle back into place.

She didn’t go back to her room, but lay on the sofa, eyes staring blankly, as if waiting for some slow, torturous punishment, and also as if awaiting a sumptuous feast.

Suddenly her phone vibrated.

Wen Yu quickly picked it up; it wasn’t a delivery notification, but a message from Jiang Yunyan: [What are we eating?]

For the first time, Wen Yu had no idea what to say and typed: [Anything is fine]

Jiang Yunyán: [ ? ]

Wēn Yú continued to lie motionless.

—

Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Jiāng Yunyán, who was waiting, knitted his brows deeply, growing increasingly disgusted with the person at the police station.

This is the first time the little girl has lost interest in food!
She was probably frightened now, and she wasn’t home, so her mother couldn’t comfort her.

He quickly ordered two dishes: “Hurry up.”

Xiao Chen immediately followed the manager over and directly urged the kitchen to bring the dishes.

The speed was indeed fast. Jiang Yunyan hadn’t ordered any elaborate dishes, but in fifteen minutes he came out carrying the food box. Xiao Chen got into the car right away and drove the boss home.

When the car stopped and the door opened, the man left without turning back, a few degrees less composed than usual.

When the room door opened, he saw the girl lying on the sofa, dazed and not even playing with her phone.

His eyes flickered. He hurried forward, set down the food box, and pulled her into his arms. “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Wen Yu came back to herself and shook her head: “No…”

It’s just…

Something’s on my mind; I’m nervous and can’t take interest in anything.

Jiang Yanyan didn’t believe her, but seeing she wouldn’t say more, he didn’t press. He coaxed her: “I brought your favorite fish-fragrant eggplant, and…” He opened the food container, laid out the dishes one by one, and with bowls and chopsticks in hand acted as if he were going to feed her.

Wen Yu: “…”

She quickly declined, straightened up a little, and took the bowl and chopsticks: “I’ll eat by myself. Big brother, you eat too.”

“Okay.” Jiang Yunyan watched her closely; seeing no shadow in her brows, he felt uncertain again—could there be something else weighing on her?

Both of them finished their meal with uneasy minds; Wen Yu went to wash up first.

Jiang Yunyan watched her retreating figure. After everyone went inside, he took out his phone, logged into Weibo, and began searching for related news.

He immediately saw a gossip post. The man’s expression darkened; he clenched his jaw and tapped it open, only to find the rumor had already been clarified. It was revealed by fans at a meet-and-greet that Wen Yu personally denied it—her lover was not Ye Xiangtian.

There was nothing else beyond that.

He exited that trending topic and continued scrolling. Then his gaze froze: in the list, there was another trending topic about Wen Yu—#WenYu Drama Queen#
Clicking it opened a gossip account that claimed an insider had spilled:

The actress who trended several times today supposedly has her biggest card: a grand female-lead script. She won’t let anyone steal her spotlight or make reasonable changes, so she apparently fired a prominent screenwriter who was originally attached, and the director might be replaced, causing even the production launch ceremony to be postponed.

No complicated decoding was needed; people in the comments had already guessed:

“Is it Wen Yu’s Feng Tai Tou? I’d heard about that role for Wen Yu before—came out of nowhere, suddenly she’s gone from supporting to female lead, and a major female lead at that. Typical of someone with clout.”

[Laughing to death, how many times did she trend today? Isn’t it just Wen Yu? She’s the one constantly buying trending topics — first the scandal, then a real boyfriend, and now she’s even hogging the spotlight?]

[The little bit of goodwill I had just evaporated. As expected, having capital makes you arrogant.]

[Hu Yucheng as the screenwriter? I remember he was announced before. Wow, I liked his shows. Didn’t expect he’d be replaced — what a shame.]

No surprise, it was because of this.

The young girl now loves acting very much and has never used her own clout to grab any resources; being falsely accused like this would certainly feel awful.

His face was already very grim. He went out to the balcony and called Ye Xiangtian. When the call connected, his voice was cold: “What’s going on with the script you sent and your team?”

Ye Xiangtian, who hadn’t had time to check the trending searches yet: “!!!”

Aaaah!
Wen Yu doesn’t keep his word!
He promised not to complain!

But now being questioned, he felt a bit guilty: “Don’t worry, I’ve changed teams — director and screenwriter too. I won’t let your little wife be mistreated. This time was my misstep; I didn’t manage things well. Laugh if you must.”

Jiang Yunyàn: “?”
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He frowned. “She’s been wronged? Wronged how?”

Ye Xiangtian: “???”

After a brief moment of bewilderment, he recounted what had happened that morning, emphasizing that he’d already taught those people a lesson—not an inactive boss.

When he finished he suddenly realized something was off: “How do you know about this?”

Jiang Yunyuan said coldly, “There’s a trending topic—calling Xiaoyu a scene-stealer, accusing her of not letting the writers reasonably adapt the script, hoping all the attention will be on her…”

After he finished, Ye Xiangtian’s face turned completely green. Good grief, Wen Yu didn’t tattle—it’s the screenwriters who screwed up!
Ye Xiangtian was furious, but it was already dark outside, and he couldn’t drag anyone out and give them a piece of his mind. He could only say weakly, “About this matter, I’ll explain. I’m sorry, I’ve already made a decision: I’ll invite the original author to join the writing team, that should put an end to the complaints—”

Jiang Yunyuan cut him off, “Not enough.” He said in a low voice, “I’ll ask Mr. Yu Zong to come personally and take charge of adapting this script.”

“Yu Zong?!” Ye Xiangtian exclaimed. “Didn’t he already stop writing?!”

Back then he was the entertainment industry’s genius screenwriter, producing one breathtaking script after another. Whether it was political intrigue or detective stories, whether ghosts or romances, he could write them all brilliantly.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him the number one screenwriter in the entertainment circle.

But prosperity must decline. As his well of ideas neared exhaustion, he could no longer produce a satisfactory script, and in a fit of frustration he stopped writing.

It’s been three years with no news.

Countless film crews wanted to spend a fortune just to have his name attached; even if they offered a twenty-million name fee, he refused.

And before he retired from writing, he collaborated most frequently with Jiangshang Entertainment.

“You can really get him?!” Ye Xiangtian was excited—he was a fan of Yu Zong! He hurriedly said, “If you can get him, I’ll immediately upgrade this project to S!”

With him here, it’s like having the stabilizing anchor itself!

And coupled with the original author, it’s simply perfect!
“Alright, I’ll visit him tomorrow,” Jiang Yunyán said decisively.

Ye Xiangtian was so envious he cried: “Great, then I don’t have to miserably hunt for a screenwriter anymore!”

Jiang Yunyian wasn’t interested in these matters anymore; once they were resolved, he said a word and hung up.

Ye Xiangtian, about to ask more about Yu Zong, hadn’t opened his mouth when he heard a polite goodbye on the other end, then only the “beep beep beep—” of the dial tone remained, and he fell silent.

—

With one worry resolved, Jiang Yunyian relaxed. He sat a while longer, felt the cold wind, and his previously icy expression softened before he finally went back inside.

At this moment Wen Yu had already finished washing and was lying in bed, the blanket pulled up over half her face, her long hair spread across the pillow, eyes tightly closed—no longer the lively, charming look she had in the day, but instead an added air of peacefulness and obedience.

Sleeping so early—was it because she was upset about what happened online?

A flicker of pity passed through Jiang YunyAn’s eyes as he tiptoed into the bathroom.

Soon after, he came out, gently lifted the blanket and lay down.

Just as he lay down, a soft body snuggled into his arms.

He instinctively lifted his hand and held her close, soothingly patting her back: “Not asleep yet?”

“No…” Wen Yu shook her head drowsily, half-lying on the man, her wide-open eyes blinking a few times. She suddenly realized he had been patting her like comforting a child and then fell silent.
She was a bit startled. After a moment’s thought, she raised her head slightly, tilted it up, scooted forward, and planted a kiss on his chin.

“Hmm?” the man snorted, lowering his head to look over.

The light was dim; although they were close enough to touch, his features were unclear. Yet at that very moment the atmosphere suddenly turned intimate. Wen Yu’s breathing quickened, and she saw him bow his head and press a kiss to her lips.

Just as Wen Yu wanted to deepen the kiss, he naturally pulled away: “Sleep.”

Wen Yu: ?
She didn’t believe it and leaned in again.

Jiang Yunyàn cooperated and kissed her; this time it lasted a bit longer, but just as it was about to get out of hand, he pulled away again and, with a hoarse voice, said, “Be good, you’re tired today, go to bed early.”

Wen Yu: “??”

For once she wasn’t lowering herself for male charms, but for her own heart — thinking she might as well devour him, figuring that then she would never dare let him go again.

She had even prepared everything for that, and yet he could still remain composed?!

In that moment, a thousand possibilities flashed through Wen Yu’s mind, but reason reminded her that Jiang Yunyan wouldn’t be like she feared. He wouldn’t be like he was before the wedding; even without feelings, he wouldn’t do such a thing.

He had always been a sufficiently restrained and self-disciplined person.

Thinking about what happened before the marriage, Wen Yu’s heart suddenly sank. The two of them now tacitly avoided talking about it, as if they had both forgotten—just like that first wedding anniversary back then.

But if she truly wanted to stay with this man, some things had to be made clear; otherwise, though her reason could suppress wild thoughts now, there was no guarantee it always would.

Not wanting to keep wasting energy like this, Wen Yu quietly turned away, her back to the man, and first shrugged her shoulders once, twice.

The man who had just closed his eyes sensed something wrong and quickly opened them: “Xiaoyu?”

As soon as he spoke, Wenyu had already broken into sobs.

The man completely lost his composure, leaned forward, pulled her close, and soothed her in a low voice: “What’s wrong? Are you still upset about the trending topic? I’ve already had it taken down, and Ye Xiangtian’s side also…”

“Is this about the fan meeting from before? I’ve already been to the police station. That person was a stalker, but actually acting on someone’s orders. The police have already gotten it out of them — you’ll see the results tomorrow…”

Wenyu, who had been crying deeply,: “?”

What does that have to do with anything?
She almost choked.

But she quickly composed herself and immediately shook her head. Wenyu let out a bawl and cried even harder: “It’s not that, boohoo… Big brother, do you not like me? You were forced to marry me back then, weren’t you?”

Jiang Yunyan’s anxious handsome face showed a hint of bewilderment.

At this moment Wen Yu’s voice grew even more plaintive: “Ugh~~~ you won’t even deny it, for sure—”

“That’s not true!” Jiang Yunyan interrupted her in a low voice, sat up decisively, pulled her into his arms, cupped her face, and made her look into his eyes.

Even knowing the girl’s current intense emotions were mostly an act, that what she said might have been spoken, he was certain it was already weighing on her mind.

His eyes were deep and steady as he gazed at the tearful, pitiable little girl before him, and spoke each word earnestly: “I never disliked you, and I never forced you. Our marriage was my choice.”

Wen Yu pouted, tears in her eyes as she looked at him; upon hearing those words, her already watery eyes widened even more, as if she couldn’t believe it, her small mouth swollen red from crying slightly agape.

She looked both pitiful and adorable.

—

The man couldn’t hold back, stepped forward and kissed those lips, then softly repeated, “I admit our marriage didn’t start for the noblest reasons, but I was never coerced, and no one could force me.”

Everything was his own choice.

Even if at that time he felt no romantic feelings toward the girl before him.

So there’s no need to feel guilty or pained about it.

This time it was Wen Yu who dodged, protesting, “But you clearly said back then that marriage was fine, that you could give me anything except feelings!”

“Hmm…” The man pondered for two seconds, then, in the face of the young woman’s growing anger, pinched her equally flushed nose and said, “I take that back — some things truly are beyond expectation.”

For example, after hearing about that ridiculous incident between A Jin and her, he rushed to the set right away, claiming he was bringing food, though the original plan was for Xiao Chen to deliver it.

If it weren’t for the online outrage, he wouldn’t have put down his work and gone himself.

But what he accidentally saw was a person completely different from the one in his memory.

Lively and vivid, like a puppet that suddenly acquired a soul, she drew his gaze irresistibly and he couldn’t look away.

And that change was no longer a fleeting glimpse.

Once more her soul seemed to be fully awake, growing ever more radiant, and he found he simply could not take his eyes off her.

Wenyu fell silent at his words.

She had used her crying and fussing to bring out the thing she most dreaded to mention, hoping to get it all clarified and laid to rest—because keeping it inside would only create knots in her heart.

She just hadn’t expected to receive such an answer.

It turned out he hadn’t been forced from the start.

The words she once promised now had to be taken back.

Suddenly a slight sting pricked her chest. Wen Yu came to her senses and realized her nightgown had somehow come undone; there was no blanket this time, everything seeming exposed to the sunlight.

She blushed and hurriedly covered the man’s roaming hand. “Big brother, didn’t you say we’re just sleeping?!”

Besides, even if we were going to do that, the night light is still on!

The man directly covered her lips. She instinctively leaned back, but a large hand blocked her retreat; even her breath seemed stolen, with none of the gentle breeziness from before—so overwhelming it made the tip of her tongue tingle.

“Ugh!” Wen Yu couldn’t breathe at all. His hands instinctively pushed away, but the ones resting on his shoulders lost their strength.

Coming to again, she found that she had already been laid down.

The man shifted slightly, nibbled her neck gently, and murmured in her ear, “I thought Xiaoyu was in a bad mood, so I had you go to bed early.”

It turned out he had the wrong reason.

The thing that had actually put her in a bad mood was their conversation before the wedding?

Even he, inexperienced in matters between men and women, knew this was no time to go to sleep.

The man thought, his eyes narrowing, his calm restraint completely gone.

“Big brother?” Wen Yu called out, a little flustered.

“Mm, I’m here.” The man’s voice grew hoarser, his large hand increasingly wanton as his dark eyes fixed on the young woman before him, who was starting to show signs of timidity.

Wen Yu tensed all over, her watery eyes looking at him pitifully, the red at the corners of her eyes seeming either to beg him or accuse him.

The excessive stimulation left her dizzy, until, as if at the last moment, the man suddenly pulled back slightly.

She snapped awake, about to speak up.

She saw him extend his strong arm, open the drawer on his side, and take out something familiar from the corner.

Wen Yu: ?
He has one here too?!

As if reading her surprise, he said, “I prepared it when I came back last time.”

He just picked someone up after work yesterday and didn’t have time to come back for a box.

Saying that, the man bent down to kiss her once and cooed, “Good girl, close your eyes.”

Wen Yu also felt uncomfortable and quickly closed her eyes. She heard the sound of plastic tearing. After a moment, a sharp pain made her breathing suddenly hitch. She opened her eyes in alarm and saw the man before her frowning; a flush had risen on his handsome face, and the vein at his temple stood out from the strain.

“Don’t be afraid~” he murmured, though his breathing was unusually heavy.

Then he pressed a little harder.

“It hurts…” Wen Yu’s small face gradually went pale; the earlier flush faded rapidly and her muscles tensed all over again.

The man’s eyes dimmed, and he murmured, “Relax.”

Wen Yu hesitated, but forced herself to take a deep breath. Suddenly, in the next moment, he struck again.

This time he left no room.

Wen Yu: “!”

Her cry was silenced; she dug her nails into the man’s solid arm until they bit in.

Fortunately it was only that once. The man didn’t continue; the intense kiss gradually softened into something lingering and tender as they both relaxed, and only when it felt routine did he move cautiously.

All the while he kept his eyes on Wen Yu.

If she frowned, he would immediately stop to reassure her; if her brows and eyes smoothed, he would press on all the more.

Only at the end did he seem to lose a little control; his force surged, causing Wen Yu to collapse again and again, left only to endure.

When everything quieted, Wen Yu thought it was over.

She couldn’t help but feel relieved—thankfully, she was still breathing.

Suddenly the sound of a drawer opening and closing rang out again. Her heart tightened, and then the man’s low voice came to her ear: “Little Yu shouldn’t be sleepy yet, right?”

Wen Yu: “Sleepy—mm…”