As Little Qiji grew stronger day by day, Jiang Yi became increasingly adept at taking care of her. Whenever Jiang Yi was with her, Little Qiji never cried or fussed, obediently following along.
Seeing her so well-behaved, Jiang Yi—who couldn’t bear to be apart from her child—began to consider returning to university. By the time Little Qiji was about to turn one, Jiang Yi officially enrolled.
This year, Jiang Yi was nearly twenty.
On the first day of class, Jiang Yi quietly entered the lecture hall with Little Qiji in her arms, sitting in a corner to listen. Even so, when her classmates entered, their eyes inevitably drifted toward her.
Seated on Jiang Yi’s lap, Little Qiji noticed the attention and excitedly kicked her little legs, babbling, “Mama… jump… jump…”
Alright, alright, jump, jump.
Jiang Yi lifted her with one arm, letting her bounce on her thighs. Little Qiji was delighted, hopping up and down with a radiant smile.
The child was adorable, and her laughter melted hearts. Several classmates couldn’t help but clutch their chests and whisper, “So cute.”
But they weren’t familiar with Jiang Yi, and now that she was an adult—though she didn’t release pheromones—she clearly carried the aura of an alpha not to be trifled with. None dared approach her.
A few bold ones, however, pulled out their phones and snapped pictures of her and the child. Jiang Yi noticed but didn’t stop them. After all, whenever she took Little Qiji out, people often asked to take photos with the baby. She was used to it.
Soon, the professor entered the classroom. After a brief self-introduction and an overview of the course, the lecture began.
Halfway through, the professor walked around with an electronic pen and stopped beside Jiang Yi.
At that moment, Jiang Yi was taking notes while Little Qiji nestled in her arms, her big, bright eyes fixed curiously on the notebook.
The professor paused and casually asked, “Where did you find such a well-behaved child? She doesn’t cry or fuss during class—how is she so obedient?” Was this what they meant by “someone else’s child”? Why was her own like a little demon, wailing nonstop?
In the capital, Jiang Yi wasn’t the first student to bring a child to class, so the professor wasn’t surprised.
Jiang Yi blinked, then looked up with a smile. “Oh, she’s mine. She’s always been good—just needs a little coaxing. Professor… we’re not disrupting the lecture, are we?”
The professor glanced down at the young alpha, then at the child in her arms, who was also looking up with wide eyes. Adorable.
She nodded. “No, not at all. But I think the two of you are distracting the class. Everyone was staring at you just now, not my slides.”
The teasing remark drew laughter from the students.
Jiang Yi scratched her head awkwardly with her pen, unsure how to respond.
The professor sat on the desk beside her and glanced at the class. “Seems like you’re all curious about this student. Should I interview her for you?”
The class cheered in unison. “Yes!”
The professor turned back to Jiang Yi. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Jiang Yi shook her head, smiling. “Not at all.”
“Your name?”
“Jiang Yi. The ‘Yi’ from ‘lost and found.'”
Someone in the class piped up, “Ah! The one who missed the freshman orientation!”
The professor nodded thoughtfully, then eyed Jiang Yi’s hand. “You’re married?”
Jiang Yi nodded. “Yeah. The baby’s mine and my wife’s.”
“What’s her name?”
“Qiji.”
The professor hummed in understanding. “Qiji—nice name.” She stood and patted Jiang Yi’s shoulder. “Not bad, young one. Very responsible.”
She turned to the class. “University life is vibrant, full of temptations. Learn from Jiang Yi here—be responsible, be accountable.”
“Alright, gossip time’s over. Pay attention now, or I’ll start calling on people.”
The class laughed and settled in, actually focusing this time.
Perhaps because the professor broke the ice, after class, many curious students approached Jiang Yi. The bolder ones even asked if they could hold the baby.
Jiang Yi hesitated but handed Little Qiji over. The child wasn’t shy—she giggled in anyone’s arms. Her laughter was infectious, and soon a crowd gathered, cooing over her. Someone asked if she could talk yet.
Jiang Yi answered, “She can say ‘Mama’ and a few simple words…”
Then a bunch of weird aunties started teasing her, trying to get her to call them.
Just as Jiang Yi and the baby were surrounded, Jiang Sixian called. Jiang Yi quickly answered. “Class over? Should I pick you up for lunch?”
Jiang Yi hurriedly replied, “No, no, just give me the address. I’ll bring Qiji to you.”
Jiang Sixian chuckled. “I’m almost at your classroom.”
Jiang Yi immediately started packing. “Wait for me, I’ll be right out.”
She hung up, swiftly gathered her things, and reclaimed Little Qiji from the crowd, strapping her to her chest. “Qiji, say bye-bye to the aunties.”
Obediently, the baby flashed a big grin and waved her tiny hand. “Bye~ bye~”
The classmates clutched their hearts again. A few outgoing ones asked, “Why the rush? You missed the class meet-up. Let’s hang out today!”
Jiang Yi smiled sheepishly. “My wife wasn’t feeling well that night, so I couldn’t make it. Next time. She’s here now—I’ve got to go.”
She kept saying “my wife,” and the group erupted in awe, eager to see who this spouse was. Jiang Yi clearly wasn’t lacking in looks or means—who could make her marry young and willingly take on parenting?
They followed her out, only to see Jiang Sixian approaching. A junior now, Jiang Sixian carried herself with a maturity beyond the freshmen. Stunning and poised, she drew eyes wherever she went.
The classmates gasped. “Isn’t that… the student council president? The one who gave the welcome speech? Jiang Sixian!”
In their awed whispers, Jiang Sixian walked up to Jiang Yi with a smile. “Jiang Yi…”
A classmate nudged her. “You know President Jiang?”
Jiang Yi nodded. “Yeah. She’s my wife.”
The group froze, staring in disbelief. Just then, Little Qiji turned toward Jiang Sixian, clapping her hands excitedly. “Ma… Mommy… up…”
Jiang Sixian reached out, stroking her cheek. “Baby, Mommy will hold you in a bit, okay?”
Under their stunned gazes, Jiang Sixian moved to take Jiang Yi’s bag. “Let me carry her. I missed her today.”
Jiang Yi grinned but refused. “Let’s eat first. You can hold her after we sit. Come on, I’m starving.”
She took Jiang Sixian’s hand and started walking, then paused and turned back. “Oh, right. This is my wife, Jiang Sixian.”
“We’re heading out. Bye.”
With that, she led Jiang Sixian away, hand in hand. The class watched their retreating figures, dazed.
Wait—Jiang Yi’s wife was really Jiang Sixian?! With a beauty like that, they’d marry young and raise kids too!
That afternoon, the school forum buzzed with a new post:
“Shocking! A Freshman Brought Her Baby to Class!”
The post read:
“I’m a freshman. Today, in my first lecture, a new classmate brought her baby. The classmate’s an alpha—really good-looking—and the kid’s adorable. Everyone kept staring.”
“The professor was funny, asking about the baby mid-lecture. Turns out, the alpha’s the parent, and she’s married. She seems older than us, more mature.”
“But here’s the kicker—her wife is the current student council president! That gorgeous senior!”
“Ugh, so jealous! If I had a wife like that, I’d marry young too!”
Freshmen flooded the thread, begging for photos. Upperclassmen, however, were unfazed.
“Oh, it’s just Jiang Yi.”
“She’s back in class? Thought she’d take another gap year.”
“Get used to it, kiddos. I’m a junior—been eating their dog food for over a year. Check the ‘Double Jiang CP’ tag. They’re always flaunting their love.”
Amid the resigned replies were links to countless posts: Jiang Sixian bringing Jiang Yi lunch, the couple strolling campus with their baby, Jiang Yi cheering from the audience when Jiang Sixian won awards…
They were practically inseparable.
Those who once criticized Jiang Sixian for marrying and having kids young had long been silenced by the relentless displays of affection. Many omegas now thought—if they could find an alpha like Jiang Yi, early marriage wouldn’t be so bad.
From that day on, Jiang Yi became a legend among the freshmen.
Autumn faded into winter, and Jiang Yi’s twentieth birthday arrived. That night, surrounded by friends, she celebrated warmly.
In Jiang Sixian’s embrace, Jiang Yi had her happiest birthday yet. Nothing tragic happened.
The next morning, snow blanketed the capital again. Jiang Yi woke up early, pressing excitedly against Jiang Sixian like an eager puppy. “Jiang Sixian, Jiang Sixian… get up! Let’s go get our marriage license!”
Jiang Sixian, still half-asleep, blinked up at her. “Now? What time is it?”
Jiang Yi flashed a grin. “Seven-thirty. If we hurry, we can be first in line!”
Jiang Sixian, nestled in warm sheets, was reluctant to move. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Yi’s neck, pulling her down. “But I’m so tired… Let’s go this afternoon, okay?”
Her lips brushed Jiang Yi’s neck as she murmured, “You’ve been so busy lately… I haven’t had enough of you. I’m exhausted…”
Jiang Yi shivered, burrowing under the covers with her. “Don’t… Jiang Sixian, we’re out of… you know…”
Jiang Sixian ignored her, pressing kisses to her forehead. “You had the surgery, right? It’s been six months—success rate’s high. Worst case, I’ll take a pill.”
Jiang Yi considered it and stopped resisting. Dizzy from kisses, she let Jiang Sixian consume her.
Jiang Sixian bit her chin lightly, urging, “Faster…”
Jiang Yi pulled her close, burying her face in Jiang Sixian’s neck. On this cold winter morning, warmth enveloped her.
Holding Jiang Sixian, her heart was at peace. “Jiang Sixian, I love you.” A thousand, a million times wouldn’t be enough.
Jiang Sixian cradled her head, trembling under the covers. “I know… I know…”
But Jiang Yi thought—no, you don’t. No matter how many times she said it, Jiang Sixian could never grasp just how much she loved her.
Because Jiang Yi loved her with every fiber of her being, ready to burn herself to ashes for her.
Even after twenty, in all the days to come, she would love Jiang Sixian just the same—unwaveringly, eternally.
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