Transmigrated into the Villain's Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife (Transmigrated into a Book) - Chapter 29.1

Han Junye’s mind was a jumble of chaotic memories.

While he had been unconscious, he hadn’t been able to speak, but he had been aware of everything happening around him. It was as if he were a bystander, watching his younger self struggle. His sworn enemy from his past life had actually jumped off a city tower to save him. Hah, interesting.

Once his memories had fully merged, and he could clearly see the faces of his long-forgotten parents, all he felt was irony—nothing but irony.

Those two… They had always been willing to do anything for their own interests. Truly, a well-matched pair.

Han Junye thought this must be Heaven’s cruelest joke.

Back then, when he was just a child, all he remembered was his parents falling one after another under Yan Mingge’s sword. Their bl00d pooling on the ground—an image that became his lifelong nightmare.

But now, looking at the past from the perspective of an outsider, he realized that his parents had intended to abandon him. While Yan Mingge had been the one to save him!

Was fate trying to tell him that all his hatred and resentment from his past life had been misplaced?

His lifelong obsession with mastering both martial and scholarly arts had all been fueled by his burning hatred for Yan Mingge. Now, with the very foundation of his beliefs crumbling, he was left feeling utterly lost…

Before he could think further, Lin Chu walked in, carrying a bowl of warm goat’s milk porridge.

“Come and eat.” Lin Chu placed the bowl on the low table, faintly noticing that something seemed off about the little bun’s expression.

Han Junye quickly masked his emotions, putting on the wide-eyed innocence of a child. He jumped off the bed and obediently sat by the low table.

He was small, and sitting on the low stool by the table was just the right height for him.

Lin Chu had seen him eat by himself before, so she wasn’t worried about him spilling the porridge on his clothes.

Resting her chin on her hand, she watched as the little bun quietly and obediently finished his meal, spoonful by spoonful.

She knew Han Junye was an intelligent child, and deep down, she even suspected that he was faking his memory loss just to get them to adopt him. After all, the novel had mentioned that his childhood in the Han family had been a dark period of his life.

Children were extremely sensitive. They naturally lean toward those who treated them well. Now that his parents were gone, the only people he could rely on were herself and Yan Mingge.

But… one of them was the protagonist, and the other was the villain. They were supposed to be mortal enemies!

It was fine while he was still a child, but what about when he grew up?

While Lin Chu was caught in an internal struggle, Han Junye was also quietly observing her.

As sworn enemies in his past life, he had thoroughly investigated everything about Yan Mingge. He was certain that in his previous life, Yan Mingge had never had a woman by his side. So where did this scheming old fox suddenly dig up a wife from in this lifetime?

The two of them subtly sized each other up until Han Junye finally finished his bowl of goat’s milk porridge.

“Are you full?” Lin Chu asked with a smile. No matter what, he was just a five-year-old child. What trouble could he possibly cause?

“Full!” Han Junye beamed, his expression as harmless as an innocent little bun.

Lin Chu used a handkerchief to wipe away the milk residue from the corners of his mouth, then called Jing He in to take away the dishes.

Han Junye glanced at Jing He and immediately recognized that she was trained in martial arts. Without hesitation, he shamelessly reached out toward Lin Chu.

“Mommy, hug…”

He extended his arms toward her.

He had deliberately called her “Mommy” to make it clear to Yan Mingge that he had lost his memory.

Based on his past life’s understanding of Yan Mingge, the ruthless villain would never allow any potential threat to remain alive.

In his past life, Han Junye had managed to blend in with the refugees and avoid being found by Yan Mingge. But in this life, he was right under the man’s nose…

Although he felt that the current Yan Mingge was somewhat different from his archenemy of the previous life, Yan Mingge had still killed Han Zichen.

Some things had deviated from their original course, yet others remained unchanged.

Han Junye couldn’t quite grasp Yan Mingge’s attitude toward him. After thinking it over, he decided that pretending to have amnesia was the best course of action.

At the very least, it would keep Yan Mingge from killing him too soon.

Being repeatedly called “Mother” left Lin Chu rather helpless. She pinched Han Junye’s chubby little face and whispered, “

You should call me ‘Aunt’!”

Han Junye’s large eyes welled up with mist. 

“Mother doesn’t want Ye’er anymore…”

Lin Chu: “…”

Why did she suddenly feel guilty?

She panicked a little at the sight of the teary-eyed child.

“Hey, don’t cry! I’m really not your mother…” Lin Chu was getting a headache.

Just as she was explaining, a cool, clear voice came from the doorway. 

“What’s going on?”

Yan Mingge stood at the door, clad in his gleaming armor, backlit by the sunlight. He exuded the aura of a god of war descending upon the world. His neatly tied hair accentuated his refined and striking features, but the oppressive air of dominance surrounding him made it hard to breathe.

It was the first time Lin Chu had seen Yan Mingge in such formal battle attire. Her eyes lit up at the sight.

But recalling the events of last night, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat uneasy, so her tone remained distant. 

“You’re back?” She shifted her gaze to Han Junye. “The child had a high fever yesterday and has been talking nonsense all day. I was just thinking of taking him to the clinic for a checkup.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Mingge’s gaze landed on Han Junye.

Suddenly, Han Junye let out a loud wail and clung tightly to Lin Chu’s leg, refusing to let go. He ignored Yan Mingge and cried out, 

“Mother…”

Startled by his sudden outburst, Lin Chu had no choice but to pick him up and soothe him. 

“Don’t cry, don’t cry…”

Yan Mingge frowned. “What’s wrong with him?”

Lin Chu shot him a look and said meaningfully, 

“Could it be that you’re too intimidating?”

Yan Mingge: “…”

Lin Chu forced an awkward chuckle. 

“Maybe you should step outside and give it a try?”

Yan Mingge gave her an unreadable glance before looking down at Han Junye. 

“If you keep crying, I’ll throw you out.”

Han Junye immediately stopped crying, but his little body continued to hiccup.

Lin Chu felt sorry for him and cast an unhappy glance at Yan Mingge.

Yan Mingge, however, saw nothing wrong with what he had said. He took a step forward and lifted Han Junye with one hand.

The child’s bones were delicate, and Lin Chu was afraid he’d hurt his neck, so she quickly called out, 

“That’s not how you hold a child!”

Yan Mingge, of course, knew that carrying a child required both hands, but he was feeling a little annoyed at the moment.

Still, since Lin Chu had pointed it out, he reluctantly held Han Junye with both hands, looking down at the chubby little face with undisguised disdain.

Han Junye’s inner alarms blared. This villain definitely had the intention to kill him!

Hiccupping as he cried, he suddenly let out another wail.

Lin Chu worried that Yan Mingge’s hard armor had hurt him, so she quickly took him back into her arms.

Han Junye immediately wrapped his little arms around her neck, sobbing his heart out. 

“Mother…”

Yan Mingge narrowed his eyes at the little brat and said slowly, 

“I’ll go with you to the clinic after lunch.”

Lin Chu was surprised. “You’re not going to the barracks this afternoon?”

“I’m not.” Yan Mingge glanced at Han Junye again. “He only calls for his mother but not his father—he really must be brain-damaged.”

Lin Chu: “…”

Han Junye: “…”

The “family of three” finished lunch in an odd atmosphere before Yan Mingge took Lin Chu and Han Junye to the clinic.

Since they had no servant boys at home yet, Yan Mingge had to drive the carriage himself. He figured he should buy a servant boy when he had time—otherwise, when he wasn’t home, Lin Chu wouldn’t even have someone to drive her carriage.

Before long, they arrived at the clinic. Compared to Qiang City, Yao City was much more peaceful, but being a border town, it was still affected by the chaotic times. The clinic was crowded with people seeking medical treatment, and the line extended all the way to the entrance.

The cold wind howled outside. Lin Chu was worried that Han Junye might catch a chill again, so she didn’t let him get out of the carriage.

A few idle ruffians loitered near the clinic. Seeing a carriage stop there, they occasionally cast glances in its direction.

Eventually, one of the bolder ones stepped forward to talk to Yan Mingge. That was when Lin Chu learned that these men hung around the clinic looking for people who wanted to see a doctor but didn’t want to wait in line. For two or three copper coins, they would hold a spot in the queue for them.

Yan Mingge handed the rogue five copper coins. The ruffian was delighted and immediately joined the long line.

The other idlers watching from the wall looked envious and a little annoyed—perhaps regretting not having approached the intimidating man first.

With the ruffian now in line, Yan Mingge didn’t get into the carriage to sit.

Lin Chu figured he probably just didn’t want to be in a crowded place. Which made sense—if he stood among the sick with that grim expression, he’d probably scare them all away.

With so many people seeking medical attention, the wait was exceptionally long.

To keep Han Junye entertained, Lin Chu told him stories. Every now and then, she lifted the carriage curtain to check the line, but the ruffian still hadn’t reached the entrance.

Leaning against the carriage wall, Lin Chu sighed. No matter the era, seeing a doctor was never easy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside. Lin Chu lifted the curtain to look.

A burly man, standing at least seven feet tall, stormed into the clinic with a woman in tow. He shoved an elderly man out of the way, ignoring the fact that the old man was already being treated, and sat the woman down in his place.

The elderly man, unsteady on his feet, stumbled backward and fell hard to the ground, groaning in pain.

The bystanders began whispering among themselves, muttering unpleasant things.

The burly man scowled and barked at the sick and elderly, instantly silencing the crowd.

The doctor initially wanted to speak up, but after seeing how fierce the man was, he swallowed his words.

Slamming a large blade onto the counter, the man roared, “My wife had a miscarriage! Treat her properly! If you can’t save the child, I’ll take your head as compensation!”

The young woman sitting on the chair had almond-shaped eyes and delicate peach-blossom cheeks—she was a real beauty. She clutched her lower abdomen with one hand, feigning pain, but her eyes held a flicker of unease as she looked at the doctor.

Lin Chu found the woman’s face somewhat familiar. She studied her a little more closely and suddenly realized—wasn’t this one of the exiled women who had entered the deputy general’s tent? She wasn’t a servant like the original host but rather the concubine of another fallen noble family. The original host had never been close to her, though they had some minor conflicts after arriving at the border.

Just then, Yan Mingge’s voice came from outside the carriage. 

“I’m stepping out for a moment. Stay inside and don’t wander off.”

Lin Chu watched as Yan Mingge strode toward the medical clinic with large, determined steps. She thought perhaps the notorious villain had suddenly decided to do a good deed and teach that boorish man a lesson for skipping the queue and bullying the weak.

His aura was so overwhelming that the crowd instinctively parted to make way for him.

The burly man gripping his knife and threatening the doctor glanced up at Yan Mingge—and his hand immediately began to tremble.

“Yan… Yan…” He was so terrified that he couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

Then, as soon as he spotted an open window, he didn’t hesitate. He bolted toward it and dived straight through.

“Dear!” The woman on the chair let out a sharp scream.

But the man never even looked back.

Yan Mingge glanced at the knife still stuck in the counter, pulled it out, and examined it. The beautiful woman turned pale, assuming he was an enemy of her husband. She hurriedly pleaded, “I… I’m just his concubine! He has a proper wife! Please don’t kill me… I’ve only been married to him for less than a month!”

To outmaneuver the first wife, she had even faked a pregnancy. Then, two days ago, Wang Meng had suddenly rushed them on the road. She had accidentally fallen and coincidentally started her monthly cycle, so she seized the chance to claim she’d suffered a miscarriage. But unexpectedly, Wang Meng had insisted on bringing her to the clinic today.

Yan Mingge completely ignored the woman. He simply told the doctor, “Continue treating patients,” then leaped out of the broken window after Wang Meng.

The woman had nothing wrong with her to begin with. Now that her husband had abandoned her, she could feel the judgmental gazes from the surrounding patients. Annoyed, she got up, flicked her sleeves, and stormed off.

With that, the commotion at the clinic ended, and the doctor resumed seeing patients.

Lin Chu lifted the carriage curtain slightly and watched the woman walk away. Just as she rounded a street corner, a bloodcurdling scream tore through the air, followed by a series of anguished cries: “Dear—!”

At that moment, Yan Mingge returned. The street thug he had paid to stand in line was now peeking curiously toward their carriage.

Yan Mingge lifted Han Junye out of the carriage and said in a calm voice, 

“Get his head checked.”

Lin Chu had originally wanted to ask about the scene around the corner, but after hearing Yan Mingge’s remark, she was at loss for words.

That sounded an awful lot like an insult.

Looking at the poor little dumpling being held like a sack of rice, Lin Chu couldn’t help but take him into her arms. 

“Didn’t you carry him in your arms the whole way back before? What’s with you now?”

Yan Mingge cast a disdainful glance at the child. 

“I don’t know. I just find him more and more of an eyesore.”

Han Junye’s expression stiffened.

Just then, from the direction of the street corner, someone shouted, 

“Murder! There’s been a murder!”

Lin Chu glanced at Yan Mingge. 

“That was…”

Yan Mingge nodded. “Cleaning up a traitor in Qiang City.”

Since they had reached the clinic entrance, Lin Chu knew this wasn’t the place to discuss such matters and kept silent.

Once it was their turn, she placed the little dumpling onto the stool and said to the doctor, 

“Doctor, could you take a look? He had a fever from a cold yesterday.”

Whether the little bun had real amnesia or not, Lin Chu didn’t particularly care. She just wanted him to be safe and healthy. He had already lost his parents and his home—at the very least, she hoped fate wouldn’t take his health away too.

The elderly doctor, whose fingers were as gnarled as pine bark, pressed on Han Junye’s chubby wrist to check his pulse. After examining him for a while, he chuckled and said, 

“You’ve been feeding this child well—he’s so plump that I almost couldn’t find his pulse.”

Yan Mingge commented leisurely, “He’s getting as round as Little Gray.”

Han Junye, his round face scrunched up: “…”

He was going on a diet.

“The cold has mostly cleared up,” the doctor said, stroking his goatee. “The boy has a strong constitution. Medicine is, after all, a kind of poison—so I won’t prescribe anything further. You two, as parents, just need to be more mindful and make sure he doesn’t catch another chill.”

Lin Chu was just about to thank him when Yan Mingge suddenly asked, 

“His brain isn’t damaged from the fever, is it?”

The doctor gave him a sharp glare, and the waiting patients started murmuring among themselves—clearly judging Yan Mingge’s parenting skills.

Han Junye lay against Lin Chu’s shoulder, facing away from Yan Mingge. His tiny face had darkened completely as he ground his teeth in frustration.

Unfazed by the doctor’s or the crowd’s disapproving looks, Yan Mingge continued, 

“Otherwise, why else would this fool not even know how to call his father?”

Lin Chu’s expression became a little complicated. She hadn’t expected the infamous villain to say something like this.

A middle-aged woman waiting to see the doctor chimed in, 

“Young man, you look terrifying with that stern face. You’re scaring the poor child—of course he won’t call you ‘Father’!”

Someone else agreed, “That’s right! How can you be so fierce to your own child?”

Successfully courting disaster and earning the scorn of the crowd, Yan Mingge took the little bun and left the clinic.

Lin Chu carried Han Junye onto the carriage. When Yan Mingge got in, he reached out and pinched the little bun’s chubby face, though his tone carried a rare trace of amusement. 

“You little brat.”

Han Junye buried his head into Lin Chu’s arms, seemingly acting spoiled, but his eyes held a complexity only he could understand.