I woke up to find my husband had suddenly turned into his seventeen-year-old self. He refused to believe he was married, his face flushing red as he gritted his teeth: "I would rather die than marry a... loose woman like you." But before he could finish, a man who looked exactly like him walked through the door, his face dark as a thundercloud. I said softly, "Honey, hug." 1 I woke up feeling some strange movement beside me. After being tossed around all night, I was still sleepy, so I just murmured discontentedly. I hugged the person next to me out of habit, burrowing clingily into his chest: "Honey, let's sleep a little longer." Unexpectedly, my usually gentle and considerate husband pushed my hand away and shoved me aside. "Honey?" I opened my eyes in confusion. Only to find the person beside me wasn't Adrian. No, he was Adrian. Just a shrunken, carbon-copy version of him. Sunlight fell on his messy hair. Unlike his usual sharp coolness, his youthful, fair face was flushed with the rosiness of just waking up. He frowned, radiating low pressure. Meeting my gaze, a flicker of darkness passed through his cold eyes, his voice raspy: "Who are you?" "Why are you dressed like that... in my bed?" I didn't speak, rubbing my sleepy eyes. Am I still dreaming? The Adrian in front of me was at least ten years younger. He looked like an innocent high school student. I pulled the blanket tighter around my chest, leaning in curiously to examine him. "Honey, you seem to have shrunk." Hearing my address. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. He pursed his lips and dodged my touch as if I were a virus. Then, he looked at me with cold eyes and said, "Don't talk to me in that disgusting tone. I'm not your honey." Something's wrong. Very wrong. I propped up my weak body and got up slowly, habitually reaching out my arms for a hug like I always did. My oversized T-shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing a patch of white skin. Even though he'd seen similar scenes countless times, Adrian reacted like it was his first. He jerked back as if electrocuted, his back hitting the wall with a thud. The tips of his ears turned red instantly, but his eyes stared straight at me. His face was cold, but his eyes clearly showed panic and shyness, along with a hint of curiosity he didn't even notice himself. It was completely different from the mature and steady image in my memory. "Indecent!" "Stay away from me!" I was a bit confused. I vaguely remembered him putting the shirt on me himself last night when I was half-asleep, saying something about wrapping me in his scent. He was fine then, so why is he acting like a different person today? Before I could speak. He sneered, his eyes turning colder, "The old man sent you, didn't he?" "Kicking me out of the house wasn't enough? He wants to ruin my reputation too?" He paused, hot hatred surging from his trembling fingertips, then said with hatred, word by word, "You people are disgusting." Adrian never talked to me like this. He never looked at me with such cold eyes. He looked exactly like Adrian, but the ruthlessness and despair seeping from his bones made me realize clearly—this was absolutely not the man I had spent five years redeeming with all my might. My sleepiness vanished instantly. 2 My mission in this world was to save the villain, Adrian. In the original book, he was the most vicious and gloomy villain. Abused by his family since childhood, his personality became extremely twisted. In adulthood, he would turn "black" for various reasons, kidnapping the heroine, destroying the hero's career, and orchestrating a car accident to cripple him. And I was the wealthy fiancée forced to marry him. To prevent him from turning evil, the System tasked me with teaching him what love is. But all I knew was acting cute, spending money, and being clingy. Since coming to this world. I followed him around calling him "Hubby" all day. Our families had arranged our marriage since we were kids, so calling him "Hubby" seemed justified. But he always reacted strongly, covering my mouth as if he couldn't stand it, "Don't call me Hubby." "Just say what you want." I blinked and smartly changed my tune: "Adrian, I want to buy a bag." He gave me a supplementary card without hesitation, his attitude extremely impatient: "Don't appear in front of me in the future. I don't like mercenary women like you." I agreed readily, then turned around and moved into his house. Not only did I move in with my luggage, but I also went on shopping sprees with his card, dressing myself up like a little cupcake and barging into his black-and-white world every day. He was gloomy and dull; I was lively and cheerful. If he resisted me, I cried. The System mocked me ruthlessly: "The villain is naturally cold. He was indifferent even when his own mother died. He's an emotionless monster." "You don't think a few crocodile tears will move him, do you?" Really? Then what was poking me in the back when he was drunk? And what was stealing kisses while I was asleep? I said nothing, just cried. Tears flowed from my big, watery eyes. I didn't make a sound, just looked at him with a pouting, aggrieved expression. One second. Two seconds. He sighed helplessly, resignedly picking up a tissue to wipe my tears, coaxing in a low voice, "Why are you crying again?" "So delicate." "Didn't you like that new bag at Ginza? Ask Uncle Li to take you to buy it. And those mochi things you were crying for yesterday, I bought them and put them in the fridge. Ask Auntie Qiu to thaw them for you later." "Stop crying, okay? You'll blame me if your eyes hurt later." The System was dumbfounded. "Wasn't he supposed to be a gloomy villain? How did you train him into a daddy boyfriend?" Who knows? Maybe spoiled women have the best lives. Two years passed. Not only was I not kicked out of the Fu family, but I also married Adrian and became his courage to live in this world. After the System announced his "blackening value" was zero and he wouldn't disturb the protagonists' lives anymore, it disappeared. Now I had to call the System again. "System, what's going on?" It arrived late, reacting sluggishly: "Sorry Host, something went wrong with the villain in the previous timeline, causing him to turn evil prematurely. If left unchecked, the whole world will collapse, so I had to temporarily send him to this timeline." "You are looking at seventeen-year-old Adrian. His blackening value has reached 99%." "Please save him again, if possible." 3 I transmigrated to this world five years ago. At that time, Adrian had already become the tyrannical CEO feared by everyone in the capital. This Little Adrian in front of me had the makings of a villain but was obviously much more immature. He didn't believe me, even sneering: "Married? Me and you?" His gaze swept over me, his expression changing from unnatural to extremely unnatural. He still didn't dare look at the crucial parts but forced himself to maintain his momentum and snorted coldly, "I would rather die than marry a frivolous woman like you!" Before he could finish, the door was violently kicked open. A man who looked exactly like him strode into the room, a gloomy pressure instantly sweeping over us. It was the real Adrian. System: "Uh oh, forgot your husband was still here." Surprised and delighted, I called out sweetly in my usual soft tone: "Hubby!" Seventeen-year-old Adrian's ears turned red instantly. Blushing, he retorted impatiently in a low voice, "I told you I'm not your hubby!" "She was calling me." Adrian picked me up with a dark face, his low rasp carrying an undeniable aura and unconcealable anger. "Who called you? Flattering yourself." In the shadows, his gaze clashed with the teenage Adrian's, invisible sparks flying. I obediently wrapped my legs around his waist, buried my face in his neck, and hooked my arms around him, but I could feel two scorching gazes clashing. The smell of gunpowder in the air made breathing tense. "Babe, go to the next room and get dressed." Adrian patted my butt gently, planted a tender kiss on my forehead, then looked at Little Adrian with a flash of hostility. "We need to talk." 4 I don't know what Adrian said to him. When he came out, the boy looked unhappy, but the strange scene forced him to believe he had really traveled ten years into the future. After all, there was no second person in the world who looked exactly like him. And I, this "frivolous" woman, really was his wife. I looked at my two husbands, one big and one small. I quietly poked the big one. Then whispered, thinking I was quiet: "Hubby, he's so small. Still a baby." But I underestimated the sensitivity of a teenager. The already low-pressure boy exploded instantly, his face terrifyingly dark, writing "I'm very upset, apologize now" all over his face. His displeasure lasted until lunch. While eating, he frowned and tutted, slamming his chopsticks on the table irritably, "Enough already. Do you have to be like this even when eating?" "Disgusting." Adrian was deboning fish for me. Ever since I got a fishbone stuck in my throat, he never let me eat fish myself. Seeing this, he glanced at him indifferently. "If you don't like it, get out." So he really got out. His face was blacker than the bottom of a pot as he slammed the door and left. Once he was gone, I sighed with relief: "Hubby, you had such a bad temper at seventeen." Adrian put the deboned fish in my bowl, "Don't think of him as me." I wanted to say more but was silenced by his mouth. "Mmph..." After a long while, he stopped. His eyes were dark, rubbing my lips hard, "Babe, shouldn't you explain to me?" I wanted to cry. How could I explain? It's all the System's fault! Adrian knew about the System. I never planned to hide it from him and confessed everything after we got married. Seeing my expression, he guessed most of it. He paused, "Is it the System?" I nodded quickly, hugging him and chattering my grievances. Hearing the word "redemption," he raised an eyebrow. "I'll figure this out. Don't listen to the System." When mentioning others, Adrian always looked indifferent. Including himself. I hesitated: "But, that's you after all..." "No, babe." "I can't let you take risks. Besides, I know very well that only pain makes people strong. How can he take revenge without experiencing this? He's not that fragile." "I'm going abroad for business soon, for at least a month. During this time, ensure your own safety first, can you do that?" I nodded. Adrian smiled with satisfaction. He reached into my clothes, felt my slightly bulging belly, and picked me up to carry me to the room. I hooked my arms around his neck, trying to salvage the situation, "But honey, he looks really pitiful." His eyes were obscure as he lowered his head and bit my shoulder, "I'm more pitiful than him. Touch me if you don't believe it." Me: ... I knew this man had no good intentions. Turning every topic into something dirty. "Adrian! Didn't we just... yesterday!" I grabbed his hair, speaking urgently, "Don't bite!" A chuckle. It was as if he had turned back into that villain with a bad personality. He raised his head slowly, his lazy voice laced with huskiness and a low trailing note, making my heart tingle. "Why keep mentioning him? This is punishment for a disobedient baby." I wanted to cry. How can someone be jealous of themselves?
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