I woke up one morning to find my husband had turned back into his seventeen-year-old self. He refused to believe we were married. Blushing furiously, he gritted his teeth and said: "I'd rather die than marry a... trashy woman like you." But before he could finish, a man who looked exactly like him walked in, his face dark as a storm cloud. I looked at the newcomer and said softly, "Hubby, hug." 1 Waking up in the morning, I sensed something weird beside me on the pillow. Exhausted from last night's activities, I wasn't fully awake yet, so I just whined in protest. Habitually, I hugged the person next to me, nuzzling into his embrace like a clingy koala. "Hubby, let's sleep a bit longer." Unexpectedly, my usually gentle and considerate husband yanked his arm away and pushed me off. "Hubby?" I opened my eyes, confused. Only to realize the person beside me wasn't Caleb. No, wait. He was Caleb. Just a carbon copy, shrunk down to a younger version. Sunlight danced on the ends of his messy hair. Unlike his usual sharp, cool demeanor, 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 was 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 Caleb in front of me was at least ten years younger. He looked like a high school student who hadn't yet been tainted by the world. I wrapped the blanket tighter around my chest, leaning in curiously to examine him. "Hubby, you seem to have shrunk." Hearing my address. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. He pursed his lips, dodging my touch as if avoiding a virus. Then, he looked at me with a gaze that could only be described as cold. "Don't talk to me in that disgusting tone. I'm not your hubby." Something was wrong. Very wrong. I propped up my weak body slowly. Habitually, like countless times before, I opened my arms for a hug. My oversized T-shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing a patch of pale skin. Despite having seen similar scenes countless times, Caleb reacted like it was his first. He jerked back as if electrocuted, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud. The tips of his ears turned red instantly, but his eyes were fixed on me. His face remained icy, but his eyes clearly betrayed panic and shyness, along with a trace of curiosity he didn't even notice himself. It was completely different from the mature, steady man in my memory. "Indecent!" "Stay away from me!" I was a bit dazed. I vaguely remembered last night, when I was half-asleep, he was the one who put this shirt on me, saying something about wrapping me in his scent. Everything was fine then. Why was he acting like a different person today? Before I could speak. He sneered, his gaze turning colder. "Did the old man send you?" "What, kicking me out of the house wasn't enough? He has to ruin my reputation too?" He paused, hatred pouring out from his trembling fingertips. Then, word by word, he said with loathing: "You people are disgusting." Caleb would never speak to me like that. And he would never look at me with such cold eyes. He looked exactly like Caleb, but the ruthlessness and despair seeping from his bones made me realize clearly—this was absolutely not the man I spent five years desperately redeeming. My sleepiness vanished completely. 2 My mission in this world was to save the villain, Caleb. In the original book, he was the most vicious, gloomy villain. Abused by his family since childhood, his personality became extremely twisted. After reaching adulthood, he would turn dark for various reasons. Not only would he kidnap and imprison the female lead, but he would also destroy the male lead's career and orchestrate a car accident to cripple him. And I was the wealthy fiancée forced to marry him. To prevent him from turning dark, the System tasked me with teaching him what love is. But all I knew how to do was act cute, spend money, and be clingy. Since arriving in this world. I followed him around all day, calling him "hubby" non-stop. 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 tell me what you want." I blinked, cleverly changing my tune: "Brother Caleb, I want to buy a bag." He opened a supplementary card for me decisively, his attitude impatient: "Don't appear in front of me in the future. I don't like materialistic women like you." I agreed readily, then turned around and moved into his house. Not only did I bring my luggage, but I also went on a shopping spree with his card. Every day, I dressed up like a little cupcake and barged into his black-and-white world. He was gloomy and sullen; I was lively and cheerful. Whenever he resisted me, I cried. The System mocked ruthlessly: "The villain is cold by nature. He was indifferent even when his own mother died. He's an emotionless monster." "Do you really think shedding a few crocodile tears will move him?" Is that so? Then what was that thing poking me from behind when he got drunk before? And who was the one stealing kisses while I was asleep? I said nothing, just cried. Tears streamed from my big, watery eyes. I didn't make a sound, just looked at him with a pouting, aggrieved face. One second. Two seconds. He sighed helplessly, resignedly picked up a tissue to wipe my tears, and coaxed in a low voice: "Why are you crying again?" "So delicate." "Didn't you like that new bag at Ginza the other day? Ask Uncle Li to take you to buy it. And that mochi ice cream you were crying for yesterday, I bought it and put it in the fridge. Ask Auntie Qiu to thaw it for you later." "Stop crying, okay? You'll blame me if your eyes hurt later." The System was dumbfounded. "I thought he was a gloomy villain? How did you train him into a sugar daddy boyfriend?" Who knows? Maybe spoiled women really do have the best lives. Two years passed. Not only was I not kicked out of the Caleb household, but I also married Caleb and became his reason for living in this world. The System announced his darkness value was cleared and he wouldn't disturb the protagonists' lives anymore, then disappeared. Now, I had to summon the System again. "System, what's going on?" It arrived late, reacting slowly: "Sorry, host. There was a problem with the villain in the previous timeline, causing him to turn dark prematurely. If left unchecked, the whole world would collapse, so I had to temporarily send him to this timeline." "What you see now is seventeen-year-old Caleb. His darkness value has reached 99%." "If possible, please save him again. Please." 3 I transmigrated to this world five years ago. At that time, Caleb had already become the tyrannical CEO feared by everyone in the capital. The Little Caleb in front of me had the makings of a villain, but was clearly much greener. He didn't believe me, even sneering: "Married? Me and you?" His gaze swept over me, his expression changing from unnatural to extremely unnatural. Still not daring to look at the key areas, he forced an imposing air and snorted coldly: "I'd 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 dark aura instantly filling the space. It was the real Caleb. System: "Crap, I forgot your husband is still here." Surprised and delighted, I called out in my usual sweet, soft voice: "Hubby!" Seventeen-year-old Caleb'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." Caleb picked me up with a dark face, his low, raspy voice wrapped in undeniable authority and unconcealable anger. "Who called you? Flattering yourself." In the shadows, his gaze clashed with the teenage Caleb's. Invisible sparks seemed to fly. I obediently wrapped my legs around his waist, buried my face in his neck, and hooked my arms around him. But I could feel the two burning gazes clashing. The smell of gunpowder in the air made breathing tense. "Baby, go to the next room and put some clothes on." Caleb patted my butt lightly, planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, then looked at Little Caleb with a flash of hostility in his eyes. "Let's chat alone." 4 I don't know what Caleb talked about with him. When he came out, the boy looked disgruntled. But the strange scene before him 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 this "frivolous" woman really was his wife. I looked at the two Calebs, one big and one small. I poked the big one secretly. Then, thinking I was whispering, I said: "Hubby, he's so small. Still a little baby." But I underestimated the sensitivity of a teenager in puberty. The already low-pressure person exploded at the slightest touch. His face was terrifyingly dark, with "I'm very upset, apologize to me" written all over it. His displeasure lasted until noon. While eating, he frowned and clicked his tongue, throwing his chopsticks on the table irritably. "Enough, you two. Do you have to be like this even when eating?" "Disgusting." Caleb was deboning fish for me. Ever since a small bone got stuck in my throat last time, he never let me eat fish by 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 when he left, slamming the door angrily. Once he left, I sighed in relief: "Hubby, you had such a bad temper when you were seventeen." Caleb put the deboned fish in my bowl. "Don't treat him as me." I wanted to say more, but he blocked my mouth himself. "Mmph..." After a long while, he stopped. His gaze was dark as he rubbed my lips vigorously. "Baby, shouldn't you explain to me?" I wanted to cry but had no tears. How do I explain this? It's all the System's fault! Caleb knew about the System. I never thought of hiding it from him and confessed everything after we got married. Seeing my expression, he guessed most of it. Pausing, he asked: "Is it the System?" I nodded quickly, hugging him and chattering about my grievances. Hearing the word "redemption," his eyebrows raised. "I'll figure this out. Don't listen to the System." When mentioning others, Caleb was always indifferent. Including himself. I hesitated: "But, that's you after all..." "No, baby." "I can't let you do risky things. Besides, I know very well that only pain can make a person strong. How can he take revenge later without experiencing this? He's not that fragile." "I'm going abroad for a business trip soon, for at least a month. During this time, ensure your own safety first, can you do that?" I nodded. Caleb smiled with satisfaction. He reached into my clothes, felt the slight bulge of my tummy, and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom. I hugged his neck, trying to salvage the situation. "But hubby, he really looks so pitiful." His eyes were obscure. He lowered his head and bit my shoulder. "I'm more pitiful than him. Touch if you don't believe me." Me: ... I knew this man had no good intentions. Turning every topic into something dirty. "Caleb! Didn't we just... yesterday!" I grabbed his hair, speaking urgently. "Don't bite!" A chuckle. It was as if he had returned to that villain with a terrible personality. He looked up slowly, his lazy voice mixed with huskiness, carrying a low trailing note that made 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? 5 When I woke up, Caleb was gone. The System urged me to hurry up with the mission. "Hurry, hurry! While your husband is away, take down this Little Hubby!" ...What Little Hubby, Big Hubby. It made me feel guilty, like I was having an affair. ... Afraid of others noticing something wrong. Before leaving, Caleb gave everyone in the house a long vacation. He also ordered a month's worth of home-delivered meals from the best restaurant in town, ensuring I wouldn't starve. I called Little Caleb downstairs to eat. He waited for ages, only to see a table of exquisite takeout. His face stiffened instantly: "Just eating this?" "Yeah." I looked at him innocently and shrugged. "I can't cook." Since marrying Caleb, I hadn't even entered the kitchen. The only time I tried to bake egg tarts following an online recipe, I barely did anything and the air fryer exploded. Since then, I was strictly forbidden from approaching the kitchen. "You can't even cook?" Little Caleb was incredulous. He couldn't understand how an adult couldn't even manage basic survival skills. But my matter-of-fact expression suddenly reminded him of something, and his face turned ugly. Obviously, the person who spoiled me to the point of not lifting a finger was himself. What made him collapse was far more than this. Everything in the house was in pairs. The walls were covered with photos of me and Caleb. He stared blankly at the toothbrush on the sink, unable to believe that with his aesthetic, he would use baby blue toiletries. Seeing him looking like his soul had left his body, I didn't have the heart to tell him. Baby blue was mine; baby pink was his. He muttered: "Impossible... how could I marry a woman like her..." I couldn't help but find it funny. If he knew he was the one kneeling and begging me to marry him back then, wouldn't he collapse even more? But I didn't say that. Seventeen-year-old Caleb seemed less steady than the Caleb I first met, but more irritable.
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