[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m":3,"chapter-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-26":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},533142,785,"Chapter 26: The First Lesson","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-26",26,"\u003Cp>Knocking wakes me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft and polite. Mrs. Wen’s voice filters through the door. \"Young Master Li?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink at the unfamiliar ceiling, cream paint, crown molding. The Wuchen estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She enters with a breakfast tray of toast, sliced fruit, and a glass of what looks like warm milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first morning, she’d brought a full breakfast...eggs, rice, vegetables. I’d taken one look and barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up, the smell alone had been enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday she’d adjusted, plain crackers, ginger tea, simple things that didn’t make my stomach rebel immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today: fruit and milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s learning what I can tolerate without me having to say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How are you feeling?\" she asks, setting the tray on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lie, but what else do I say? *I’m pregnant with a baby I didn’t plan, trapped in a house where I know no one, about to marry a man I barely know, and I can’t stop thinking about my sister’s face when she found out?*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wen doesn’t push, she just nods like she understands anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Breakfast is at seven from now on,\" she says. \"Grandmother Wuchen expects you in the parlor at eight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right. Training starts today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Mrs. Wen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pauses at the door. \"If you need anything...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know. Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaves quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look at the tray. The fruit actually looks appealing...melon, strawberries, grapes. The milk smells... neutral. Not offensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I manage half the fruit and most of the milk before my stomach decides that’s enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better than yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eight exactly, I make my way downstairs to the parlor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandmother Wuchen is already there, seated in that same high-backed chair, she looks at me with sharp, assessing eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning, Grandmother Wuchen,\" I say, keeping my voice level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She inclines her head slightly. \"Sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit on the sofa across from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your posture is atrocious,\" she says immediately. \"Straighten your spine. Shoulders back. Chin level.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I adjust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Better. Now stand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Walk to the door and back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shuffle. Pick up your feet. Move with purpose, not like you’re trying to disappear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I try again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Better,\" she says, though she doesn’t sound particularly impressed. \"Now we begin properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next two hours are brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to sit without slouching, how to stand without looking awkward, how to hold a teacup (pinky down, not up...that’s gauche apparently). How to greet business partners with the right amount of deference without seeming weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every mistake is corrected immediately and sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, your hand position is wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re mumbling. Speak clearly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want to embarrass this family at every function you attend?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My feet start hurting after the first hour from standing in the \"proper\" position. My back aches from keeping my spine rigid. By the time she finally dismisses me, I’m exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lunch is at noon in the dining room,\" she says. \"Do not be late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t say she’ll be there, just that lunch will be served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I make my way to the dining room at exactly noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table is massive, could easily seat twenty people. Today it’s set for two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me at one end, an empty seat at the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandmother Wuchen is nowhere to be seen. She must take her meals elsewhere, or maybe she has other commitments, I don’t know her schedule and no one’s volunteered to tell me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staff bring out the food...clear broth, plain rice, steamed vegetables, sliced chicken breast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple, bland things that won’t trigger nausea, someone’s been paying attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, Bael appears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s in work clothes..dress shirt, slacks. Must have been in his home office all morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sits at the opposite end of the table without a word, and starts eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence is heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I focus on my soup, which is bland enough not to trigger nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How was the training?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice startles me, I look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s watching me, expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dab my mouth with the napkin the way Grandmother drilled into me this morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then go back to my soup without answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes stay on me for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I feel the weight of his stare but I don’t look up, don’t acknowledge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How’s your body?\" he tries again. \"The ribs, the bruises.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I set my spoon down carefully. Pick up a piece of steamed carrot with my chopsticks, examine it like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still don’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence stretches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Bael goes back to his food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finishes quickly, efficiently. Then stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have work,\" he says to no one in particular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit alone at the massive table, pushing rice around my plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house is so quiet I can hear the clock ticking in the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is my life now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Etiquette training with Grandmother who criticizes everything, silent meals in an empty dining room, hours in between with nothing to do but exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can’t think about Feifei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t think about Mother’s face, or Father turning his back, or the life I left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurts too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I don’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lunch, I go back to my room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The architecture sketches are still in my suitcase where I packed them. I pull them out and spread them across the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Original Runze’s work. Museum designs, residential complexes, that commercial building with the innovative flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at them doesn’t hurt the way thinking about my family does.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re just lines and shapes, abstract, safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I study them until my eyes blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When that stops working, I pull out my phone and open a mindless game. Something with bright colors and simple mechanics that requires zero thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Wen brings dinner to my room without me asking. More bland, safe foods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I eat what I can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun sets outside my window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow will be the same. Etiquette training, silent lunch, empty hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day after day after day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the wedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until... what? The rest of my life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I close my eyes and try not to think about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try not to think about anything at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because thinking leads to remembering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And remembering leads to Feifei’s face, broken and crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Mother’s fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Father’s back turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To everything I destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I don’t think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surviving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that’s all I can do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...For now.\u003C\u002Fp>",1088,"2026-05-30T13:48:48.524Z","2026-06-01T04:31:23.281Z",1,"novelbin.me","c055bb8480e7451c2a173fcc9b3e1baf3a6323dfe644fa17d99f0ef9c2167081","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-27","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-25",106,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-cover.jpg"]