[{"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-76":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},533092,785,"Chapter 76: Trouble","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-76",76,"\u003Cp>I wake up to the feeling of being watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the paranoid kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The specific, irritating kind where you know exactly who’s doing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I open my eyes slowly, half-expecting to find an empty room because surely I’m imagining—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael is standing beside the bed, fully dressed for work, looking down at me with that unreadable expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost jump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jesus..!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good morning,\" he says, completely unbothered by the fact that he’s apparently been standing there staring at me like some kind of well-dressed stalker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sit up, heart still racing. \"How long have you been standing there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Long enough.\" He picks up his briefcase from the chair. \"You have four weeks left. You should start getting up earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blink at him, brain still half-asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You woke me up to lecture me about time management?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I woke you up because you slept through your alarms.\" He adjusts his watch with that casual precision that somehow makes everything he does look deliberate. \"Your deadline is tight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glance at my phone on the nightstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7:15 AM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three missed alarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See?\" There’s the faintest hint of satisfaction in his voice. \"I’ll make sure you’re up from now on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t need you to...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And eat properly today.\" He’s already heading for the door. \"I told Mrs. Wen to check on you at regular intervals. Don’t skip meals.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’s gone, just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving me sitting in bed, half-awake, thoroughly annoyed, and somehow also...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which is stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s just managing the pregnancy, making sure his investment stays healthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I throw off the covers and head to the bathroom, determinedly not thinking about the fact that he waited for me to wake up instead of just leaving for work like a normal person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I make it downstairs, Grandmother is already in the breakfast room with her tea and newspaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glances up when I enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re up late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was working.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I heard.\" She sets down her cup with that precise little click. \"Bael mentioned you entered some architecture competition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slide into my seat, reaching for the coffee. \"It’s a design competition. Master-planned community.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes track over me, assessing. \"And how is it progressing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine. I’m on schedule.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On schedule for what? Top three?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pause, cup halfway to my mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you’re entering a competition,\" Grandmother says, tone casual but pointed, \"I expect you to place in the top three at minimum. Preferably first, but I understand these things can be competitive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stare at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s under my own name. Li Runze.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re a Wuchen now, legally.\" She picks up her tea again. \"But even under your maiden name, you represent this family. So if you’re going to compete, compete properly. Win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure settles over my shoulders like a physical weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll do my best.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your best should be top three.\" She takes a delicate sip. \"Otherwise I’ll be very disappointed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words are delivered lightly, almost conversationally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there’s an edge underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A belief, maybe, that I can actually do this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which somehow makes it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood,\" I manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nods once, satisfied, and returns to her newspaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I finish breakfast in silence, mind already racing through the design elements I need to refine, the calculations I need to double-check, the presentation materials I need to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just what I needed today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day passes in a blur of sketches and revisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I work through lunch without realizing it until Mrs. Wen appears with a tray, looking like she expected exactly this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master Bael said to make sure you actually eat this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I look up from my traffic flow diagrams. \"I wasn’t skipping, I just forgot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sets the tray down with pointed firmness. \"Eat please. I’ll wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? No, just leave it here and I’ll—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crosses her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s definitely waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I eat while she watches, reviewing the green corridor integration on my laptop, my mind only half on the food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All of it,\" she says when I try to set aside the soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, ma’am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally leaves when the tray is empty, looking satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The afternoon blurs into evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point I notice my shirt feels tighter across my stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not obviously, not enough that anyone else would see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I can feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slight fullness, a gentle pressure that wasn’t there a week ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The baby is actually growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is actually real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I press my hand against my stomach experimentally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still mostly flat, just... different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firmer, maybe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or I’m imagining it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably imagining it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I go back to my sketches, determinedly not thinking about the fact that there’s a tiny human in there, getting bigger, making my body change in ways I can’t control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I finally lean back and stretch, my neck is stiff and my eyes are burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glance at the clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>9:47 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael isn’t home yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably working late, same as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I start organizing my materials, stacking papers, saving files.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I stop, and sit there for a moment, staring at nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What am I doing with Bael?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question surfaces unbidden, unwanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night...the argument, the hand-holding in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This morning...him standing there watching me sleep, making sure I woke up, acting like he has any right to manage my schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I actually like when he does that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing it’s all fake, all transactional, all about the baby and nothing about me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing he’s only paying attention because I’m carrying his heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still want it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want him to keep looking at me like that, I want him to keep checking on me, ordering food, touching my hand in the dark like it means something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it doesn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it can’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My chest feels tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is really bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if I’m honest with myself...if I stop lying for even five seconds...I already know what this is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I actually like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just attracted, not just convenient proximity, not just appreciating his face even though yes, fine, he’s objectively gorgeous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization sits there, heavy and uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When did that happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did I let that happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I press my fingers against my temples, trying to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s nothing about him worth liking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s controlling, emotionally unavailable, clearly still hung up on his ex, treats this marriage like a business arrangement because that’s exactly what it is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do I care when he shows up at midnight to drag me to bed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why does my heart race when he smirks at me over breakfast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do I notice every new expression that crosses his face like I’m cataloging them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like that apology after the hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time I’d seen him look genuinely concerned instead of just controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or the way he covered me with a blanket when I fell asleep in his office, like it didn’t even occur to him not to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or how he held me that night I asked him to, steady and warm, like maybe he didn’t mind as much as he should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or the ice cream he kept stocked without being asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or the way he touched my hand last night in the dark, barely any pressure, just... there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face feels hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart is beating too fast just thinking about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Bael doesn’t feel the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t feel the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made that very clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if he does show care sometimes, it’s only because of the baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only because I have value as the person carrying his heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...At least that’s something, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he has a reason to pay attention to me, even if it’s not the reason I want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he’ll keep taking care of me because the baby needs me healthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s better than nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better than being completely worthless to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let my head fall forward into my hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God, I’m pathetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Settling for scraps of attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Convincing myself that pregnancy-management counts as affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Falling for someone who sees me as an obligation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is wrong with me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do I even see in him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides the obvious physical appeal, because yes, he’s stupidly handsome and I’m not blind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beyond that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he’s different when he does show care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Softer, almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like there’s an actual person under all that control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way my heart speeds up every time I discover a new expression he can make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every small crack in the perfect composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every moment where he’s just... Bael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the CEO.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the cold, calculated businessman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the person who somehow knew I needed ice cream before I said it out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who stands in my study doorway at midnight looking irritated that I haven’t slept yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who touches my hand in the dark like maybe, possibly, he wants the contact too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My face is definitely hot now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can feel the blush creeping up my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is so stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m in so much trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I can lie to myself about a lot of things, but not this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I like Bael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he’s never going to feel the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I take a long, slow breath and force myself to stand up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The competition deadline is in four weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandmother expects top three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bael will keep managing my schedule whether I like it or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I’ll keep pretending his attention doesn’t mean anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because that’s safer than admitting how much I want it to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I head upstairs, mind still spinning, heart still racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m in so much trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>",1643,"2026-05-30T13:48:48.798Z","2026-06-01T04:31:23.281Z",1,"novelbin.me","1ae40fd8b75db2a58c5f93b4082b6cd27439319b855afa3a1a549ade05af6adc","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-77","bl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-chapter-75",106,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbl-oops-i-seduced-my-sister-s-fiance-and-now-i-m-cover.jpg"]