[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Because I had hurried since early morning and hadn’t gotten enough sleep, I dozed off while leaning against Sikar’s chest.
While I slept, I faintly heard Sikar grumbling things like, “You’ve really picked yourself a prime spot. You should consider it an honor—you’re the first woman ever to sleep in my arms,” but the afternoon nap was simply too sweet to resist amid my overwhelming drowsiness.
When I finally opened my eyes after thoroughly enjoying my nap, I found Sikar leaning his head against mine, fast asleep.
‘Aren’t you going to move that heavy head?’
I couldn’t help but worry about how to wake him without irritating him.
At that moment, I saw Lucy walking ahead. Although her whole body trembled violently, she was wearing an expensive fur hat and coat typically reserved for noble children, so it really did seem to be Lucy.
Just as in the original story, Lucy was shivering and walking alone down this quiet country road.
Originally, Kian would have chased after her, carried her back, but since Kian was resting comfortably at the mansion right now, he wouldn’t be able to come.
I didn’t have time to think things through carefully, so I immediately prodded Sikar’s most sensitive spot slightly to wake him up.
In short, I gently poked his side—the spot where he was most ticklish.
“Uhahahahat!”
Sikar jolted awake with a bizarre laugh, then glanced at me as if suddenly realizing where he was.
“What are you doing?”
“Hurry up and get up! Look, Lucy’s appeared!”
After blinking a few times, Sikar spotted Lucy and immediately stepped down from the carriage.
When I tried to follow him, Sikar closed the carriage door and said,
“It’s cold outside, so stay in. Don’t come out and cause unnecessary trouble.”
But still… to coax Lucy to follow us, I thought I should act like a kind older sister, so I stepped out of the carriage.
And I also grabbed the shawl Sikar had forgotten.
“I told you not to get out.”
“Your current expression isn’t one children would like. What if Lucy sees you and runs away?”
“Well, I suppose even children would feel intimidated enough to shiver.”
‘That’s nothing to brag about.’
“Also, you forgot your shawl. I’ll go first—just follow quietly from behind and watch closely how I bring our protagonist Lucy along.”
Sikar snorted dismissively and replied with an utterly unimpressed look.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Indeed, looking ahead, Lucy—who had been walking listlessly with drooping shoulders—had noticed us and now raised her eyebrows like a startled little kitten.
I approached Lucy slowly, wearing a warm smile.
“Hey there. Hello. Walking all alone in this cold weather? Did you perhaps lose your way?”
Lucy didn’t answer right away; she glanced once at the carriage behind me, then looked back at me.
“Could you possibly be…?”
She paused, as if pondering something, then spoke again.
“Are you from House Blake?”
She must have recognized the Blake crest on the carriage. As expected of my favorite heroine—she truly was clever.
“That’s right. I am Yura Blake, Duchess of House Blake. If you’ve lost your way, I’ll take you home. Won’t you ride in our carriage?”
Lucy peeked briefly at Sikar behind me, then gracefully lifted the hem of her dress and curtsied toward me.
“Greetings, Your Grace. I am Lucy Yucanadar, the second daughter of Marquis Yucanadar.”
How could she be so smart and so well-spoken? Our Kian had lived alone in a cabin with just his father until now, growing up like a commoner—but once he started his lessons, he’d surely become a refined noble like Lucy, wouldn’t he?
I pretended to be pleasantly surprised, slightly parting my lips.
“I see. They say the second daughter of House Yucanadar, Lucy, is famously beautiful and clever—and so that child is you.”
Lucy smiled, lifting the corners of her mouth, clearly pleased by my compliment.
“I’m overwhelmed by such undeserved praise, Your Grace.”
Was this what raising a daughter felt like? Lucy’s words and demeanor were so endearing I could hardly stand it. She was just too cute and lovable—I nearly wanted to rush over and smother her cheeks with kisses.
‘Truly, she’s the perfect heroine who has it all.’
“Lucy, I won’t ask how you came to be here alone. But I can’t possibly leave you in this cold weather. We’d like to take you back to the Marquis’s estate—would you mind riding with us in the carriage?”
Lucy clasped her hands politely and bowed her head slightly.
“I was just in need of assistance, actually. Though I know it’s a burden, if Your Grace permits, I’d be grateful to accept your kindness.”
I offered the shawl toward Lucy with an approving nod.
“Oh, by the way—I brought an extra shawl from the carriage. You must be cold; you should wrap yourself in this.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.”
I gently draped the warm shawl over Lucy’s shoulders and firmly took her hand.
“Now, let’s go.”
After boarding the carriage, Lucy also bowed politely toward Sikar, who sat ahead.
“Greetings, Your Grace. I am Lucy Yucanadar, the second daughter of Marquis Yucanadar.”
“So you’re Raydocs’s daughter. Come in, then.”
Lucy briefly looked disheartened under Sikar’s sharp gaze, but quickly turned her eyes back to me.
“I’m truly grateful, Your Grace. When I came to my senses, I found myself in an unfamiliar place and had no idea where to go. Just thinking about what might have happened to me if Your Grace hadn’t helped… it’s truly dreadful.”
In my nearly three years working at a daycare, I’d never met a child who spoke so clearly and articulately. Then again, I’d never cared for a seven-year-old before, so maybe that was why.
Anyway, I glanced at Sikar as if to say, ‘Have you ever seen such a bright child?’—but as expected, he wore his usual expression of utter indifference.
How could anyone remain unmoved seeing such an adorable child? That cold-blooded man!
“You must have been so frightened. The carriage might jolt quite a bit from now on, so hold my hand tightly, Lucy.”
“Your Grace seems incredibly kind. Meeting you again truly feels like another stroke of good fortune for me.”
She was so cute I nearly teared up.
I smiled gently and wrapped my arms warmly around Lucy’s shoulders.
“Is that so? I also feel lucky to have just met you.”
“Really? I can’t express how honored I am that Your Grace would say that.”
Lucy beamed with a bright, cheerful smile. If only Sikar hadn’t been there, she might have kept that smile all the way to the Marquis’s estate.
Sikar scratched his ear as if annoyed by the chatter, then gave Lucy another stern look.
“Please keep quiet, Lucy.”
I worried she’d be startled or feel intimidated—but true to her role as the heroine, Lucy calmly replied.
“Yes… Your Grace.”
Lucy wasn’t naturally mature or precocious. Back at the Marquis’s estate, she was an extremely tearful and mischievous child. She simply behaved carefully in public to avoid hearing others say she’d grown up without a mother and bringing shame to her family.
Though she was acting composed now, I suspected she might burst into tears once we reached the estate—but judging by her expression, she seemed ready to cry even sooner.
Lucy bit her lip hard, fighting back tears.
As any adult knows, comforting a child on the verge of tears only makes them cry harder. So I whispered into Lucy’s ear,
“Lucy, you’re such a mature young lady. I would’ve cried in your place.”
Lucy’s tear-filled eyes instantly widened in surprise, as if she’d completely forgotten her sadness.
She maintained that wide-eyed, composed expression like a proper young lady all the way to the Marquis’s estate—and I was utterly enchanted by the heroine’s adorable demeanor.
“Please come in, Duke Blake, Duchess Blake. I don’t know how to thank you enough for finding our daughter.”
Warm charisma radiated from him—kind, gentle eyes, yet filled with dignity and gravitas. That was my first impression of Raydocs.
Yet even in him, I detected subtle wariness in the way he looked at Sikar—not so much gratitude for finding Lucy, but more like suspicion about our true intentions.
“Would black tea be alright?”
Since I couldn’t drink black tea, I almost asked for plain water instead.
“Not bad. But have one cup prepared as milk tea.”
With an indifferent expression, Sikar ordered my favorite milk tea.
“Milk tea? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Just mix milk into black tea. Bring it with two spoonfuls of black tea and eight spoonfuls of milk.”
Raydocs instructed the maid standing nearby to prepare the tea exactly as Sikar had described.
I appreciated that Sikar—who must have read my thoughts—remembered I couldn’t drink black tea and instead loved milk tea, but since we were guests, I felt slightly embarrassed and said politely,
“Thank you for your thoughtful consideration, Marquis.”
Anyway, milk tea must be completely unfamiliar in this world.
No matter how skilled the chef, preparing something entirely new was always stressful, so I silently wished the chef good luck as they undoubtedly struggled in the kitchen right now.
“Ah, Lucy mentioned she borrowed a shawl. We’ll have it cleaned thoroughly and return it to you.”
“Oh, no need. Please keep the shawl. I’d like to give it to Lucy as a keepsake from our meeting.”
“I see. Then I thank you once again, Duchess, for your profound kindness.”
“Don’t mention it. But how did Lucy end up alone and lost so far from home?”
Raydocs let out a restrained sigh before speaking.
“Lucy is the youngest of my twin children. When they were young, my wife passed away after a long illness. I couldn’t bring myself to tell the children that their mother had become a star in the sky. But one day, after seeing a young noble girl shopping for dresses with her mother at a boutique, Lucy began searching for her own mother.”
Raydocs’s expression darkened slightly, lost in that painful memory.
“So I told her Mom had gone to the land of fairies—and ever since, she’s been constantly sneaking out to search for it. I tried my best to raise the twins alone without making them feel lonely, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fill the void her mother left behind.”
“Oh dear. That must have been so hard for you.”
“It seems it’s time I finally tell Lucy the truth—that her mother is in the sky. Though it weighs heavily on my heart, it’s something I can’t keep hiding forever.”
“I have a good idea.”
“A good idea?”
“Before that, may I ask one favor?”
“I’ll consider it after hearing what you request.”
“I have a seven-year-old child as well. But since they’ve had no friends, they’ve always been alone.”
Raydocs looked at me in surprise, then glanced at Sikar—only to quickly turn back to me after meeting Sikar’s sharp gaze.
“I… see?”
Raydocs’s expression while looking at Sikar clearly said, ‘At his age? A father to a seven-year-old?’ Especially since he’d assumed Sikar was single until now—he must have been even more shocked.
“Oh, please don’t misunderstand. My child was born before I met the Duke.”
Raydocs looked at me as if to say, ‘Then…?’ and I nodded.
Having no idea we were a fake family, Raydocs stared at Sikar with even greater astonishment.
Who could have imagined that man—of all people—would marry a woman with a seven-year-old child?
“I’ve heard you personally educate your children instead of hiring tutors, and that your lessons surpass any tutor’s. Many noble ladies reportedly wish to send their children to study under you.”
“You mean to say…”
“If it’s not too much trouble, could my child also attend your lessons?”
Raydocs couldn’t hide his astonishment and looked to Sikar.
“Does the Duke also agree to this?”
Sikar replied without hesitation, as if there were nothing more to discuss.
“Do as my wife requests.”
Raydocs clenched his jaw tightly.
“That will be difficult.”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Sikar is so delusional it’s hilarious! I wonder if he’ll ever come to the realization that she doesn’t actually like him?
How is Sikar going to react when he reads her memories and sees she didn’t lie to Kian about being his mother?
😂🤣😂🤣 Sikar had to suffer the consequences of lying to his grandma! This is hilarious! But poor Kian, he doesn’t want to sit on Sikar’s lap!