Married the Second Generation Fox Demon with a Baby in a Flash Marriage - Chapter 1

At half-past six on an early July afternoon, the sky suddenly turned gloomy. Large raindrops began to pelt the ground with a rhythmic patter-clatter, instantly darkening the pavement. Rolling black clouds gathered and the light grew dim, as if some supernatural force were conjuring a storm.

The twenty-story Zijin Mansion in Taolin County seemed enveloped in these low-hanging clouds. Lightning struck the rooftop, sending crackling sparks of electricity across the surface. Occasionally, a black shadow flickered past, as if someone were giving chase up there—a scene both magical and terrifying. In stark contrast, the second-floor auditorium was entirely unaffected by the weather outside. Strobes, colored disco lights, and beam lights flashed in a dizzying display. Explosive, high-energy music blared, driving a crowd of teenagers—who had recently finished their college entrance exams—into a frenzy.

Today was the nineteenth birthday of Lin Yuanya, the “campus belle” of Taolin County’s No. 1 High School. She had rented out the entire banquet hall for a birthday bash, inviting fifty or sixty classmates to party.

Amidst the crowd was an unremarkable short-haired girl wearing a black cupcake dress and a white shrug. Her face was flushed red as she clutched a gift box, trying to squeeze through the throng. Because she was chubby and clumsy, she was bumped back and forth, quickly breaking into a sweat.

“Hu Little Fat, what are you doing?!” a girl who had been jostled pushed the chubby girl away with disgust. Her voice was quickly swallowed by the surrounding noise.

The chubby girl was pushed against a pillar. Her first instinct was to shield her gift box. She persevered, squeezing out of the swaying crowd looking as if she’d been fished out of a river. Her hair and clothes were soaked with sweat; droplets dripped from her bangs and sleeves. Her round face looked like a ripe red apple, and she breathed like a bellows.

This girl was very “round”—round eyes, a round face, and chubby, pink arms and legs that looked like lotus roots. There were even little dimples on the backs of her hands. She had a comical, endearing look, like a child from a traditional New Year painting.

Her name was Hu Mengmeng, a high school classmate of Lin Yuanya. The box in her arms contained a birthday gift she had bought using money saved from part-time jobs and years of red envelope savings.

By the time the birthday song ended, Hu Mengmeng still hadn’t reached Lin Yuanya. As the revelry intensified, she saw Lin Yuanya heading for the exit and hurried over, determined to hand-deliver her carefully prepared gift.

Hu Mengmeng took a moment to catch her breath before slipping out a side door into a carpeted hallway. She searched everywhere and finally found Lin Yuanya in the first-floor lobby, standing with two other classmates.

Lin Yuanya’s long curly hair was half-tied up, accented by small diamond earrings and a matching necklace. She wore a pink, gauzy dress decorated with sequins, featuring a ruffled sweetheart neckline. Her makeup was exquisite and soft; she looked like a beautiful little princess.

Just seeing her profile made Hu Mengmeng’s face turn red with excitement and joy.

“Zhenzhen, did you really see Miss Ye? Did she actually go to the Zijin Grand Hotel?” Lin Yuanya asked, looking toward the elevators with anticipation, as if waiting for someone.

“Of course. A classmate of my brother’s works there and saw Miss Ye with his own eyes. Unfortunately, she’s in the Presidential Suite on the 18th floor. They’ve even cordoned off the elevators; we can’t get up there,” the girl named Zhenzhen replied.

Hu Mengmeng didn’t catch what they were talking about. She simply took a few deep breaths, wiped the sweat from her forehead and palms, and walked over clutching her gift.

“Xiaoya, this is my birthday gift to you. Happy Birthday!” Hu Mengmeng said, her face flushing a deep crimson.

“Thanks, Mengmeng,” Lin Yuanya said, withdrawing her gaze to give Hu Mengmeng a perfunctory smile as she took the gift.

Seeing the smile, Hu Mengmeng grinned back, her round eyes squinting into lines. She radiated happiness, feeling that all her hard work at the part-time jobs had been worth it.

“Hu Mengmeng, you’re everywhere. Xiaoya is busy right now; you’ve given the gift, so don’t bother us,” Zhenzhen said dismissively.

“Is there anything else?” Lin Yuanya asked. Compared to Zhenzhen, she seemed much gentler.

“I… I like you!” Hu Mengmeng blurted out, her voice trembling. She had held this in for a long time. She wanted to tell Lin Yuanya today—not expecting a response, but simply wanting her feelings to be known.

“Thank you, Mengmeng. You’re very cute,” Lin Yuanya replied with a smile, clearly not taking the confession seriously.

Hu Mengmeng knew she would be rejected. But hearing Lin Yuanya say such kind words made her heart feel both moved and heavy. To her, her goddess was perfect no matter what she did.

“Hu Mengmeng, shouldn’t you be leaving now?” Zhenzhen rolled her eyes.

Reluctant to leave, Hu Mengmeng walked away but stopped at a corner, peeking back to catch one last glimpse of Lin Yuanya.

“My god, is that Hu Mengmeng a joke? Look at her walking like a duck. So fat and ugly!” Zhenzhen scoffed as soon as she thought Hu Mengmeng was out of earshot.

“Xiaoya, you’re too nice, always smiling at her and calling her cute. If it were me, I’d be disgusted to death!” the other girl, Xiao Lian, added.

“Xiao Lian, do you think Xiaoya is like you? Our Xiaoya is a goddess, and goddesses need to be elegant. Besides, Hu Mengmeng is somewhat useful for doing Xiaoya’s cleaning duties. And the food at her family’s snack stall is actually good—we get to eat for free every time we go. But she’s got some nerve, thinking she’s special just because she does those things. To actually confess to Xiaoya? How nauseating!” Zhenzhen said.

Around the corner, Hu Mengmeng’s face went pale.

“I hope I don’t run into her again. You guys can have this gift,” Lin Yuanya said, not contradicting her friends. She casually stuffed the gift box into Zhenzhen and Xiao Lian’s hands.

“I don’t want it. Hey, look, Hu Mengmeng even wrote a card. How old-fashioned. Let me read it to you,” Xiao Lian mocked, pulling the card out of the box.

” ‘Dear Xiaoya, from the moment I saw you, you were an angel in my heart. You are so beautiful, so kind… I still remember when we were kids…’ Wait, did you guys know each other as kids?” Xiao Lian read, sounding confused toward the end.

“Ugh, stop reading. I’m getting goosebumps. If you don’t want the gift, just throw it away,” Lin Yuanya frowned, waving her hand.

The other two girls burst into laughter, and Zhenzhen tossed the gift box into a nearby trash can.

Around the corner, Hu Mengmeng’s pale face flushed red again, this time with shame. Tears welled up as her teenage heart was crushed. She moved her heavy body and began to walk away, sobbing.

“Whoa, Hu Mengmeng! You didn’t leave?!” Zhenzhen gasped as Hu Mengmeng emerged. Her embarrassment lasted only a second before she stopped hiding her disdain.

Lin Yuanya glanced at Hu Mengmeng but didn’t say anything. She saw the elevator moving toward the 18th floor, causing her to clench her hands nervously.

Hu Mengmeng ran out into the pouring rain, oblivious to the soaking. Her cries grew louder, melting into the sound of the storm.

Inside the lobby, the elevator descended from the 18th floor and stopped at the lobby. The doors opened to reveal a woman in her late thirties or early forties wearing a reddish-brown embroidered qipao. She carried an ancient, long wooden box on her back. Behind her followed a tall woman dressed in black.

In stark contrast to the older woman’s pleasant, somewhat plump appearance, the younger woman looked incredibly youthful and striking. She wore a tailored black jumpsuit with a V-neck that highlighted her fair, slender neck. A belt cinched her tiny waist, and her legs were exceptionally long; she looked like a runway model.

Beyond her physique, her face was breathtaking—devoid of makeup, with features so delicate they looked carved from jade. Her eyes were particularly captivating: dark, deep, and shimmering like a piece of the night sky. One look was enough to pull anyone in. However, her expression was cold and distant, possessing an air of noble indifference that made her seem unapproachable.

Lin Yuanya’s expression became frantic with excitement. This was her idol—Ye Xinyu, the eldest daughter and head of the Ye family from Fengcheng!

Lin Yuanya stepped forward, wanting to greet her, but was blocked by the older woman’s hand.

“Sister Ye…” Lin Yuanya’s voice trembled. Ye Xinyu’s gaze didn’t linger for even a second as she walked past.

“Sorry!” the older woman muttered, keeping pace with Ye Xinyu.

A black sedan was waiting outside. Both women got in and drove away. Lin Yuanya bit her lip, looking dejected.

“Miss Ye is very busy; she must have something urgent to attend to. Don’t worry, Xiaoya. Once you’re at university, you’ll see her often. She’s at Fengcheng University too,” Zhenzhen consoled her.

“I know,” Lin Yuanya murmured, watching the car disappear.

Inside the car, Ye Xinyu buckled her seatbelt. Weariness finally showed on her face. But after leaning back for only a second, she straightened up, her slender brows furrowing.

“Xinyu, what’s wrong? Did you sense ‘that thing’?” the older woman asked, a hint of fear in her eyes.

“No. It’s something else. The sensation is fuzzy,” Ye Xinyu replied.

“You’re just exhausted. Rest for a bit. If it’s not ‘that thing,’ we don’t need to worry about it for now. Rain attracts all sorts of strange things anyway,” the older woman said, handing Ye Xinyu a glass of water.

Ye Xinyu took a sip and glanced out the window in a specific direction. As the car turned the corner, she closed her eyes.

In the direction Ye Xinyu had been looking, Hu Mengmeng was slumped behind a sycamore tree, crying. She had slipped on the wet ground and, unable to get up immediately, simply stayed there to weep.

But something strange was happening. A lump began to bulge from the back of her dress, growing larger. On her head, amidst her short hair, two red, furry points began to sprout like seedlings. Within moments, they were the size of palms—furry ears that looked like a cosplay headband.

Hu Mengmeng was completely unaware.

In the heavy rain, no one noticed—except for a ginger cat sleeping under a nearby car. Its ears twitched as it looked toward Hu Mengmeng. Terror flashed in its eyes, and it bolted from its cozy spot, fleeing into the rain.

A few minutes later, a person in a blue poncho riding a pink electric scooter pulled up. They checked their phone’s GPS, looked around, and spotted Hu Mengmeng.

The newcomer froze for a second, then quickly pulled off their poncho to cover Hu Mengmeng’s head and body. Ignoring the fact that they were getting soaked, they helped Hu Mengmeng up.

“Mom…” Hu Mengmeng whimpered. The newcomer was her mother, Su Mingli.

“Let’s go home first!” Su Mingli said, her expression grim.

Hu Mengmeng was a mess of snot and tears. Seeing her mother gave her a fresh wave of emotion. Seeing how her mother was letting herself get soaked just to cover her, she tried to share the poncho.

“Don’t move!” Su Mingli snapped. She wrapped Hu Mengmeng tightly, pulled her onto the back of the scooter, and took off.

Hu Mengmeng clung to her mother. Beyond her earlier heartbreak, she was moved by her mother’s love. Truly, there is no one better in the world than a mother!

Half an hour later, they arrived at an old residential compound. Su Mingli parked the scooter under a shed and pulled Hu Mengmeng toward their building.

“Don’t move. Don’t take it off until we’re inside!” Su Mingli warned in the stairwell. Hu Mengmeng, still hiccuping from crying, sensed her mother’s unusual tone and didn’t dare argue. They reached the third floor and entered their apartment.

Su Mingli locked the door and turned to unwrap the poncho. Seeing that the “beast ears” and the bulge on Hu Mengmeng’s back had disappeared, her expression softened slightly.

She exhaled and sat down in the living room, dazed. Hu Mengmeng sat beside her.

“Mom, everyone said I was ugly today! Xiaoya said she never wants to see me again! She lied when she said I was ‘cutely chubby.’ You and Tao Tao have been lying to me about being pretty too, haven’t you? Waaaaah…” Hu Mengmeng’s tears started flowing again as she vented to her mother.

“Mengmeng, I need to tell you something,” Su Mingli said, seemingly on a completely different wavelength. She turned to look at her daughter.

“What is it?” Hu Mengmeng sniffled.

“I intended to tell you on your eighteenth birthday, but it seems we’re ahead of schedule,” Su Mingli said with a complicated look.

“Mom, what are you talking about?”

“Listen carefully. Your other mother is a fox spirit. The fox spirit bloodline that was suppressed in your body can no longer be hidden.”

“Mom… are you kidding me?” Hu Mengmeng’s tears stopped instantly out of pure shock.

“Over the next year, your fox spirit blood will slowly merge with your human blood,” Su Mingli continued. “And you… are going to keep getting more and more beautiful.”