My Mother is the Villain

Chapter 36: Meet

Right beside the sakura tree stood a three-story wooden pavilion, its ground floor surrounded only by flowing curtains.

It was spacious, constantly showered by falling cherry blossoms.

Quite a number of people had gathered there, and the entrance was guarded by a girl with cat ears—and even a tail—wearing a short skirt.

"No entry. Miss isn’t seeing anyone today!" she announced to several people requesting permission to enter.

She appeared to be a maid.

Of course, having a maid wasn’t an issue here—as long as the maid was young and accepted as a student.

After making her announcement, she went back inside, not yet noticing Victor and the others who were still some distance away.

Evan, who was leading the group, walked straight to the entrance. No one dared to stop him, a clear sign of his reputation.

"Miss, come on, let’s just run away. That man is evil—his face must be ugly. Someone as noble as you shouldn’t be touched by him," the girl’s voice echoed from the first floor of the pavilion.

She didn’t bother lowering her voice.

"Ugh, who is it now? I already said no one can meet her!" she complained again irritably.

Moments later, she appeared at the entrance.

"Evan?" she said in surprise, her gaze instinctively shifting to the black-haired man beside him.

Like many others who saw Victor for the first time, she was instantly captivated.

And her reaction was even more obvious than the rest—she wasn’t good at hiding her emotions.

Despite Victor’s somewhat villainous aura, she immediately found herself drawn to him. Her heart raced, her ears turning red.

If he was this handsome, she didn’t care whether he was good or evil. That was what she thought.

"Lily, I brought your miss’s fiancé," Evan said.

"What?!" Lily almost jumped in shock.

"You’re not going to stop him, are you?" Evan chuckled, while Lily remained speechless.

"Come in."

A soft voice echoed right after—so gentle it almost didn’t feel real.

It was the most pleasant voice Victor had ever heard.

He couldn’t help but admit—a Heavenly Woman truly stood on a different level.

Victor stepped into the pavilion, and Lily didn’t dare stop him.

She was still dazed every time she looked at his face.

The first floor was clearly meant for receiving guests.

There was a table in the center, surrounded by several sofas.

The entire room was filled with a delicate fragrance, thanks to the many flowers arranged in glass vases. It looked so aesthetically pleasing that butterflies fluttered in through the gaps in the curtains.

Victor even spotted a large beehive in one corner of the ceiling, heavy with honey.

A woman stood behind one of the sofas.

Her face was covered by a pure white veil, though it didn’t extend down to her neck, which was as white as snow with a faint blush.

She was tall, and from her slender hands and fingers, it was clear she had a graceful figure. It was simply hidden beneath a loose white robe, similar to Lady Jade Sovereign’s.

It concealed curves that would undoubtedly be captivating.

The word Heavenly on her forehead was the most striking feature—it looked like light itself had been inscribed there, still visible even beneath strands of her bangs.

Her long hair flowed straight down like a waterfall, a blend of bright pink and soft purple.

Her eyes matched—gentle pink, warm and soft, blinking occasionally as she looked at Victor.

Victor couldn’t help but praise his mother inwardly.

She had truly prepared an extraordinary woman for her son.

"Please, have a seat," the woman gestured toward the sofa.

Victor walked over and sat down with a faint smile.

She took the seat across from him right after.

Lily watched the two of them with a stiff expression.

"This must be difficult for you—being engaged to someone you’ve only just met. Still, I should thank you for staying loyal to the agreement," Victor began.

Alexandra poured a drink into the cup in front of him.

It wasn’t wine—more like a refined fruit beverage.

"Please, drink first," she said.

"Aren’t you drinking?" Victor asked.

"Ah, right. You probably can’t drink in front of others since you have to keep your face covered. Will you still hide your face from me?"

Hearing Victor’s words, Lily froze, wanting to scold him for his boldness—but somehow, just looking at his face made her unable to.

Unlike Lily, Alexandra remained calm.

Her hand reached for her veil, gently lifting it to reveal an oval face that words could hardly describe.

Her soft pink lips matched perfectly with her elegant nose, and her cheeks—neither too thin nor too full—formed faint dimples with even the slightest movement.

Mature. Gentle. Kind. Patient.

Every good impression seemed to gather on her face.

She looked like someone who would never complain, no matter what happened.

"I realize I may not be worthy of you. No wonder so many people want me to call off our engagement," Victor said.

Alexandra’s brows lifted slightly.

"You shouldn’t think that way," she replied.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Victor asked, intrigued.

"If you say that, it’s the same as admitting you’re inferior to the men pursuing me."

"So they all think they’re worthy?"

"They strive to become worthy."

"But I never had to strive for it."

"Some things are simply given to a person—without any effort at all."

"I see... Of course, I won’t back down just because others tell me to. Why would I give up something that was handed to me? But honestly, I’m the type of man who feels a bit uncomfortable forcing a woman. What about your own view? Do you feel troubled being bound to a man you’ve only met today?"

"Feeling uneasy about an arranged marriage is normal. Sometimes, we can only accept what has already been arranged for us. The future isn’t always bad, and not everything that begins well ends well."

"What if I leave the future of this relationship to you? What would you choose—end it, or continue? Assume even your father’s promise doesn’t exist."