1122 - Chapter 8

“The ultrasound just performed shows a gestational sac of 10 millimeters, confirming a six-week pregnancy. The embryo is developing well, and the fetal pole is already visible. I’m surprised he was able to conceive so soon after differentiating into an Omega just a few months ago. Currently, there are signs of threatened miscarriage, with progesterone levels at only 22, below the normal range of 24. Nutritional supplementation is crucial during this early stage of pregnancy.”

“We’ve already administered a fetal protection injection. The fainting was due to physical weakness, so extreme care must be taken to avoid emotional agitation and ensure he remains in a positive state of mind.”

Yan Nanchen stared at the ultrasound report in his hands, his eyes lingering on the tiny fetal pole in the birth cavity. The overwhelming emotion of the moment brought tears to his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety in his chest, but his trembling hands betrayed him.

He was going to be a father.

He was actually going to be a father.

Originally, he had resigned himself to the idea of being with Jiang Yi without children, but this unexpected blessing had struck him like a bolt from the blue, leaving him dizzy with disbelief.

But…

He had deceived Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi didn’t want him anymore, didn’t even want the child.

What should he do?

Clenching his hands nervously, he turned to the doctor and voiced his fears: “What if? I mean, what if he doesn’t want to keep this child?”

The doctor adjusted his glasses and shook his head. “I strongly advise against termination, for two reasons. First, his overall health is poor and he’s highly vulnerable. The previous surgery for secondary differentiation, which involved significant blood loss, nearly cost him his life. That procedure was necessary to open his abdominal cavity, allowing enough space for his birth cavity to develop.”

“Second, he now has the ability to conceive, and the pregnancy itself will promote the healthy development of his birth cavity. While the process may be challenging, it’s nothing compared to the trauma of undergoing an abortion. His birth cavity isn’t equipped to handle the risks of miscarriage, if he terminates, there’s a 90% chance it would need to be surgically removed.”

“Mr. Yan, individuals like him who undergo secondary differentiation at the age of 26 are already considered high-risk. Their bodies lack the natural capacity for further development his birth cavity only matured because of surgical intervention, not natural growth. Moreover, the excessive dosage of special medicine he was injected with is no longer ‘special’ it’s a highly concentrated toxin that may take over twenty years to metabolize. This dosage is like a ticking time bomb; there’s no telling what complications his body might face in the future.”

“The only certainty is that his immune system will continue to weaken, far below that of a normal Omega. He won’t be able to withstand any post-abortion infections.”

“Be gentle with him, if you truly care about his well-being.”

“Understood.”

Yan Nanchen wasn’t sure how he made it back to the hospital bed. His mind was in a daze, and the fragile composure he had clung to began to crumble the moment he saw Jiang Yi lying there, pale and exhausted in sleep.

Sitting beside the bed, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yi’s weary face, he pulled out the crumpled test report from his pocket and unfolded it with trembling hands.

Name: Jiang Yi

Gender: Secondary Differentiation Omega

Progesterone: 72.04

β-Human Chorionic Gonadotropin: 151465.13

Diagnosis: Early Pregnancy

Yan Nanchen stared at the report for a long time, tears falling onto the paper in his trembling hands. After a while, he bent his exhausted body forward, clutching his head.

How could he ever let go of his love for Jiang Yi?

He didn’t dare think about it couldn’t bear to imagine how he would live without Jiang Yi.

An unknown amount of time passed before stifled sobs broke the silence of the hospital room. It was a soundless hysteria, heavy enough to darken the mood of anyone who heard it.

Jiang Yi heard it.

His hands rested on the white hospital sheets as he listened to the restrained weeping beside him. His eyes were red-rimmed as he stared at the ceiling, yet his gaze was eerily calm perhaps this was what it felt like to be numb from pain. The kind of numbness that drained all strength from his body, that exhausted his heart until it could no longer ache, that left him indifferent even if the world were to end.

Maybe this was it.

All his anger felt meaningless in this moment.

All he wanted was to escape to leave this place, to flee every trace of Yan Nanchen, to go somewhere far, far away, never to return.

Since there was no third party in this deception, since he was the victim, since the perpetrator beside him was crying, he still wanted to preserve the last shred of dignity.

To be precise, the last shred of dignity between him and puppy.

“Puppy.”

Yan Nanchen’s arms, still wrapped around his head, stiffened. He jerked his head up, realizing Jiang Yi was awake, and immediately placed his hands on the blanket, his face lighting up with desperate joy. “Yi Yi, you’re awake! Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Do you feel dizzy? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Too hot?”

“Let’s break up.”

Yan Nanchen’s expression froze, as if a mirror had shattered. His brows and eyes lowered slightly, his lips straining to maintain a stiff smile, but the hands gripping the edge of the bed had long betrayed his devastation.

“Yi Yi, I know I was wrong. I should have told you the truth sooner. I’m sorry, I messed up. I’m not Chu Beiheng, I’m Yan Nanchen.”

His hand reached out to touch Jiang Yi, but the moment his fingers brushed skin, Jiang Yi flinched away.

His hand hung frozen in midair.

Jiang Yi withdrew his own hand, still staring blankly at the ceiling, refusing to even glance at him. “Get out of my house. Take all your things with you.”

The cold, final tone of his voice cut through the room, leaving Yan Nanchen struggling to breathe.

Yan Nanchen’s eyes reddened. He could no longer hold back his tears as he sat on the edge of the bed, hands braced on either side of Jiang Yi’s face, gazing down at him with deep affection and guilt. “Please. Don’t throw me away. I know I was wrong.”

How was he supposed to live without Jiang Yi?

His breath, his pulse they had long since intertwined with Jiang Yi’s presence. Without him, Yan Nanchen felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the air had already begun to thin.

The Alpha’s deep, ocean-like eyes brimmed with tears shame, remorse, pain, love all swirling together in his gaze as he looked at the man beneath him.

Jiang Yi stared at the bruises on Yan Nanchen’s face and lips, remnants of his own fists. He felt the cool droplets of Yan Nanchen’s tears fall onto his cheeks, one by one. They were light, yet each one struck him with unbearable pain.

The human heart carries weight, a weight built up day by day through accumulated emotions. Once you realize these emotions were false, that you’ve been deceived, all those dreams you thought were within reach are revealed as lies. No matter how certain you were that you would be together, no matter how much you longed for it, no matter how deeply you loved, the collapse of that belief brings utter devastation.

“Yan Nanchen, you never should have come near me. You defiled my puppy, destroyed my puppy, ruined my beautiful yearning for love, and shattered my identity as an Alpha.” Jiang Yi laughed, but tears streamed down his face. “You’ve ruined my entire life.”

“I’m sorry.” Yan Nanchen lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Jiang Yi’s as he cradled his face, his voice choked with agony. “Yi Yi, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Cool tears slipped between their lips salty, yet the bitterness in his heart was already unbearable.

The hospital room echoed with apologies, over and over, tormented and anguished, pleading and humiliated.

“I won’t keep this child.” Jiang Yi knew he was too weak now, too feeble to push Yan Nanchen away, so he turned his face aside instead. His voice was flat. “I’ll get rid of it.”

Hearing this, Yan Nanchen’s tears fell harder. “The doctor said you can’t. If you terminate, you won’t be able to handle the risk of infection afterward. Your body would be too weak.”

“As long as I don’t die, it’s fine.” Jiang Yi replied coldly. “Besides, whether I keep it or not is my decision. It has nothing to do with you. The right to choose is mine.”

Jiang Yi’s indifference only deepened Yan Nanchen’s despair.

He cupped Jiang Yi’s face, his tears falling faster as he gently stroked his cheeks. “Please, don’t do this. I swear, the only thing I lied about was using my brother’s identity. Everything else was real. I loved you, I still love you so much. I really did want to marry you.”

“I’ll remove the tattoo.”

Yan Nanchen sobbed.

“I’ll erase the mark.”

Yan Nanchen sucked in a shuddering breath, squeezing his eyes shut. His lips pressed into a tight line as he struggled to contain his emotions, forehead still pressed to Jiang Yi’s, enduring the relentless, heart-wrenching condemnation and separation at such close proximity.

Jiang Yi tilted his head slightly, bringing his lips near Yan Nanchen’s ear. His eyes were red, his voice icy and resolute. “I hate Yan Nanchen. I hate you. From now on, my life will have no trace of you. I’m going far away, where I’ll never have to see you again.”

With that, he shoved Yan Nanchen away and rolled off the bed, yanking out the IV from his hand before striding out of the room.

“Yi Yi!” Yan Nanchen lunged to grab him. “You just had the pregnancy-stabilizing shot where are you going?!”

Jiang Yi wrenched his arm free with all his strength and sneered. “I don’t even want this child, why would I need to stabilize it?” Ignoring any further protests, he marched toward the door.

Perhaps he moved too quickly, a wave of dizziness hit him, and his body swayed.

Yan Nanchen’s pupils constricted in alarm. He immediately wrapped an arm around Jiang Yi’s shoulders, pulling him into an embrace. Seeing how pale he was, he pleaded, “Yi Yi, you can’t leave the hospital yet. Your body isn’t—”

Before he could finish, Jiang Yi’s disgusted glare cut him off, freezing him in place.

Jiang Yi stared at him. “Liar. What right do you have to control me?” He shook off Yan Nanchen’s grip and walked out.

There was no time for grief. Fearful Jiang Yi might collapse, Yan Nanchen hurried after him.

Jiang Yi left the hospital and hailed a taxi on the roadside, giving his home address. Now he had more important matters to settle, this was just his nature. When he loved, he loved passionately; when he hated, he hated with all his might.

Yan Nanchen hurried to the parking lot to get his car, following Jiang Yi closely. Fortunately, he didn’t meet any resistance, which eased his mind slightly. He began thinking about what he should say and do later.

At the apartment building, Jiang Yi stepped into the elevator. He glanced indifferently at Yan Nanchen, who followed him inside, but didn’t stop him, merely moving to stand by the elevator wall.

Seeing this, Yan Nanchen thought there might still be a sliver of hope. After all, Jiang Yi had allowed him to follow him home. He started wondering if there was a chance they could sit down and talk, even beginning to plan how he could win Jiang Yi back, how he should care for Jiang Yi’s health in the future, and whether he should help Jiang Yi find a new job.

But the moment they stepped through the door, he saw Jiang Yi climb onto the sofa and hurl their framed photo from the living room heavily onto the floor.

With a loud, sharp bang, the expensive glass frame shattered into pieces, fragments scattering everywhere. The smiling faces of their embrace in the photo were torn apart by the broken glass, rendered into a chaotic mess.

Yan Nanchen stood frozen in the entryway.

And it didn’t stop there. Jiang Yi proceeded to smash, cut, dismantle, and discard everything related to him.

The dozen bottles of fine wine he had gifted smashed.

The boxing gloves cut to pieces.

The massive building block spaceship he had painstakingly assembled for Jiang Yi over half a month, nearly three thousand pieces, along with its glass display case smashed and dismantled.

All the custom accessories in the walk-in closet thrown away.

All the tailored suits, cut up.

Even the clothes he had left here, all tossed out.

The bedsheets in the bedroom discarded.

His personal belongings gone.

Everything about him was destroyed, one item after another.

This small apartment, once filled with their dreams of the future, their hopes for happiness, and all their laughter now lay in ruins.

Just like their love, reduced to nothing.

The joy he had once felt, carefully placing his belongings into Jiang Yi’s home, was now replaced by the agony of watching them being destroyed one by one.

Exhausted from the destruction, Jiang Yi leaned against the dining table to catch his breath. He looked at Yan Nanchen, still motionless in the entryway, watching as the Alpha’s eyes reddened with tears, his composure crumbling. The satisfaction Jiang Yi had felt while smashing everything was instantly overshadowed by pain.

“Yi Yi, if there’s anything else you want to smash, just tell me or do you want to go to my place and smash things there?” Yan Nanchen forced a smile, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yi. “If you’re tired, maybe rest for a while before going to my place to continue?”

“Why would I go to your place?” Jiang Yi replied coldly. “What you do there is none of my concern. I’m only dealing with what’s mine here.”

With that, he took out his phone and removed the SIM card.

Realizing what was about to happen, Yan Nanchen’s pupils constricted in horror. “Yi Yi!”

With a sharp snap, Jiang Yi broke the SIM card in half and tossed it onto the floor.

Yan Nanchen stared in shock at the severed pieces of the card. Slowly, he raised his eyes to Jiang Yi, his voice trembling. “Yi Yi, please don’t.”

Jiang Yi placed his phone back on the table and met Yan Nanchen’s gaze. With the last shred of dignity, he wanted to preserve for himself, he smiled at Yan Nanchen and said, “Puppy, let’s break up properly and never see each other again.”

Unaware that his face was already streaked with tears.

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