Married A Man I Hate - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Rabbit · Pregnant? “I am just one who can give birth to a little baby.”

The deep blue night sky was the backdrop for the cherry blossoms and the river.

Fu Li looked at Le Qingfei, looking at his reddened eyes and the lie that might be spoken out loud.

Has he met with Shang Rong?

Was he persuaded by him, wanting to separate from me?

Or rather, he doesn’t believe that I can handle everything well, so he wants to use this kind of excuse to leave me?

Le Qingfei looked up gazing at Fu Li, unable to understand what kind of sadness was hidden within those eyes behind his lenses.

“Did you hear someone say something?”

Fu Li asked one more time.

Le Qingfei shook his head, “No, I haven’t told anyone.”

Fu Li’s hand hanging at the side of his brown suit trousers slightly pinched tight, “Feifei, I will not want a child.”

Le Qingfei’s tears dropped with a shua, “Wh-why?”

Fu Li raised his hand to hug him, forcefully hugging him tightly, “I will only be together with you. Why is it that you just cannot understand how important you are to me, how much I love you? Don’t say this kind of talk.”

He could find a suitable opportunity to let all those people blocking them go die.

But he had no way to make Le Qingfei love him, this sole, true obstacle.

He accepted it, he accepted that his Feifei didn’t love him, but he could not accept being personally pushed to this kind of situation.

In the few seconds when Le Qingfei didn’t answer, many choices flashed through his mind: continue to show weakness—his Feifei was so soft-hearted, he would definitely accept it; buy an island, lock Le Qingfei up—a death certificate was the simplest matter, and Feifei could then belong to him alone.

“Fu Li, if you love me, just like him, okay?”

Le Qingfei was a bit anxious, the hand hugging Fu Li’s back continuously patting him, “I will teach him to be very well-behaved, you don’t dislike him.”

Fu Li stiffened all over.

He released Le Qingfei, unsure whether Le Qingfei was speaking unclearly, or if he himself had misunderstood—it seemed there already was the existence of a child.

Fu Li grasped his shoulders, “Say it clearly, what child?”

Le Qingfei was so sad that his throat felt sour and painful, his speech halting and broken: “Don’t know how to say, fighting over family property also requires a child? Even, even if you don’t like it, keep him anyway…”

Fu Li frowned: “That is not a matter you should worry about, I will handle it well. Not allowed to mention the matter of the child again, there will not be a child.”

Le Qingfei stared blankly at him, “But, already have it.”

Fu Li: “What did you say?”

Le Qingfei: “What about mine? What to do about my child…”

Fu Li’s entire body’s blood froze, “What ‘your child’?”

“Just my child, still very small, not yet born.”

“Le Qingfei, where did you get a child from?!”

Le Qingfei was stunned for an instant by the shout, raising his hand to wipe away tears, his wet fingers pulling over Fu Li’s ice-cold, trembling hand, placing it on his own belly, “Your child.”

What?

Fu Li froze in place.

Le Qingfei gazed at him, the face that had cried looking like the hazy cherry blossoms reflected in the river beside him, fragile and pitiful, “I’m pregnant.”

Fu Li stood still in place, his pupils trembling.

Le Qingfei cried really pitifully; he stood under the lushly foliaged flower tree, his tears even more than the cherry blossoms blown down by the wind. The night color occupied his face, together with his tears.

“He is still very small.”

Le Qingfei’s both hands held Fu Li’s arm, letting his palm paste on his own lower abdomen, to feel their child, “It’s just that night, you shot all of it inside, so much, that’s why I got pregnant…!”

The more Le Qingfei thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt; his mouth twitched, and tears were about to drop again.

“You, you still don’t like it, then you just don’t want him and it’s fine. I want him myself, I have so much money now… Baby and I will live very well.”

Le Qingfei threw away Fu Li’s hand, turning his face away, his shoulders twitching, like a startled flower branch.

A long silence.

After not waiting out Fu Li’s answer and embrace, Le Qingfei turned back in disbelief, slacking a slap onto Fu Li’s face, “How can you really not want to take responsibility?”

A slap also didn’t slap Fu Li awake from the massive shock.

“Feifei, we…” Fu Li felt dizzy, “How could we have a child?”

Le Qingfei sniffed his nose, sizing him up from top to bottom, “What do you mean, you can’t give birth?”

Fu Li stretched out his hand to hug Le Qingfei into his arms, lowering his head, looking at him seriously, “Feifei, two males cannot give birth to a child.”

Le Qingfei shook his head, tears flinging up, “Can too, I am just one who can give birth to a little baby.”

Suddenly, Fu Li remembered something from the certainty inside Le Qingfei’s eyes.

“Feifei, who told you that guys can give birth to children?”

“Sister,” Le Qingfei said, “Sister taught me since childhood that I am not allowed to let guys hug me or kiss me, because I would get pregnant.”

Fu Li: ……

From the present one could also glimpse how beautiful Le Qingfei was when he was a child, even more simple than now, unable to distinguish too many matters. He would be the easiest child to be scammed.

Shi Yun’s educational method was simple and direct, incorrect but effective.

If it were anyone else, upon growing up they would understand their sister’s well-intentioned lie.

But Le Qingfei wouldn’t. He would firmly believe that it was other people who were wrong, and would connect some irrelevant information with his own cognition to provide supporting evidence that he was right, because—

Sister wouldn’t lie to him.

Relatives wouldn’t lie to people; relatives must be good to oneself. These things his parents taught him, he firmly believed without doubt, so much so that even the domestic cold violence Le Wangzong and Kang Wei treated him with previously went completely unnoticed.

If Le Qingfei’s parents were still alive, they would certainly have taught him more.

But very unfortunately, Le Qingfei could only guard the “inheritance” his father and mother left him in that year when he was six years old, in his own utopia, stumbling along to grow to 20 years old.

—Thinking he had conceived a baby.

“So, really not?”

Le Qingfei asked the person in the screen.

Shi Yun once again apologized to him, not expecting that the words she casually used to scare a child back then would be remembered by Le Qingfei until now.

Le Qingfei shook his head, raising his hand to rub an eye, “Sister, I know. I wasn’t smart at all when I was little, many things I had to listen to many times before remembering them. You were very worried about me, which was why you spoke this way, I know.”

The orange-yellow lamp light fell upon his body, leaving a fuzzily outlined shadow on the dark green carpet.

Teetering, unable to be seen clearly.

Fu Li stood outside the door. Not until the sobbing sound inside the room stopped did he carry the food to walk inside.

Hearing the footsteps sound, Le Qingfei threw away the phone, climbing into the pillow castle, hiding, refusing to meet with Fu Li. Like a rabbit that ran back into the rabbit hole upon hearing the safety catch sound of a shotgun.

The pillow castle was not considered large, nor was it high. A channel only allowing one person to crawl through and the castle interior, covered with blankets and bedsheets, was the place belonging only to Le Qingfei in the huge villa.

Fu Li placed the tray at the castle entrance, himself also following to sit down, picking up Le Qingfei’s phone whose battery power was critically low.

Tourist: Sorry, I shouldn’t have said you were a scammer last time.

Fu Li puzzledly knitted his brows slightly, not knowing who Le Qingfei had started chatting with on the internet again.

He knew Le Qingfei relied heavily on browser searches, because in the absolute majority of his past time no one would seriously answer his questions; there were no family members and friends he could go to for confiding and communicating, so all doubts could only get answered here.

Fu Li took his phone to charge. When returning, he just happened to see the rabbit sprawling by the tray edge nibbling a sandwich.

Unluckily, after seeing him, the rabbit ran again.

Backing up was relatively slow. In order to not let Le Qingfei’s bashfully red face really drip blood, Fu Li pretended not to see and backed out.

Le Qingfei’s embarrassment this time was unprecedentedly intense.

Thinking he had a child, making so many strange actions, saying so many strange words… fortunately Fu Li didn’t know, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

Le Qingfei lay in the castle piled with throw pillows, picking up a throw pillow to press dead-tight against his face.

At this time, he heard some sound.

The tray filled with food was gently pushed in through the channel by Fu Li; even the strawberry milk on the side did not spill out.

Le Qingfei was so afraid he would also come in; he hadn’t prepared well yet.

Calling someone husband for so many days…

But it was also very strange, from calling in front of sister it wouldn’t be.

Now he felt self-conscious instead.

Fortunately, next there was no movement.

Le Qingfei breathed a sigh of relief, sitting up his body. Turning on the small overhead light of the triangular tent, he quietly ate up.

Mmh, being discovered eating at this kind of time would also be very lacking in momentum.

Outside the castle, Fu Li looked inside the lit tent, which reflected the shadow of Le Qingfei kneeling and sitting drinking milk, hooking the corners of his lips.

“Rabbit.”

“Mmh?”

Le Qingfei’s mouth contained a large mouthful of milk, the voice could also be heard; he forcefully swallowed it down, “I am not drinking milk.”

“Mm,” Fu Li changed a posture, both hands propped behind him, “Why sad?”

The shadow inside the tent shook.

Le Qingfei: “How did you know?”

Fu Li smiled and said: “Because when Feifei is sad, I will also be sad.”

The shadow on the tent shook again, but this time it was laughing.

“Fu Li you are lying.”

“Oh?” Fu Li stood up moving a bit closer, “Not calling husband now?”

Le Qingfei raised his hand to touch the small braid on the top of his head, both hands pinching his ears, the shadow looking even more like a sitting lop-eared rabbit.

“Sorry.”

Fu Li didn’t think he needed to apologize, not answering, turning to ask: “Why sad?”

“I… I thought I wasn’t that stupid anymore.”

Le Qingfei said: “After marrying you, I achieved many matters. I learned how to ski, I won’t cry until unable to speak when misunderstood now, I am not that afraid when seeing uncle and aunt, I organized such a formal adoption activity, and I also passed all those very difficult subjects… I thought I was very incredible.”

Le Qingfei’s right hand hugged his knee, his left hand spreading out four counting fingers, “But actually I am still not smart enough.”

Fu Li: “Nonsense, rabbit is just very smart.”

Le Qingfei laughed again, “You only said I was a little pig last night, how did I become a rabbit again today?”

Because rabbits can have false pregnancies.

Fu Li lowered his head and smiled, not daring to say it, fearing Le Qingfei would sulk and hide inside for a whole night, refusing to come out to meet him.

“Feifei has already done very well, no one can completely become another person within three months.” Fu Li lowered his eyes, “Being yourself is very good.”

Le Qingfei: “Then how long do I need, to become an incredible person?”

“Ten years.”

After Fu Li answered, he fell silent for a moment, supplementing: “Feifei is already the fastest progressing child I have ever seen, much more incredible than me.”

The person inside the tent put down the milk, crawling toward Fu Li’s direction, the tip of his nose pressing against the thin light-blue bedsheet, “Really?”

Fu Li laughingly put down his hands, also crawling over, imitating Le Qingfei’s appearance, “Really, Feifei is very incredible.”

The two people separated by the fabric, nose tips pressed together, intimately speaking words in small voices.

“Fu Li you always say so, as if whatever I do you think is very incredible.”

“Mm, because Feifei in my heart is just the most incredible.”

Le Qingfei laughed, the shadow of his blinking eyelashes was also pulled very long by the light. He heard Fu Li ask him.

“Incredible Strawberry King Feifei, can you let me enter your castle?”

Le Qingfei hesitated for a moment, nodding.

Fu Li came in, first giving him a kiss, immediately followed by a second, a third… Le Qingfei’s fingers gently grabbed the sleeve of Fu Li’s pajamas, being gently pressed by him into the throw pillows all over the floor.

Le Qingfei’s neck tilted up slightly, looking like a signal wanting to be caressed.

Fu Li’s large hand slowly moved from the back of his neck toward the snow-white neck, grasping it, the thumb gently rubbing on the delicate skin, then replacing it with his own lips.

Le Qingfei pushed and shoved him, the action so light, Fu Li paid no heed, finally that hand gently encircled his neck.

Such white arms, such slender fingers, under the drive of instinct softly hugging him, so light, like the fragrance of flowers.

The warm, narrow tent seemed to turn into a glass greenhouse.

Fu Li buried himself in Le Qingfei’s chest that was pulled messy, rising up, tenderly kissing his cheek, lying down together with him, stretching out his hand to encircle the person who was still calming his breathing into his arms.

“Eyes all cried red.”

Fu Li stretched out his hand, tapping on the eyelids behind his curled eyelashes, so thin, even under the warm orange light, one could still see the dark green veins.

Le Qingfei’s both hands pinched together, leaning against his chin, emptily covering his chest that was left with hickeys.

“All blame you,” he said.

Fu Li captured his hand, kissing his finger again, “Blame me for what?”

Le Qingfei moved close to his ear, whispering a few sentences in a small voice, hearing which Fu Li’s heart went peng peng twice.

He “tsk”-ed twice, the right hand encircling Le Qingfei moving down, patting his butt, feigning anger as he said: “Speak properly, where did so many adjectives and quantifiers come from.”

Le Qingfei twisted a bit, hiding his face back into Fu Li’s chest, “Originally it was so, I felt it back then, my belly was all made big…”

Fu Li didn’t understand how Le Qingfei could blush with just a tiny bit of teasing, yet say these things without blushing and without his heart skipping a beat.

Being forced with no way out, numb all the way from the ears to the spine. He pressed Le Qingfei beneath him, kissing for a while more.

“Afraid of scaring you.” Fu Li pinched Le Qingfei’s cheek, “If picking you home and discovering there are condoms at home, wouldn’t you be afraid?”

Le Qingfei raised his eyes and thought about it, nodding, “That’s true.”

“But, will wearing that be comfortable?”

This question stumped Fu Li. He honestly said he didn’t know, next time they could try.

Le Qingfei gave an “oh,” continuing to play with hair.

At this time, he felt his waist being pinched. Fu Li’s hand had already drilled into his pajama hem, stroking methodically.

“What are you doing?”

“These past few days, treating me to calling husband again and saying like again…” Fu Li turned his head to look toward him, “Just because of this matter?”

Le Qingfei’s body stiffened, speech also not fluent, “You, you know…”

Fu Li took all of his reaction into his eyes, turning his head back, “Just guessed it. Is it?”

Le Qingfei nodded.

Fu Li’s gaze shifted slightly, “Then do you really like me?”

Le Qingfei thought for a very long time, so long that Fu Li thought he hadn’t asked this question at all.

“No.”

Le Qingfei shook his head.

A person would only like one person; the person he liked was Yan Song.

Fu Li lowered his eyes, wanting to nod to indicate he heard, yet had no movement.

Inside the tent, there was no sound for a time.

Le Qingfei, who could never read situations, clearly understood at this moment that he perhaps should say something.

“You don’t like children, I was afraid you wouldn’t keep him, perhaps would even force me to go abort this child. So, I wanted you to like us a bit more.”

Speaking, Le Qingfei perceived Fu Li’s hand staying on his lower abdomen, as if there really were a child there.

“When discovering yourself ‘pregnant’, were you afraid?”

“A little bit, then I wasn’t afraid anymore.”

Fu Li: “Why not be afraid anymore?”

Le Qingfei twisted his hair, “You are very good to me, I will be very good to the little baby, he will be very happy after birth.”

Fu Li closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was sad for this non-existent child, or sad that Le Qingfei’s definition for “happiness” was so simple.

Therefore, he rose up and once more lowered his head to kiss on Le Qingfei’s lower abdomen.

“Feifei, if we really have a child, your worry will never happen. I will love our child very much,” Fu Li smiled, “Although it cannot compare to my loving you, I will love him, will look forward to his birth, and will accompany him to grow up together with you. I promise you.”

Le Qingfei looked at Fu Li’s black eyes, deep like the sea, profoundly looking into his body.

At this time, Le Qingfei seemed to hear the sound of wind, blowing his chest cavity to puff up.

A strange yet familiar feeling attacked. Le Qingfei helplessly looked around, wanting to find which direction the wind came from. His hand pulled onto the supporting pillow; the blue tent and small light hanging overhead fell down simultaneously.

Le Qingfei subconsciously closed his eyes.

In the darkness, everything within expectations did not happen; there was only the approaching body temperature and breathing. He opened his eyes, once again seeing those black eyes, and Fu Li’s face within reach.

Fu Li’s left hand propped on Le Qingfei’s side, his right hand blocking the light-blue fabric falling like rain.

The orange-yellow small light silently dropped into the soft pillows, shaking; the warm-colored light swung across from the mutual gaze of Fu Li and Le Qingfei’s eyes, as if that rain still fell onto them.

Le Qingfei was afraid of having his eyes wet by the rain, softly closing them; Fu Li lowered his head to kiss him.

Peng, peng, peng.

By Le Qingfei’s ear there was no wind sound, it was the heartbeat; what fanned his chest cavity was also the heartbeat.

So fast, like a summer thunderstorm day.

Le Qingfei thought damply.

He lay on his side, turning into a leaf washed by rainwater in the tropical rainforest, a thin piece, the legs paired and overlapped being tightly twisted by vines.

“Baby said it right,” Fu Li kissed him from behind, “a lot of meat.”

Le Qingfei was a bit aggrieved.

He wanted to ask Fu Li, did he not like his hand anymore?

Fu Li pulled up his hand, minutely licking it.

I liked it.

……

When Le Qingfei woke up, the sky was still dark.

The root of his thigh was chilly, medicine having been rubbed on.

He dug out Fu Li’s pajama pants to wear; they were looser than his own, wouldn’t rub against, and would be a bit more comfortable. It was just that he almost tripped.

He lifted the pant legs, bare feet stepping on the carpet, like a small mouse getting up at night to steal lamp oil.

He knelt and sat, hugging out the shoebox, taking out a pair of beige and dark brown suede small shoes from the white dust bag.

So small, not even as large as his hand.

Le Qingfei looked at it.

Under the moonlight, it seemed sadness would also become compassionate.

This made no sense; he didn’t even exist, Le Qingfei shouldn’t be sad for the non-existent.

But, if there really were a little baby, he would definitely be very happy. Both he and Fu Li would love him very much, perhaps would grow to be as tall as Fu Li, would have eyes like himself, the two of them could both play on the carpet in Fu Li’s office…

No, there won’t be a little baby like him and also like Fu Li.

He pulled out his phone, clicking open the browser to continue searching, discovering that “Specialist Expert” replied to him.

Specialist Expert: Aiya, look at how this matter turned out, figured it out? Know men can’t get pregnant?

Tourist: Mm, now.

Specialist Expert: This tone of yours, little friend, you wouldn’t happen to be sad, right?

Le Qingfei touched his left chest, replying with a ‘yes’.

Specialist Expert: ???

Tourist: Why am I so sad?

Tourist: Why do I look forward to a child with him so much?

Le Qingfei really didn’t understand.

Specialist Expert: Like him, duh.

Specialist Expert: It’s because you like him that you want to have a child with him.