The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 11

Chen Kan stared at the ceiling, listening to the even breathing beside him. He gauged Yan Yu’s spiritual pressure.

He could leave, of course. But Yan Yu’s spiritual pressure had reached its most stable state in days. If he left now, Yan Yu would surely wake up in the middle of the night; likely around 3:30 AM; and wouldn’t get a full night’s rest.

How many days had it been since Yan Yu had slept through the night?

None of my business, Chen Kan thought. Let him sleep or not.

Yet, he ended up curling his legs on the sofa with his back to the other person, making a little nest for himself.

The next second, a pillow flew into Chen Kan’s head.

Yan Yu was a light sleeper. Hearing the creak of the sofa, his voice came out sharp and tinged with anger: “Did I tell you to sleep there?”

Chen Kan: ?

“Hey. Over here. You can sleep on the bed today.”

Chen Kan remembered that when Yan Yu said “Come here, you can sleep on the bed today” to Yuyuan, he always added a “Good boy” at the end. With him, it was just aggressive, skipping even his name.

Was he just “Hey” now?

Chen Kan pulled a long face, acting arrogant for no reason, and climbed into the bed silently and reluctantly.

However, adhering to his status as an ex-boyfriend and his sense of self-discipline, even under the covers, Chen Kan remained motionless with his back to Yan Yu, sleeping right on the edge to maintain a clear boundary.

Yan Yu didn’t know what he was being so haughty about. He didn’t care; he rolled over and fell into a comfortable sleep.

This sleep left his soul feeling refreshed, so refreshed it felt as if tiny bubbles of joy were rising from his bone marrow. Even those auditory hallucinations, which usually sounded like a broken radio, had completely cut out. He felt like a soul that had been put back together.

Around six or seven in the morning, Yan Yu reached for the phone on the nightstand to check the time. He unlocked it with the dog’s birthday in one fluid motion, only to realize he wasn’t holding his own phone, but Chen Kan’s.

Actually, two days ago, Yan Yu had already “openly” played with Chen Kan’s phone when he wasn’t paying attention. But he had only had time to look at Chen Kan’s WeChat contacts and check the social media of a few suspicious people; he hadn’t found anything else.

Later, he had seen a help post on Little Green Book titled: My boyfriend might be cheating but I can’t find proof, what should I do? The netizens’ answers were varied:

• • “Make him swear a poison oath on his family’s lives! The most vicious one! See if he dares! I confirmed my ex-boyfriend was visiting prostitutes just by his reaction to a poison oath when I had nothing but a hunch!” (13k likes)

• • “See if he’s suddenly started dressing up, won’t leave his phone, or is being unusually attentive or extremely cold!” (12k likes)

• • “Sister, check the phone! From WeChat to Alipay, from TikTok to Weibo alt accounts, don’t miss a single clue!” (9.4k likes)

• • “Watch for spending records on special holidays, and food delivery addresses!” (52k likes)

Yan Yu scrolled through them one by one, his expression as calm as if he were reading a Common Toxins Identification Manual. He had accumulated some experience.

Now that the opportunity was here and the phone was unlocked, there was no reason not to look.

Delivery addresses? Only his workplace, his own home, and Yan Yu’s parents’ house.

Alipay and WeChat transfers? No abnormal records. It was just that he had quite a lot of money.

Short-video app private messages? Yan Yu’s fingertip hovered over the screen for a moment before clicking the only dialogue box; a user with a police cap avatar and the ID “雀雀雀雀雀實可愛” (Queque is Truly Cute).

The expected flirtatious back-and-forth didn’t appear. The screen was filled with one-sided video links sent by the other person, interspersed with text that was almost incoherent with excitement:

“!! Look at this!!! I finished 26 episodes and I’m still waiting for the update!!! I’m the loneliest person in the world [Video Link]” “Holy crap, this line: ‘I’m a selfish person; you either belong to me completely or I’d rather destroy you.’ So overbearing! [Video Link]” “Help! Did the writer of this show stalk your puberty?! This obsession, this habit of going cold and silent but then not being able to hold back. Kan-er, tell me the truth, did you secretly go act in an idol drama? [Dog head emoji][Covering mouth laugh]” “Episode 7, 12:45! This look! This throat-lock hug! Let’s do one like this for a hot-topic anti-fraud promo video, how about it?! [Video Link]” “How about this: I’ll let you play the cop, and I’ll play the criminal.” “Arrest me, okay? [Covering mouth laugh]”

The latest message was from two nights ago. Chen Kan’s reply was concise to the point of being cold: [No.]

Scrolling up, it was almost entirely a monologue from “Little Sparrow.” Chen Kan hadn’t replied or even spared a single ‘like.’

No ambiguity.

Yan Yu scrolled slowly, his mind clearing. This “Little Sparrow” was likely the cheerful veteran officer, Zhu Que, from the Second Detachment.

Chen Kan’s social circle was clean to the point of being barren. Aside from necessary colleagues and work contacts, there was almost no one in his list to chat with or share life fragments with. It seemed Chen Kan had always been this stuffy and boring. Did he have no personal hobbies at all?

As Yan Yu wondered, his finger drifted to Chen Kan’s “Following” list. Tucked among official cultivation accounts and hardcore wilderness survival bloggers, one “thirst trap” male blogger with a spicy avatar and a suggestive nickname stood out.

Chen Kan watches thirst traps?

Yan Yu’s brow twitched. He clicked in, his heart turning cold. He checked a few of the person’s popular videos, trying to find a needle in a haystack in the comments. He found that Chen Kan had no comment history and hadn’t liked a single post.

The twisting figures in the videos didn’t make Yan Yu pause; a blank comment section proved nothing; he went straight to the private messages for the store’s customer service. There it was: A purchase history!

It was all adult toys!

In the message history, there were a few short exchanges from three years ago. The seller’s bio at the time clearly stated, “Private message for professional guidance.”

Chen Kan had asked a few extremely specific questions about a product’s usage and tolerance. The Q&A was very efficient:

[Shen Ge: My wife gets a lot of pain.]

[Shen Ge: Is my method wrong?]

[Shen Ge: It hurts at the slightest touch.]

[Tu Jiaojiao: What kind of pain is it?] [Shen Ge: The whole person tenses up, no amount of comfort helps.]

[Tu Jiaojiao: Is the Madam’s constitution naturally ‘dry’?]

[Shen Ge: Yes.]

[Tu Jiaojiao: Then I suggest using it with lubricant.]

[Tu Jiaojiao: [Recommended Product]]

[Tu Jiaojiao: This is our ace product imported from Spain. It has a slight aphrodisiac effect, but it’s not too strong and won’t hurt the body.]

[Tu Jiaojiao: Many customers feedback that even the driest constitutions become ‘hot’ after using this [Covering mouth laugh]]

[Shen Ge: (Placed order directly)]

Yan Yu stared at the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. A wave of burning bitterness rushed to his eyes, and physiological tears instantly blurred his vision, turning the cold text into blinding spots of light.

The evidence was undeniable, laid out bare before him.

In that moment, his head buzzed, turning completely blank. He didn’t want to ask anything, nor did he have the strength for explanations. He just felt as if his heart were being squeezed hard, aching, swollen, barely able to breathe.

Just then, the person sleeping beside him moved.

Chen Kan seemed to be disturbed by the faint light of the screen or Yan Yu’s rigid posture. His voice was heavy with sleep as he rasped, “What’s wrong?”

Yan Yu didn’t move, like a frozen statue.

Receiving no response, Chen Kan’s sleepiness was washed away by a touch of annoyance. He frowned and turned over irritably with his back to Yan Yu, his tone blunt and commanding: “Are we going to work separately today or in one car?”

No answer.

The atmosphere was truly bizarre.

Chen Kan waited a few seconds. There was still no movement behind him, only the sound of breathing restrained to the limit. The fire of being woken up flared in his heart. He whipped back around, but his tone softened considerably: “Yan Yu, are you going to work”

Before the word “today” could leave his mouth, he was met with a sudden slap from Yan Yu.

It wasn’t heavy, but it was crisp enough. Carrying the dampness of tears, it landed on his cheek; more of a vent for an emotional breakdown.

Next, the hot phone was slammed hard onto his chest.

Chen Kan was stunned for a second by the sequence of events. He instinctively caught the phone. The screen was still on, and the familiar private message interface and that glaring ID made his groggy sleepiness vanish instantly.

Chen Kan was awake. Completely awake.

He held the phone, staring at the screen for a long time. The room was deathly silent, save for their interlaced breathing.

As he looked at the screen, a few blurry, searing fragments flashed through his mind: the steam in a bathroom, a cold touch, Yan Yu’s uncontrollable trembling, and Yan Yu’s beautiful, lean, lustrous body.

He probably remembered what happened.

But this was a purchase record from three years ago. It was impressive that Yan Yu could even find it.

Chen Kan slowly raised his eyes to look at Yan Yu’s blurred silhouette in the darkness. The other man had his head turned away, his shoulders rigid, his whole body screaming silent accusation and cold disappointment.

The silence fermented in the air. After a long while, Chen Kan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He let out a dry sound.

“Oh.”

Then, he paused. His voice carried the hoarseness of someone who had just woken up and a kind of blank confusion as he asked softly:

“You don’t remember?”

The tear hanging on Yan Yu’s eyelash was about to fall, but his expression was cold to the extreme. He sat upright against the headboard, chin held high and arms crossed. A clear, cold snort escaped his nose:

“Hmph. What exactly do you think I should remember?”

Looking at him like this, Chen Kan understood; Yan Yu truly didn’t remember.

So, Chen Kan didn’t say more. He just looked down to unlock his phone, his fingers clicking quickly and accurately. Yan Yu watched coldly as Chen Kan went straight to WeChat, entered his “Favorites” section, searched briefly, and pulled up a chat history from three years ago. He wordlessly handed the phone to Yan Yu.

The faint light of the screen reflected on Yan Yu’s expressionless face. He looked down.

In the chat history Chen Kan showed him, the words were provocative from the start:

No Business, Retire: [(Image of a jar of strawberries)] No Business, Retire: [Package received. I opened it.] No Business, Retire: [What is this for?] Shen Ge: [For ‘doing’ you.] No Business, Retire: [?] Shen Ge: [(Sticker of a person blushing with hands crossed over their crotch.jpg)] Shen Ge: [(Sticker of a person blushing with hands crossed over their crotch.jpg)] No Business, Retire: […] Shen Ge: [It’s oil.] Shen Ge: [It helps with the ‘flow’.] Shen Ge: [You’ll be more comfortable.] No Business, Retire: [Oh.]

Ten minutes later.

No Business, Retire: [Then when are you coming back?] Shen Ge: [Still on a call. Probably in two hours.] Shen Ge: [What is it?] No Business, Retire: [It works pretty fast.]

Another five minutes later.

Shen Ge: [I’m here. Open the door.] Shen Ge: [Downstairs at your place.]

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