The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 12

Yan Yu felt that this entire scene exuded an indescribable sense of eeriness.

On the phone screen Chen Kan held before him, the WeChat chat records were clear and distinct. That was indeed his profile picture, and clicking it led to his actual account, not some impersonator.

But why? Why didn’t he remember any of it?

The blatant, naked flirting in the dialogue between him and Chen Kan, and the past experiences that had likely been put into practice at the time; why did he have no memory of them at all?

Yan Yu stared at those words, his mind a complete blank. No images, no tactile sensations, not even a ripple of matching emotion; it was as if he were reading the history of a stranger that had nothing to do with him.

Chen Kan’s gaze rested on his face. He didn’t rush him, simply waiting in silence. That gaze was heavy, like the surface of the sea at midnight.

Being watched like that made Yan Yu’s heart skip a beat. A chill crept up his spine. His previously certain anger and disappointment suddenly lost their foundation in the face of this ironclad evidence and his own internal void, leaving him hanging precariously in mid-air.

Was it truly that he had forgotten?

No.

A clearer realization, one based on physical memory, struck him forcefully!

His constitution was simply not the “dry” type. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He knew all too well that uncontrollable wetness and slickness when moved by passion; how could he possibly have needed the help of such a product?

The sense of absurdity washed away his initial shock and guilt.

Yan Yu hardened his expression, his fingertips sliding forcefully across the screen. His voice was cold and rigid from suppressed emotion: “Impossible.”

Chen Kan watched as Yan Yu looked up with those beautiful, cold eyes, staring directly at him as if searching for a trace of a lie or a misunderstanding.

“I don’t need this at all. Don’t you know exactly what my constitution is like?”

Chen Kan didn’t immediately argue. He maintained his posture, though his gaze darkened almost imperceptibly.

Right. He had almost forgotten.

In the self-narration of the protagonist in Wealth is Finally Free, the “I” was supposed to be a literal faucet; at the slightest touch, the flow would be continuous. And now, Yan Yu had that exact perception embedded in his mind by the Inner Demon.

Chen Kan spoke, his voice lower than usual, every word weighed carefully: “But that was something we tuned slowly.”

Yan Yu’s brow furrowed instantly, his eyes full of distrust.

Chen Kan continued, his words like stones dropped into the still lake of the other’s closed memories: “You were very nervous three years ago. Every time, entry wasn’t very smooth.”

He paused, choosing a description that was as neutral as possible. He and Yan Yu were no longer in a relationship; speaking too bluntly felt like harassment. Even so, he felt the words were detached from reality, and Yan Yu likely wouldn’t believe him.

As expected, the color drained slightly from Yan Yu’s face. His chin was still held high, but the coldness in his eyes cracked, revealing the deep confusion and hidden fear beneath.

“We’ve been together for ten years. Why would I still have been ‘inexperienced’ three years ago?”

Chen Kan didn’t bat an eye, lying without any burden: “Because before that time, I had been on a business trip for three months. It had been a long time since we did it.”

Before he could finish, Yan Yu sneered and yanked the quilt. He grabbed Chen Kan’s wrist and thrust his hand directly under the covers, pressing it against a certain spot.

Chen Kan’s voice cut off abruptly. He looked at Yan Yu’s clear but icy eyes in disbelief.

The next second, Chen Kan’s turned beet red. He yanked his hand back, but the burning, damp sensation remained on his fingertips as if branded there. He froze in place, his Adam’s apple bobbing. It took a long time before he could squeeze out a broken: “You”

“What about me?”

Yan Yu leisurely adjusted the quilt, covering the spot that had just been touched, though a faint damp mark had already spread into a small dark patch on the fabric. His tone was calm, as if that bold move were perfectly natural: “Recentely, we haven’t done it for at least three months. What else do you have to say?”

It was meant to be an interrogation, but the way he asked, paired with the slight redness at the corners of his eyes and his forced composure, made it sound like a desperate complaint. His eyes seemed to say: I can’t go back.

Chen Kan closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were as dark as ink. He suddenly took a step forward, bracing his hands on either side of Yan Yu, pinning him between himself and the headboard.

The distance was so close they could feel each other’s interlaced breaths.

“I do,” Chen Kan’s voice was incredibly raspy. “I want to say”

He paused, then simply pulled the man into a powerful, silent embrace. The hug was scorching, and his heartbeat thundered against Yan Yu through their clothes.

“It can be cured. Don’t worry.”

Yan Yu let himself be held like a limp noodle for a long time before snapping back to his senses. He kicked the man away and tossed the phone back at him.

“Get out. Looking at you irritates me.”

The door was closed gently.

Yan Yu sat alone on the messy bed. He looked down at his lap with absolute composure, then up at the closed door. Finally, the realization hit him, and a flush spread from his ears all the way to his collarbone. He changed into dry clothes and went to work as usual.

What Yan Yu didn’t know was that Chen Kan, who had left a few steps ahead of him, drove around the coastal road several times before the heat in his ears finally subsided.

He lit a cigarette, the scarlet ember glowing in the dimness.

For Chen Kan, these past few days had indeed been surreal. He knew the most urgent task was to help diminish the side effects of Yan Yu’s Inner Demon and find a cure. But the current Yan Yu was such a stark contrast to the one in his memory, who was either cold and distant, gentle and proper, or occasionally prickly.

The contrast was so great it was almost alien.

What a stupid Inner Demon. Can we not make Yan Yu play this role?

Yan Yu was like a cat that was usually elegant and composed, occasionally showing its claws; then suddenly it got soaked in the rain, its fur clumped together, shivering with cold, yet still holding its head high and glaring with round eyes. A weak purr came from its throat; at first glance, it looked like acting spoiled, but a closer listen revealed it was entirely a string of curses. But when Chen Kan leaned in to hear those curses clearly, he found it so cute he could die.

It’s too much. Really, enough. Hurry up and get back to normal.

The cigarette butt burned his finger, and he crushed it out.

The priority was helping Yan Yu disperse the Inner Demon. But how? Yan Yu was such a serious person; why did he choose such a melodramatic script?

Even if the audiobook Wealth is Finally Free was absurdly dramatic, the fact that it was chosen by Yan Yu’s Inner Demon meant it had to have some special significance. Could it be that certain segments of the novel overlapped with a shadow in Yan Yu’s heart?

Chen Kan thought all day and couldn’t figure it out. So, at the end of the day, instead of picking up Yan Yu, he turned the car around and drove toward Xiaoyao Residence at high speed.

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