The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 15

Yan Yu fell asleep clutching the bankbook.

He had only finished half of his milk, the cup left sitting precariously on the edge of the nightstand.

He was quiet when he slept, with only the sound of shallow breathing remaining in the darkness. The cold, sharp edges he maintained during the day were smoothed over by sleep; his body was curled on its side, his face half-buried in the pillow. The bankbook was held loosely against his chest, his fingers resting lightly on its cover.

Chen Kan stood at the door for a while before walking over.

After a moment’s thought, he gently pulled the bankbook away, placed it on the nightstand, and tucked the quilt in around him, pulling it all the way up to Yan Yu’s chin. Yan Yu remained a long, still bundle under the covers, unmoving.

Chen Kan stood by the bed, watching him.

The distant expression Yan Yu wore during the day was entirely gone, replaced by a peace that was almost childlike.

Chen Kan didn’t know how long he watched before he picked up the cold cup of milk and walked out.

Around four in the morning.

Yan Yu moved slightly. Not yet fully awake, he furrowed his brow and rolled over. His hand reached under the pillow, feeling for something, but found nothing.

Half a minute later, he opened his eyes, his gaze remarkably clear.

Then, his ears began to turn a deep, burning red.

…

What on earth had he been doing these past few days?

Why was it that when this damn Inner Demon receded, it wasn’t like a blackout where most things are forgotten? In fact, it was the opposite; not only had he forgotten nothing, but every single detail of those R-rated “plotlines” was crystal clear in his mind.

Yan Yu raised a hand and pressed it against his temple.

The flush spread from his ears down to his neck. He pulled the quilt over his head in a fit of irritation, feeling like he was about to turn into a thoroughly cooked shrimp.

He tried to restrain himself, but the memories kept flooding back. In his extreme embarrassment, he got up and forced himself to stay busy.

He put the bankbook Chen Kan had given him back on the foyer cabinet near the master bedroom. Then he wiped down the tables, reorganized the bookshelf he had messed up during the “moving” attempt last night, and even lined up the shoes in the foyer by color.

Despite all this, every second, his mind played back the image of him grabbing Chen Kan’s hand and inviting the man to “take a feel” under the covers.

It was unbearable.

Yan Yu decided to go to work early. He grabbed his car keys and “ran,” clicking on a rarely used icon in his mind to send a message to the Transmigration Administrator:

“Is it possible to delete recent memories?”

The Administrator replied exceptionally fast today: “Deleting memories requires a significant amount of system tokens. Which segment would you like to delete?”

Yan Yu spoke indirectly: “The part from yesterday morning.”

The Administrator paused to process: “The part where you held Mr. Chen’s hand to feel your chest?”

Yan Yu: “…”

Administrator: “Oh, sorry. Only that specific segment is restricted. I have clearance for everything else.”

Yan Yu: “…Why?”

Administrator: “Because Mr. Chen’s heart rate exceeded 210 bpm at that moment. For context, his heart rate when he defeated Long Zhanye at the Peak of the Three Mountains was only 150 bpm. The system is still analyzing this abnormal data for risk assessment.”

Yan Yu: “………………”

Administrator: “Do you want to delete anything else?”

Yan Yu: “…Forget it.”

If there were other awkward moments to hide behind, that one might not stand out so much. But if he deleted everything else and left only that, it would become a monumental landmark of shame that would follow him to the grave.

Yan Yu arrived at his post at 5:00 AM. Standing before the coffee machine, he let out a silent sigh, inhaled, and expressionlessly boiled water and ground beans. When the grinder stopped, the door to the forensic office opened.

His subordinate, Yu Jing, walked out in a lab coat, his hair a bit messy. Seeing Yan Yu in so early, he trotted over enthusiastically. “Brother Yan! You’re early! Isn’t your shift at 8:00?”

“Mm,” Yan Yu stared at the coffee pot. “Nothing to do at home, so I came in.”

“Oh~ I see. Did you and Captain Chen have a fight?”

At the mention of Chen Kan’s name, Yan Yu’s ears began to burn again. He knit his brows and glared fiercely. “What does this have to do with Chen Kan?”

Yu Jing blinked. “You’ve been coming in with the Captain every day lately, and he even brings you lunch.”

“…You saw wrong.”

“Right, right, I saw wrong,” Yu Jing didn’t argue. “But Brother Yan, you look pale. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Yan Yu looked down as he poured his coffee, assuming his professional air as a leader. “Go get back to work.”

Yu Jing looked at him for a few more seconds before waving a hand sensibly. “Fine, fine. I’ll head to the autopsy room then.” He walked a few steps, then turned back to whisper, “If you need Captain Chen to coax you, I can call him for you—”

Yan Yu shot him a sharp look, and Yu Jing bolted. Silence returned.

Yan Yu leaned against the counter, taking a slow sip of coffee. He carried his cup back to his office, where he paused, unbuttoned the top of his lab coat, then undid two buttons of his shirt to look down at his chest.

On his skin, a very fine, pale red bloodline snaked out from below his collarbone. It had already crossed the midline of his sternum, its tip nearly touching the position of his heart. It was still extending upward at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Yan Yu reached out and touched the end of the bloodline very lightly. A faint spiritual light flashed and vanished beneath his fingertip, bringing a tiny, almost numbing throb.

He frowned, realizing that after the growth of the last few days, it had actually… grown from his wrist all the way to his heart?

“When did it reach there?”

The voice came from the doorway.

Yan Yu froze and snapped his head up. Chen Kan was standing there, silent as a ghost, holding a paper bag. His gaze was fixed on Yan Yu’s open collar and chest. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were deep.

Yan Yu immediately pulled his shirt closed, his fingers fumbling with the buttons.

“Why didn’t you knock?” Yan Yu’s tone was stern.

Chen Kan didn’t answer, instead closing the door behind him. He walked up to Yan Yu and stopped, his eyes still on the man’s chest. “Yu Jing said you weren’t feeling well.”

“I’m not.”

Chen Kan didn’t say anything, just reached out. Yan Yu instinctively tried to dodge, but Chen Kan’s fingers already caught the collar at the side of his neck. The force wasn’t great, but it carried an undeniable intent, holding Yan Yu in place. The buttons Yan Yu had just done up were personally undone by the other man—two of them. The collar fell open, and the pale red bloodline was completely exposed to the air—and to Chen Kan’s gaze.

Yan Yu held his breath.

He watched as the man’s slender fingertip hovered just a centimeter or two above the end of the bloodline, not actually touching. After a few seconds, Chen Kan looked up into Yan Yu’s eyes.

“Have you regained your senses?”

Yan Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He said nothing.

But Chen Kan, relying solely on Yan Yu’s spiritual pressure and expression, was absolutely certain of the answer. He shifted his position slightly, his fingertip grazing Yan Yu’s smooth, warm chest before pressing gently onto the vivid bloodline.

“Then… do you remember everything that happened these past few days?”

Yan Yu’s cold voice was so low it was almost inaudible. “Mm. I remember most of it. I’ve forgotten a small part.”

“Which part did you forget?”

“…Yesterday morning. I don’t remember it well.”

“Mm.”

Chen Kan acted as if he didn’t remember it either, offering no comment. However, his breath brushed against the skin of Yan Yu’s collarbone, triggering a faint shiver.

Then he spoke: “Is it almost time?”

Yan Yu looked up at him. “Time for what?”

Chen Kan’s tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather. “Are you about to give birth?”

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