The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 2

Coming out of the cafeteria, Brother Li and Xiao Wang were left in the dust by Chen Kan within just a few steps. They broke into a light jog to catch up, but Chen Kan walked like the wind, his pace terrifyingly fast. After a few more steps, the two fell behind again and simply gave up the chase, slowing down to whisper.

“Is the Captain angry?” Xiao Wang nudged Brother Li. “His mood went south right after Captain Zhu said those things.”

Brother Li picked his teeth and chuckled. “You bet. Everyone knows he and Director Yan from the Forensics Department don’t get along. Old Zhu tried to play matchmaker where he wasn’t wanted; how could he not be pissed?”

“Director Yan: is he that handsome forensic doctor who sometimes wears silver-rimmed glasses and sometimes doesn’t?”

“Hahaha, sharp eye you’ve got there.”

“To be a director at such a young age; no wonder the Captain doesn’t like him.”

Brother Li snorted. “You think Director Yan has connections?” He lowered his voice. “Do you know why there was a massive overhaul of the K-City forensics system the year he was air-dropped in?”

“Why?” Xiao Wang blinked.

“Because of one case. It was clearly a homicide, but the report was written as ‘death by falling from a height.’ Director Yan slammed the original report right onto the Bureau Chief’s desk and refuted it point by point. His logic was so airtight it cut off every escape route.”

“And then?”

“Then? Those who needed training were sent for training, and those who needed transferring were transferred. He personally rewrote the entire appraisal process. Now, the reports in K-City are so rigorous they would make a textbook blush.”

“Wow, Director Yan is that amazing? Then why does the Captain find him eyesore?”

Brother Li was about to answer when he noticed that Chen Kan, who had been pulling away, had slowed down at some point.

“You find him easy on the eyes?”

Xiao Wang shuddered and instinctively replied, “Yeah, Director Yan is really good-looking!”

“Fine then,” Chen Kan’s voice dropped even lower. “If you like him so much, I will pack you up and send you to the Forensics Lab so you can stare at him every day.”

“No, no, no! Boss, I was wrong!” Xiao Wang begged for mercy repeatedly.

Brother Li quickly interjected to change the subject. “Hahaha, Captain, you haven’t eaten yet, right? It’s getting cold. Hey, why did you buy two portions?”

“I am eating two portions.”

Carrying his food, Chen Kan dropped one final sentence. “Spend more time working and less time gossiping.”

With that, he left again.

It wasn’t that Xiao Wang wanted to gossip.

But less than five minutes later, Xiao Wang watched with his own eyes as Director Yan picked up a lunch box from his office doorknob. Even the types of side dishes were exactly the same as the ones their Captain had bought.

Yan Yu finished his meal in a few minutes while reviewing electronic images of autopsy slices. It was only while cleaning up that he remembered to open WeChat and found Chen Kan’s chat box.

[Transfer: 14 Yuan]

Two hours later, the chat box displayed:

[The other party has accepted the payment]

Not a single word.

Yan Yu didn’t mind; his full attention was on the autopsy report before him. The forensic system in this world was practically a wasteland. The author only cared about living people cultivating immortality and fighting; there were no accurate definitions for settings like “spiritual energy residue” or “shattered meridians.” Everything had to be personally redefined by him.

It was as if while everyone else was running, he had to build the road first.

And some of those roads, he and Chen Kan had paved together.

Yan Yu still remembered his first month after being air-dropped into the K-City Forensics Lab. The system was deeply entrenched with corruption, and old case files were riddled with holes. He had stormed into the Bureau Chief’s office with that falsified “falling case” report, while many eyes outside waited to see how this “air-dropped eye candy” would fall flat on his face.

He had analyzed the case point by point, his logic so precise it reduced the room to silence.

Ultimately, what sealed the deal was the evidence Chen Kan provided regarding the financial transactions between the former head of the Forensics Lab and external forces. Irrefutable evidence was more persuasive than any words.

Chen Kan had never mentioned it.

Chen Kan was also a man of few words.

In most of the time since breaking up with Chen Kan, Yan Yu hadn’t quite figured the man out.

Or rather, even when they were together, he had never truly seen through Chen Kan.

Yan Yu had transmigrated into this world through a book. It was a hot cultivation novel that had been serialized for many years and remained a massive, money-making hit.

As a transmigrator, Yan Yu could see all the published text of the story from the beginning. Although he was a background character, he possessed a bit of a God’s perspective. Thus, before he decided to date Chen Kan, he had searched through the entire text and found no mention of a person named “Chen Kan” at all.

Who would have thought that Chen Kan was still on the author’s outline and hadn’t been released yet?

He could only blame himself for transmigrating too early.

It was only after the breakup that Yan Yu truly “saw” Chen Kan make his debut.

Chen Kan joined the protagonist’s group. Relying on his matchless combat power and cold, ruthless personality, he acted the part for three whole years, garnering countless character fans.

Later, for some reason, such a popular character was gradually marginalized by the author. Then, the author wrote that he was transferred and made him a criminal investigation captain.

Ever since Chen Kan left the protagonist’s group, his fans had been mourning everywhere, and the work’s data plummeted.

But the author refused to compromise. In a certain author’s note, they seriously responded to the protesting fans.

“Chen Kan’s personality is too complex; I can no longer completely control him. If I follow his free will, he will inevitably leave the protagonist’s group to do more meaningful things; but if I write against his nature, his character design will collapse immediately. So, I am sorry everyone, I really should let him go live his own life. On the bright side, maybe he will fall in love in another space-time.”

Yan Yu, watching from that other space-time, found it baffling.

He didn’t have the kind of brain that enjoyed novels, nor did he quite understand the author’s words; he even felt the author was just making excuses. It wasn’t until much later, when Yan Yu recalled Chen Kan and pondered the past, that the meaning slowly dawned on him.

The author, it seemed, had not lied.

Chen Kan was indeed quite complex.

Chen Kan was likely one of those “high-stamina, high-energy” individuals who did not feel tired after only three hours of sleep: a master of time management. From the first day Yan Yu met him, when Chen Kan was still a police academy student, he was already using his “spiritual energy” to make money frantically.

Classes during the day, private gigs at night, squeezing in a few rounds of sex in between, and heading straight to work right after getting out of bed.

Yan Yu had never seen anyone as obsessed with money as Chen Kan, yet the author’s writing rarely mentioned that “Chen Kan likes money.”

According to Yan Yu’s speculation, Chen Kan’s love for money was likely related to his father’s affair, his mother’s remarriage, and her having a younger brother with his stepfather, leaving no one to provide for his living expenses.

However, Yan Yu did not think a single person’s living expenses would require such massive outlays.

When they were dating, Yan Yu had proposed several times to cover Chen Kan’s living expenses so he could just focus on his classes.

Yet, other than receiving a blunt rejection, Chen Kan said nothing.

Yan Yu once suspected he was the type of chauvinist labeled in male-oriented novels, someone who would feel uncomfortable hearing their partner wanted to support them. But small details proved that Chen Kan was not like that at all.

For instance, Chen Kan would wash Yan Yu’s underwear with a cold face and take over all the household chores.

Or the fact that Chen Kan never refuted anything he said. Even though Yan Yu, as a “no-spiritual-energy loser,” had asked many questions about spiritual energy to reform the autopsy system, Chen Kan would only explain the requirements in detail. He never tried to teach Yan Yu anything in a condescending, teacher-like tone just because he was naturally gifted and powerful.

And further still, Chen Kan was very dominant in bed, yet the number of times Chen Kan knelt before him to serve him far outnumbered the reverse.

Thus, even after having slept with Chen Kan so many times, Yan Yu felt respected every single time.

But at the same time, Yan Yu knew that Chen Kan did these things not so much because he loved him, but because Chen Kan was inherently a good person.

Yan Yu withdrew his thoughts and finished signing the review documents for a recent case. After reviewing them from the beginning once more, he put down his pen and pulled a brown envelope from the drawer.

His fingertips unconsciously pressed against his left wrist.

Beneath the cuff, that bright red blood line seemed to crawl quietly at the wrist crease, snaking upward another centimeter.

It was late, 11:00 PM.

Yan Yu looked through other files for a while until all his work was completed. Only then did he support his exhausted body to tidy up the desk.

He cleaned it more thoroughly than usual, as if it were his last time in this office.

He calmly glanced at the blood line that had grown three centimeters in a day. Given the current situation, he still needed to meet with Chen Kan.

After packing his things, Yan Yu sent Chen Kan a message and headed straight for the parking lot. He sat in the driver’s seat waiting for Chen Kan. After a while, feeling his energy flagging and finding it uncomfortable to lean back, he simply slumped over the steering wheel and closed his eyes in exhaustion.

A notification sound echoed repeatedly in his mind:

[Spiritual pressure too high: relief required.] [Spiritual pressure too high: relief required.] [Spiritual pressure too high: relief required.]

Yan Yu had long since grown accustomed to this noise and ignored it. He actually drifted off into a daze until he was startled awake by the passenger door being pulled open.

Someone sat into the car, bringing with them the chill of the night wind, and closed the door casually.

The moment the door shut, Yan Yu had just sat upright. As he looked toward the passenger seat, he felt his cheek lifted by a familiar force, and a warm breath covered him in the next second.

Chen Kan held the back of Yan Yu’s head and crashed onto his lips with force. While brutally crushing his lips, his tongue familiarly and firmly pushed straight in, completely prying open Yan Yu’s mouth. After seeing who it was, Yan Yu rarely cooperated without resistance. It wasn’t until the hand cradling his cheek moved slightly downward and a thumb unconsciously brushed against his sensitive Adam’s apple, cruelly grinding against it, that a cold voice spoke with a hint of command.

“Open up.”

Yan Yu’s suit shirt was buttoned to the very top. His brow was furrowed with indifference and annoyance, yet his whole being was inexplicably erotic. Just by having his Adam’s apple ground against, he let out an unbearable groan. Hearing Chen Kan’s tone, he pushed Chen Kan outward with some impatience.

“Let go.”

He had asked Chen Kan to help him find relief, but he had not allowed Chen Kan to be so sudden.

There were cameras in the parking lot, and besides, the front windshield could not be tinted.

Chen Kan gave a very soft, cold snort and let him go. His face showed no sign of lingering desire, as if he had merely completed a kiss with a bit of hostility to maintain basic politeness.

But in the rearview mirror, Chen Kan’s god-like face was fierce, without a trace of a good mood.

Chen Kan was also looking at him, his eyes dark, until the moment their gazes met.

The two of them sat up straight simultaneously, both averting their eyes with feigned indifference.

Yan Yu intended to start the car. According to their original plan, they were going to Chen Kan’s house tonight.

But having just kissed, the atmosphere was unsurprisingly a bit strange.

Yan Yu rubbed his aching wrist, thought for a moment, and asked casually.

“By the way, do you know anything about ‘Bonding’?”

He brought up the blood line because he needed to decide whether to share some information based on Chen Kan’s answer.

However, to his surprise, Chen Kan misinterpreted his meaning.

In the rearview mirror, the moment Chen Kan heard the question, a somber, fierce light flickered in his deep eyes. His brow furrowed deeply, and his voice was cold and hard.

“I don’t know.”

Yan Yu thought to himself: If you don’t know, you don’t know. Why the attitude?

Yet Chen Kan was not finished. As if experiencing a stress response, his entire body stiffened. He continued to look at Yan Yu with a cold detachment that hid a simmering fire.

Yan Yu caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror and could not be bothered to deal with his behavior.

He started the car on his own, only to hear Chen Kan’s voice, cold and laced with a hint of playful malice, say:

“If I had known about ‘Bonding and Childbearing’ earlier, before you agreed to marry me, I would not have finished inside every single time.”

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