The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 25.2

Tense all over, Yan Yu felt as if his whole being was soaked in water. His stiff, cold, and dry body had been softened by the soak. He jolted violently due to a surge of pain, instinctively wanting to flee the moment he was released, and did not care about whatever Chen Kan was saying. Yan Yu’s cold features were gloomily furrowed from the kissing. He thought for a long time before saying very perfunctorily, “Oh, not really. Did I say that?”

The expression on Chen Kan’s handsome face instantly collapsed, his thin lips thinning into a straight line. However, given that Yan Yu was currently in an inner demon state, it was only normal that he needed some guidance.

“Yes, you said it.”

“How did I say it?”

Chen Kan spoke without missing a beat, his expression unruffled. “You said back then that starting from now, you were going to pursue me seriously.”

Yan Yu blinked. He seemed to search through his memory quite earnestly but found nothing. Consequently, his expression grew suspicious, and his attitude turned into the impatient look of someone listening to a load of nonsense. “Fine, then I will pursue you. How do you want me to do it?”

It was incredibly perfunctory, like a playboy casually brushing someone off so he could get back to his video games.

Chen Kan was momentarily stumped by the question. After all, back when they were actually dating, they held hands because they liked the look of each other, they kissed when the mood was right, and they went to a hotel whenever desire struck. There had never been a concept of one person pursuing the other.

Now, suddenly bringing up the idea of a pursuit, Chen Kan, a giant in the world of raw desire but a complete novice in the world of pure romance, had no idea what to say. If he were to tell Yan Yu to just kiss him and he would say yes, it would make him seem too cheap. This was especially true considering that when Yan Yu dumped him, he never even gave him an acceptable reason.

However, for the time being, the advantage was his. The rational Yan Yu, who usually calculated gains and losses with perfect clarity, had temporarily turned into the silly Yan Xiao-Yu.

Thus, with a stern face, Chen Kan somewhat forcefully leaned Yan Yu’s head back against the headrest of the massage tub. While applying a pre-prepared warm towel to Yan Yu’s chest and pressing gently through the fabric to soothe the residual discomfort, he spoke gruffly. “Think of how to pursue me yourself. Do I have to think of that for you too?”

Saying those words was indeed embarrassing enough to make his toes curl. After Chen Kan finished speaking, he felt his own ears growing hot. But Yan Yu sat up straight, his face still perfectly serious. He seemed to accept this statement without any questions.

“Understood,” Yan Yu gave a nod of acknowledgment first, and then, like a protagonist in a novel, he spoke a line of polite formality. “Since I have received so many favors from the Prince recently, I should naturally put some thought into winning the Prince’s favor.”

Chen Kan scoffed with a sour face. “Hmph, not a shred of sincerity.”

Keeping his face stiff, he handed Yan Yu a towel and placed a box of anti-swelling ointment on the sink, intending to exit the bathroom. However, he caught Yan Yu’s slightly mocking gaze as it swept coldly downward. His cold voice was as alluring as a hook, snagging Chen Kan’s footsteps with a single sentence.

“Then what counts as sincerity?” Yan Yu taunted. “Do I need to invite you to do it while you suckle?”

Chen Kan was speechless. Was that even an option? Well, apparently that was how things were played in the book. But between him and Yan Yu, it was not going to happen that fast. At least not until Yan Yu recovered from his inner demon state. Until then, he only wanted to play at something pure with Yan Yu.

“Put more effort into me and stop trying to bluff your way through with things like that.”

Chen Kan slammed the door with a thunderous bang. Wrapped only in a bath towel, he left the bathroom and returned to his own room to have a heart-to-heart with his private toy.

Meanwhile, Yan Yu was faced with a dilemma. For the next few days, he kept pondering how exactly he was supposed to pursue Chen Kan. He felt that this version of Chen Kan was truly indescribably strange. Consequently, Yan Yu pulled out his notebook again and wrote in his diary:

19th Day of the Eleventh Month.

Lately, matters have been complicated and my mind is in disarray. I shall write a few more lines to record these trivial thoughts.

1. 1. Regarding the change in Chen Kan’s temperament. This man killed his father and brothers to ascend the throne through a path of blood. In past years, his reputation for tyranny terrified the entire court. However, after staying with him these past few days, I find him abnormal. Aside from occasionally saying outrageous things—talking fiercely about doing someone—his actual actions are remarkably gentle, polite, and emotionally stable. His tyrannical nature remains, but it seems covered by a veil, making it hard to see clearly. Is he truly reformed, or does he have other motives? It remains suspicious.

1. 1. Regarding his physical concerns. A few days ago, when Chen Kan helped me with the suckling, I saw with my own eyes that he is not impotent. Yet, for over a month, despite sharing a bed several times, the count remains at zero. This man is extraordinarily well-behaved, barely even touching me. It is truly baffling. If his function were not impaired, for instance, being able to get aroused but not finish the task, why else would he act this way? Surely it cannot be for the sake of his vital essence or deliberate moderation for offspring? Considering how he seized the throne, that reason is laughable. It remains suspicious.

III. Regarding his new hobby. Recently, Chen Kan has added some new tricks, repeatedly suggesting that I pursue him, which presumably means pleasing him. Although I do not quite understand it, it matters not. Since he has granted fiefs to all seven of my little ones—the thought of which still feels absurd—I shall accept the favor. My cubs are still young. Before they head to their fiefs, they must be educated, provided with tutors, and taught discipline, all of which incur costs. Since he is showing goodwill, I shall cooperate as a trade.

1. 1. Regarding the lactation. As a man, this matter is most difficult to voice. Recently, whenever that habitual hour arrives, my chest begins to swell and itch spontaneously. It is a thread-like pain accompanied by a shameful sense of emptiness. Initially, it was just an aching bloat, which was manageable. But after Chen Kan ate once the other day, it has become an unspeakable need. It is as if only by being held and suckled by his warm lips can that stifling ache turn into a soft, surging tide and subside. Even more annoying is that a sense of dependency has grown in my heart. Perhaps I have truly been broken by him.

Frustrating! — Yan Yu’s random notes at the Hour of the Pig.

Yan Yu put down his pen and looked at the large word “Frustrating.” His furrowed brow tightened even further. With such heavy thoughts on his mind, he naturally could not sleep soundly.

Fortunately, Yan Yu officially launched his pursuit plan early the next morning. His first method involved food. Chen Kan had a sweet tooth, especially for the troublesome osmanthus pastries from his hometown. Although Yan Yu had never set foot in a kitchen, he decided to try making breakfast himself to show his sincerity.

Thus, at five o’clock that morning, Yan Yu appeared in the kitchen wearing Chen Kan’s apron, his face cold from a lack of sleep. He found a reliable tutorial video and laid out all the pre-prepared materials. However, just as he followed the tutorial to the step of rolling out the pastry dough, Taro Ball, the cheerful Alaskan Malamute, came charging over from his kennel on the balcony with his tail wagging happily. Someone must have left his cage door open. With one sweep of his tail, he knocked over an unsealed bag of flour.

Perhaps Taro Ball had not been close to Yan Yu for a long time. These past few days, he had either been shut in a room or a cage, and his walks were handled by Chen Kan or a nanny. Consequently, he did not feel he had done anything wrong and affectionately rubbed against Yan Yu’s bare shins.

Yan Yu’s already blank face darkened instantly. With hands covered in pastry oil, he picked up the silly dog and moved him away from the flour. Being touched by his mommy, the dog grew even more cheerful, wagging his tail with a silly grin and begging for a kiss. Yan Yu was at his wit’s end. With a cold face and much hesitation, he finally gave in and kissed the dog on its head.

He regretted it immediately after. 再怎么说, this “Prince of Mohe” was Chen Kan’s son, a proper Dog King with an official title. If he abandoned his principles and kissed him just because the dog insisted, was he not committing an act of incest with Chen Kan’s son behind his back? He could not do that.

Yan Yu looked down expressionlessly and glanced at the dog again. The Malamute had a look of pure bliss, his tail wagging like a propeller and his four legs bouncing up and down. He clearly wanted another kiss. Yan Yu’s face was deathly still as he pushed the dog away several times, sternly telling him to leave. Ultimately, he lost the battle. He glanced at Chen Kan’s tightly closed bedroom door and gave the dog three more kisses on its head.

Smack, smack, smack.

At that most taboo and dark moment, a soft laugh drifted from the kitchen doorway. Yan Yu’s spine stiffened as he turned his head. Chen Kan had woken up at some point and was leaning against the doorframe in his pajamas. His hair was slightly messy, and his eyes held the lingering lethargy of sleep. His gaze swept over Yan Yu and the Prince of Mohe before landing on the disaster zone of flour on the floor.

Yan Yu’s beautiful brows snapped together. He stood up with a touch of nervousness and took a half-step back, preparing an excuse. Instead of speaking, Chen Kan walked straight over. He first used his foot to nudge the dog away, then leaned down and reached under Yan Yu’s arms. With a slight lift, he carried Yan Xiao-Yu out of the mess in a horizontal embrace.

Yan Yu instinctively grabbed the front of Chen Kan’s pajamas, his cold voice tensing up. “What are you doing?”

Chen Kan said, “Don’t worry about it. I will clean it up.”

He carried him toward the living room with steady steps, only putting him down once they reached the sofa. Then, Yan Yu felt Chen Kan lean down in that same position and give him a very light, very quick kiss on the lips. The touch was warm and dry, possessing the softness unique to someone who had just woken up. It was a fleeting touch, like a feather brushing past.

Yan Yu was dazed by the kiss. He saw Chen Kan’s deep, calm eyes looking at him. Those dark eyes were as gentle as ink, filled with silent indulgence and love.

“What do you want to eat in a bit?” Chen Kan asked as he tucked a throw pillow next to him.

Three words popped into Yan Yu’s mind, words that Chen Kan in his anger would usually make him say himself: Eat your cock.

But Yan Yu found it embarrassing and refused to say it. With an expression of someone calmly facing death, he blushed coldly and hummed with indifference. “Whatever.”

Chen Kan asked in a low, gentle voice, “Is shrimp dumplings okay?”

Yan Yu looked at him awkwardly for a long time before saying coldly, “Fine.”

“Then just sit here.”

Chen Kan turned back to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and efficiently cleared the disaster area. He also dealt with the Dog King of Mohe without losing his temper, wiping the dog’s paws and body before taking fresh shrimp out of the freezer. Worried that Yan Yu might be bored, he even fetched the Prince of Southern Fujian to the sofa during the time the water was boiling to keep Yan Yu company.

An hour later, fresh shrimp dumplings and warm porridge were placed on the coffee table in front of Yan Yu. The kitchen had been restored to cleanliness, as if the previous chaos had never occurred. Chen Kan sat down beside him and took a bite of un-toasted bread. Looking at the morning news, he asked naturally, “What did you originally intend to make?”

Yan Yu said, “Osmanthus pastries.”

“I will make them for you next time when we have more time,” Chen Kan added. “In the future, if you want to eat something, just tell me. Do not go into the kitchen yourself.”

Yan Yu picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling, took a tentative small bite, and then finished it with a large bite. He did not respond, but much later, as he lowered his head to drink the porridge, he gave a very soft “Mm.”

Ultimately, he never mentioned that the misshapen osmanthus pastries were intended as a way to pursue him. This made him feel like a failure. He had intended to please Chen Kan so he could bring up the matter of sending the cubs to school. Instead, not only was he caught messing around with the son, but he was also banned from the kitchen.

The main issue was that Chen Kan’s subtle displeasure was even harder to read than actual anger. Yan Yu realized the worst part: compared to the old Prince Chen Kan who would hang him up and do him every time he got angry, the current Chen Kan had matured into an introverted emperor with deep schemes. Even now, Yan Yu could not tell if Chen Kan was actually angry.

That evening, after thinking it over, Yan Yu took the initiative to knock on Chen Kan’s bedroom door.

“Does what you said today—that I should just tell you if I want to eat something—still stand?”

Chen Kan was slightly startled and nodded. A light flush rose on Yan Yu’s usually cold face, but a hint of vague irritability and shame flickered between his brows. His slender body was pulled straight, and even the tips of his ears were pink, as if he were gathering the courage to burn his bridges.

Chen Kan waited quietly. Yan Yu’s gaze slowly moved downward, landing on him. Chen Kan followed Yan Yu’s gaze and looked at his own trousers.

“What is it?” Chen Kan asked. “Is there something on my pants?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he sensed something was wrong. The calm look on Yan Yu’s face had taken on a look of grim determination. Sure enough, Yan Yu looked over with clear eyes. His tone was as calm as if he were the king. Only the end of his sentence held an almost imperceptible tremor. He paused, tilted his chin up slightly, and commanded, “Feed me your cock then.”

Chen Kan’s eyes darkened completely. Almost instantly, he clenched his fists. He felt a mix of complex emotions. During these past few days, he had retreated time and again. He had even done many things that, in their previous relationship, he could only do with Yan Yu’s permission. All of this had happened within a single month; it was happening so fast that he was not even Yan Yu’s boyfriend yet.

If this were during the years when Chen Kan hated Yan Yu the most, he probably would not have cared so much. Back then, he truly hated him. He had even thought that if Yan Yu ever had a need and came to him for sex, he would definitely dominate him and force him to explain why they broke up—and why he gave a reason so pathetic that even an Alaskan Malamute would not believe it.

But Yan Yu never did. Yan Yu did not love sex as much as when they were dating, or perhaps Yan Yu had simply grown tired of doing it with him. Compared to that kind of thing, Yan Yu might have had more important choices to pursue. Therefore, Yan Yu had discarded him as ruthlessly as trash.

But why? They had dated passionately for six months. What gave him the right to abandon him so easily? Chen Kan’s teeth itched with resentment, but he could not use the word abandonment. He was not Yan Yu’s father, nor was he Yan Yu’s dog. Yan Yu simply did not love him anymore.

So, after weighing the pros and cons, Yan Yu ended the relationship without mercy. The best thing for the person left behind to do was to move on as quickly as possible, rather than acting like a psychopath, speculating on the reasons for the breakup, stalking an ex who was living a normal life, or something even more perverse, pestering them at their door and using threats or lures to stop the breakup.

Actually, Chen Kan had thought about doing all of those things. But he could not bring himself to do them. In the years immediately following the breakup, he chose a gentler method: using the unreliable Law of Attraction to make a wish every night before bed. It is no exaggeration to say that back then, every night before sleeping, the image in his mind was Yan Yu coming to him with a cold face and an awkward apology to seek a reconciliation.

Later, he heard a master say that this was wrong; one must feel the completed state and visualize the scenes that occur after the wish has been granted. So, the images Chen Kan actually visualized were exactly like the current scene: Yan Yu crossing his arms, his eyes red, enduring until he could no longer take it; Yan Yu thrusting his flat chest forward, telling him to suckle quickly; Yan Yu knocking on his door to ask if he wanted to do it.

At that time, Chen Kan was frustrated by the breakup and felt that imagining these things was harmless and legal. Now, he felt such a mix of emotions that he wished he could go back in time and stop his past self from overthinking. How was this any different from praying at a temple? The deity granted every request, but the manner in which they were granted was out of his control.

But in this situation, could he really ignore everything, follow Yan Yu’s lead, and just have sex with him?

Chen Kan looked down at Yan Yu for a few seconds. Those swirling thoughts eventually subsided. He leaned forward and very lightly kissed Yan Yu’s forehead, a touch devoid of lust, carrying instead a sense of comfort. Then he stepped back slightly. His hand naturally moved down to grip Yan Yu’s wrist, his thumb rubbing against the cool skin. He asked naturally, “What kind of noodles do you want? Is tomato and egg noodles okay?”

Yan Yu was stunned by the kiss, and he was even more stunned when he heard what Chen Kan said. Not long after, Yan Yu sat with a cat in his arms and watched Chen Kan make a pot of noodles. After giving some to the kittens and the dog, Yan Yu sat with a grumpy face and ate two bites, then proceeded to finish the remaining half-pot of noodles.

While eating, Yan Yu thought a lot. He felt that instead of guessing, it was better to be direct. As he set down his chopsticks with a cold face, he said to Chen Kan, “The Prince’s behavior these past few days has been truly baffling. May I ask…”

Yan Yu’s cold voice trailed off, and Chen Kan’s hand stopped while washing the dishes. After waiting a moment without a follow-up, Chen Kan spoke. “Yes, ask.”

Yan Yu tapped his finger lightly on the table, seemingly weighing his words. “Let me put it this way. What I want is very clear: gold, silver, fiefs, physical comfort, and sending my cubs to school to receive an education.” He paused here to emphasize the last point, hoping Chen Kan would notice. Seeing Chen Kan’s eyebrow arch clearly noticing it Yan Yu continued.

“But what the Prince wants is very vague. You want me to care, to please you, and to pursue you? Perhaps I am simply dull, as I can barely understand caring and pleasing, but what exactly is this pursuit the Prince speaks of? Tracking you? Rear-ending you?”

Yan Yu listed them off in a tone as flat as if he were reading a menu. Yan Yu was always like this. No matter what kind of adversity he faced, he could struggle to find a path, analyze the logic step by step, and attempt to find a solution.

Chen Kan looked at him calmly, without any hint of mockery, simply gazing directly at him. He watched him quietly for a while. A faucet was not fully closed, and a drop of water fell into the stainless steel sink with a clear sound. It felt as if Chen Kan’s heart had been pinched by Yan Yu, causing a drop of heart’s blood to drip out. Every red blood cell within that drop seemed to scream that he was still utterly captivated by Yan Yu.

Finally, Chen Kan walked over and sat in the chair next to Yan Yu. Their distance was neither too close nor too far. They could not hear each other’s heartbeats, yet they could feel each other’s breath.

Then Chen Kan said, “It is none of those. To pursue means that I want us to be in love. To pursue means that I hope you like me, just as much as I like you.”

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