The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 31

Chen Kan’s kiss was slow and deep. Two figures were reflected in the mirror.

Yu Yuan’s plate lay shattered on the floor, and dog food was scattered everywhere.

At that moment, the King of Mohe, having just lost his manhood, was dragging his toy from the balcony with some difficulty while waiting for his meal. Then came a sharp cracking sound from the kitchen. In the next second, he saw his dinner plate in pieces and his food strewn across the tiles.

That was a ceramic plate Yan Yu had specially bought for him, imprinted with his own paw print and name. Now, it was split into several jagged shards.

Yu Yuan was in disbelief. He looked up at Chen Kan in utter shock. Their eyes met. Truly, the heavens were heartless! The world had gone mad; men were not men, and dogs were not dogs.

Yu Yuan’s ears flattened against his head as his eyes darted between Chen Kan and the debris. Finally, he let out a long, nasal sigh. A single tear welled up in the little dog’s eyes. He was so distraught that he did not even have the heart to eat the food off the floor.

Chen Kan was speechless. Seeing his dog son in such a state, Chen Kan quickly put down his phone. Showing a glimmer of humanity, he began to comfort Yu Yuan by stroking the dog’s head. His phone screen went dark.

Meanwhile, Yan Yu stared at his own blank phone screen for a long time. Even as the agonizingly long red light of the evening rush hour turned green, Chen Kan did not reply. The typing indicator had vanished.

Was Chen Kan unwilling? Or was the request too sudden?

Yan Yu furrowed his brow slightly and restarted the car. Not long after, the sound of the electronic lock chirped at the front door. Yan Yu bent over to change his shoes and hung up his coat, revealing the dress shirt he wore for work. He glanced toward the living room, his eyes sweeping over Chen Kan as he asked casually:

“Where is the dog?”

“He is throwing a tantrum on the balcony,” Chen Kan replied.

Yan Yu gave a soft affirmative sound and walked toward the kitchen. As he passed Chen Kan, the faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the cool autumn night air drifted toward him. Neither of them spoke, and neither mentioned the recent WeChat exchange. It was as if, aside from the shattered dog plate, no one had witnessed their conversation.

Yan Yu was indeed embarrassed. This was the first time in their entire history that Chen Kan had declined a sexual invitation. He walked straight past Chen Kan to the balcony door to check on little Yu Yuan, who had just been neutered.

Yu Yuan was lying with his back to the door, with the Elizabethan collar looking like a giant funnel around his neck. His silhouette screamed dejection. His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps, but he did not turn around.

“Yu Yuan,” Yan Yu called.

The dog’s tail hit the floor once, very lightly. Yan Yu knelt beside him. The moment his hand touched the dog’s head, Yu Yuan spun around and buried his snout into Yan Yu’s arms, whimpering as his wet nose rubbed against the fabric of the shirt.

“What is wrong?” Yan Yu asked, stroking his fur.

Yu Yuan placed his front paws on Yan Yu’s knees and looked up. The dog’s eyes were watery, with actual moisture clinging to the corners. He looked at Yan Yu, then glanced toward the kitchen, his nose twitching as he let out a series of aggrieved whines.

Upon closer inspection, Yan Yu realized Yu Yuan had already packed a bag. Inside were his favorite Mickey Mouse and Monkey King toys, three cans of dog food, a teething stick, his cat print bib, and the twenty centimeter doll Yan Yu usually left home during business trips, which Yu Yuan firmly believed was a mini version of himself. The dog looked ready to run away from home.

Yan Yu looked down and continued to smooth Yu Yuan’s fur, stroking from his head to the base of his tail over and over. “Alright, do not be angry. I will scold him later.”

Whether Yu Yuan understood or not was unclear, but the force of his nuzzling gradually weakened. His whimpers turned into low huffs until only his warm breath remained against Yan Yu’s wrist.

In truth, Yan Yu himself was not very confident. As he groomed the dog, he began to criticize his own impulsiveness. He realized he should not have acted so rashly. When he had asked how Chen Kan wanted to be pursued, Chen Kan had only replied with a string of soulless ellipses.

Perhaps Chen Kan had changed his mind. Perhaps he felt they needed more time to think. Perhaps, after this heart demon episode, Chen Kan no longer wanted to reconcile.

Yan Yu tried to cast aside his emotions and analyze the situation logically. The more he thought, the more plausible it seemed. Before this episode, Chen Kan knew nothing of Fu Guanqi. Afterward, it was only natural for Chen Kan to reconsider whether an ex-boyfriend whose heart was filled with another man’s name was worth his complete devotion. If Chen Kan found it was not worth the effort, he had every right to take back his words. Between them, compatibility had always carried more weight than love.

Yan Yu’s hand paused on the dog’s head. He felt Chen Kan’s reaction was normal. If they backed away now to a safe distance, they could pretend none of this had happened.

Yan Yu stood up, his knees making a faint clicking sound. He picked up Yu Yuan’s bag and hung it back on the balcony hook. One of Mickey Mouse’s ears dangled out; he reached over and gently tucked it back in.

The noise in the kitchen had stopped. After a moment, Chen Kan appeared at the balcony door holding Yu Yuan’s stainless steel bowl, filled with fresh dog food, a large chicken leg, greens, and carrots. “Time to eat,” he said to the dog. His voice was low, but his gaze was fixed on Yan Yu’s profile.

Yan Yu responded with a nod, avoiding Chen Kan’s eyes as he stepped aside. Yu Yuan looked between the two of them, then slowly walked over and began to eat. Thus, the two adults stood awkwardly half a meter apart with their arms crossed, watching the King of Mohe eat his dinner.

Finally, Chen Kan spoke first. “Did you eat before you came back?”

Chen Kan admitted to himself that he was just making small talk, knowing Yan Yu could not have eaten in such a short time. When Yan Yu did not immediately answer, Chen Kan tucked his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat. “The kittens have eaten. If you have not, would you like to eat with me?”

Yan Yu had felt the air on the balcony becoming suffocatingly thin and was about to leave. Hearing this, he swallowed his intended reply. “Yes,” Yan Yu nodded. He followed Chen Kan to the dining area. “What did you make?”

“Just some instant noodles.”

“Instant noodles are fine.” Yan Yu did not want to be picky; he reached for the chopsticks to show his support.

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that Chen Kan had already set the table. Two portions of noodles were served in shallow white porcelain bowls. The noodles were neatly arranged in the broth. The broth was a clear, pale gold with tiny droplets of oil shimmering on the surface.

Most striking were the prawns. Two large Australian lobsters had been carefully deshelled, leaving only the full tails and a pair of large claws resting on the rim of the bowls. The meat was plump and firm. Crab sticks had been sliced into thin, even fans and spread over the noodles like a deliberate garnish. Finely minced green onions were gathered in a small pile at the center. The chopsticks rested perfectly parallel on their holders. Dark wooden trays sat beneath the bowls.

It was clear he had put a lot of effort into this. Everything was something Yan Yu loved. Yan Yu’s face remained expressionless, though his eyelashes flickered slightly before he pulled out a chair and sat down. When he reached for the chopsticks, his fingers brushed the warm ceramic. He retracted his hand slightly, stood up to get red wine and glasses, and sat back down. By then, his unease had vanished, replaced by a fluid sequence of opening, breathing, and pouring the wine.

Chen Kan sat opposite him, looking at his phone, only putting it down when Yan Yu returned. Yan Yu was not one to suppress his thoughts; he asked directly: “Did you see the message I sent you?”

The warm yellow light glinted off the edge of the porcelain bowls. Chen Kan’s hand paused mid-air. After several seconds, he gave a hurried affirmative sound. In truth, Chen Kan had been thinking about those two sentences. He simply had not had the chance to reply at first, and later, he did not know how.

“Why did you not reply if you saw it?”

Yan Yu’s features were too exquisite; when he looked over coldly, he possessed an indescribable air of detachment. Chen Kan looked at that face and felt his throat tighten. However, his own expression remained cool as he cleared his throat and shifted the blame to the dog.

“Yu Yuan was throwing a tantrum at the time.”

If Yu Yuan, currently enjoying his dinner on the balcony, had heard that, he likely would have protested. Fortunately, he was focused on his meal. The two adults were the only ones without an appetite.

Seconds later, Yan Yu slowly lowered his chopsticks and picked up a soup spoon. He took a small sip and asked without looking up, “So, what are you thinking now?”

Chen Kan did not expect Yan Yu to be so direct and aggressive in his pursuit. He looked at Yan Yu. His eyes were calm, but something was moving slowly in their depths.

“Whatever you want,” Chen Kan said.

“Oh.” Yan Yu let out a cold laugh. He picked up a piece of prawn and said tonelessly, “If it is just whatever, then forget it.”

Chen Kan’s grip tightened on his chopsticks. He lowered his head to eat his noodles in silence. Minutes passed as they ate without another word. Eventually, Chen Kan’s knee shifted forward and brushed against Yan Yu’s leg. The warm contact registered through the fabric. Both of them froze. Yan Yu did not move, and Chen Kan did not pull away. After staring at each other for a moment, Chen Kan suddenly spoke.

“Yu Yuan needs his medicine at ten o’clock.”

His voice was steadier than he expected, but the underlying meaning was clear. Yan Yu glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled faintly. “You do not take that long, do you? It is only seven o’clock.”

The bathroom door was left open. Yan Yu stood at the sink and turned on the faucet, placing his hands under the stream. Chen Kan walked in and closed the door. The sound was soft but distinct in the small space.

The water continued to run. Yan Yu watched Chen Kan in the mirror. Chen Kan stood behind him, close, but not touching. Their eyes met in the reflection for a moment before they both looked away.

They were occupied for a time. The heavy air seemed to stretch time until Chen Kan spoke. “It feels like it has been two days since I helped you. Are you not feeling engorged?”

This was the first time they had spoken of this while both were fully conscious. Yan Yu felt the sensation and remained composed, though the tips of his ears turned red. He turned off the water and dried his hands with a paper towel. As he tossed the towel into the bin, Chen Kan’s hand pressed against his waist. It was a light touch, but the heat of his palm radiated through the clothes.

“A little.”

“Do you want to now?”

“Yes,” Yan Yu turned around. They stood face to face, so close their breaths mingled. “Let us do it. Be quick.”

Chen Kan looked down at him with a deep gaze. They seemed to have returned to the early days of their relationship; even during their first time in bed, they had been incredibly awkward. Yet, their subsequent actions were familiar to both.

Yan Yu reached up, his fingertips touching the collar of his white shirt, and slowly undid the first button. Chen Kan let him continue. The second button, then the third. Yan Yu’s hands were steady, his gaze lowered. When he reached the fourth button, Chen Kan grasped his wrist.

They shared a look for a few seconds before Chen Kan leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was slow and deep, but Chen Kan’s hands moved quickly. Before the kiss ended, Yan Yu’s clothes had fallen to the floor silently.

The mirror reflected them both. Chen Kan lowered his head, his warm breath fanning across Yan Yu’s chest. Yan Yu’s fingers rested on Chen Kan’s shoulders, his knuckles slightly curled. As Chen Kan’s lips met his skin, Yan Yu closed his eyes.

Chen Kan’s movements were practiced. He used varying pressure, alternating between light and heavy, until Yan Yu’s breathing became ragged and his throat bobbed. However, nothing happened. Chen Kan tried a few more times, his tongue swirling against Yan Yu, leaving the skin flushed. Still, there was nothing. Yan Yu opened his eyes and looked at the reflection of Chen Kan’s head buried against his chest.

“Forget it,” he said.

Chen Kan stopped and looked up. They met each other’s eyes in the mirror.

“Perhaps I simply have not thought about it much these past two days,” Yan Yu added flatly.

Chen Kan’s lips were wet. He said nothing but straightened up, one arm still around Yan Yu’s waist. His other hand reached down, using some of the moisture left behind to reach toward Yan Yu’s backside. Yan Yu’s body stiffened.

“It seems,” Chen Kan murmured, “that you only produce fluid easily when you are in your heart demon state.”

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