The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 6

[“More kissing, more doing—you kiss me a few times, I’ll do you a few times.”]

[“More kissing, more doing—you kiss me a few times, I’ll do you a few times.”]

[“More kissing, more doing—you kiss me a few times, I’ll do you a few times.”]

[I know clearly that this is self-torture. But my thumb feels like it doesn’t belong to me, clicking on this voice message from that scumbag to Teng Pian over and over again, out of control.]

[The tone he once used only for me is now like a poisoned needle, piercing into my heart in dense clusters. Every time I hear it, my heart dies an inch further. Until my ears buzz, my vision blurs, and my gaze becomes as vacant as a tattered ragdoll.]

[And at this very moment when my entire world is falling apart, from the room next door in this godforsaken couple’s hotel, there comes the sound of sickening moans and the creaking of bed slats, providing the soundtrack to my pathetic breakdown.]

[Finally, I can no longer hold on. I curl up, clutching my cold knees tightly, burying my face deep within.]

[Tears surge out silently, scalding my skin, yet they cannot warm a heart that has already turned stone-cold.]

Chen Kan grew increasingly irritated as he listened. He expressionlessly removed his headphones, paused the audiobook Wealth is Finally Free, but the Money All Ran Away, and dialed Yan Yu’s mobile for the ninth time.

The call went unanswered.

When he had settled the bill and stepped out just now, Yan Yu had already ditched him and left.

This was a situation Chen Kan had truly never encountered.

Even though he had dated Yan Yu for six months, there had never been any behavior that crossed the line between them, nor was there such a scorching, intense passion of love and hate.

Their boundaries were distinct; their limits were difficult to cross.

Before, the concept of “one person coaxing the other” never existed. Even if there were disputes or unpleasantness, no overt conflict ever broke out.

They always seemed to have a perfect unspoken understanding.

After all, both were of the rational and calm variety; they knew how to weigh pros and cons.

Even during a cold war after an argument, they each held an internal scale to measure whether the relationship was worth further mental effort. As long as the balance didn’t tip too far, they could share an unspoken kiss after the cold war. As the kissing continued, it was only natural to roll into bed.

Usually at those times, Chen Kan would do Yan Yu with exceptional ferocity, and Yan Yu would be more uninhibited than usual.

But aside from that, everything remained the same as always.

Physical impulses could always smooth things over, and two bodies desiring each other could triumph over explanations and words.

The problem now, however, was that the old tricks wouldn’t work.

Chen Kan had no way of knowing if the current, Inner-Demon-ensnared Yan Yu was hiding in a corner of some hotel crying.

Meanwhile.

Couple’s Hotel Room 828, Anshan 3rd Road.

Yan Yu followed his intuition to this couple’s hotel. He followed his intuition and raised his hand, because intuition told him that at this moment, he should raise his hand to wipe away tears as if there should be tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

So, he raised his hand.

He couldn’t wipe anything away.

He closed his eyes.

He couldn’t squeeze anything out.

He opened his eyes.

He couldn’t cry.

A partner of ten years cheating and betraying him; after his father’s death, hundreds of millions in family assets transferred to his name only to be completely drained by his lover; and lately, even his body behaving strangely, it all seemed quite worth crying over. Yet somehow, pulled by a restrained instinct, Yan Yu didn’t fall into excessive emotionalism and couldn’t conjure much desire to weep.

Identify the problem, solve the problem.

Life has been this way since time immemorial.

Yan Yu rolled up his sleeve. That crimson bloodline had quietly crawled past his elbow, its tip slightly hot, like a restless living creature squirming under his skin.

Yan Yu opened his memos. While observing, he recorded:

[November 17]

[The bloodline originated 3cm from the ulnar side of the wrist crease, traveling through the subcutaneous tissue of the medial forearm, passing the medial epicondyle of the humerus. Yesterday it crossed the forearm and elbow joint, but today’s observation shows the front end has already spread to the upper arm, crossing the middle segment of the biceps brachii. The growth rate has significantly accelerated.]

[The path is nearly parallel to the basilic vein but maintains a constant distance of about 3mm, without any direct entanglement or anastomosis with major blood vessels. This rules out typical features of vascular malformation or arteriovenous fistula.]

[Palpation reveals no tremors or pulsations; it is unrelated to my heart rhythm. This indicates it is not a high-pressure blood shunt. However…]

[Its ‘squirming’ is independent and inward. I can feel that this movement does not originate from blood flow or pulsation, but is a directional ‘crawling’ or ‘growth’ of the ‘line’ itself.]

[Conclusion: It utilizes my subcutaneous tissue as a medium and path, but it exists independently of my circulatory system. It is highly likely not a pathological blood vessel, but an.]

[Extraneous object parasitic upon my anatomical structure.]

Yan Yu’s writing was somewhat intermittent. He deleted and revised some of the text, finally finalizing today’s “Bloodline Observation Diary.” His heart settled slightly, but not by much.

Recalling what that “Manager Zhang” had said about Yin-Yang harmony and intimate contact even though Yan Yu had clearly realized those were just lies Chen Kan concocted with an outsider his internal speculations about the bloodline shifted another half-step toward cultivation metaphysics.

Then again, the materialism he had believed in since childhood pulled his thinking back, attempting to use absolute rationality and science to explain the irrationality happening to his body as much as possible.

But what Yan Yu truly couldn’t figure out was this: if Chen Kan specifically found a Daoist to pose as a bank manager and carefully forged several fake documents to set this trap to dispel his doubts, why didn’t that “Tony Zhang” quit while he was ahead when Yan Yu trusted him most? Instead, why did he overdo it by insisting on taking his pulse for a consultation?

And finally, making that kind of suggestion.

Did he not know that being “extremely unprofessional” would only increase his suspicion?

Forget it.

Yan Yu closed the memos, no longer wanting to find any excuses for Chen Kan.

Since Chen Kan had brought a fake manager to meet him, the fact of the deception was undeniable.

Yan Yu instinctively touched the corner of his eye again, using the back of his hand to wipe away a tear that didn’t exist.

The auditory hallucinations that popped up in his mind from time to time persisted—something about “spiritual pressure being too high, needing relief.” Yan Yu truly didn’t understand this stuff. He planned to verify his account statements at the bank tomorrow and then visit the psychiatric department of a hospital to solve the hallucination issue.

Fortunately, his schedule was second-line, a day off.

Just as Yan Yu was about to take off his coat and head into the bathroom to wash away his exhaustion, his phone vibrated again like a death warrant.

The name flashing on the screen was indeed “Chen Kan.”

This was already the twentieth call.

Yan Yu stared at the name for a few seconds. His fingertip hovered over the decline button as if weighing something, but he eventually swiped to answer.

“Speak.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by Chen Kan’s lowered voice, carrying a trace of imperceptible hoarseness: “Where are you?”

“None of your business.”

“Yan Yu,” Chen Kan’s voice tightened, his speaking speed increasing slightly: “Your state isn’t right. Tell me your location.”

Yan Yu held the phone a bit further away, then slowly brought it back to his ear. He seemed weary, yet also restrained. He pondered for a moment. Instead of hanging up directly, he spoke in a tone that was almost like a negotiation: “Tell me where all my money actually went, and I’ll tell you where I am.”

Chen Kan let out an extremely helpless sigh.

“I have the detailed account statements printed here. I’ll show you everything once we meet. Otherwise, you won’t believe me even if I tell you without proof.” At this point, Chen Kan’s voice couldn’t help but soften. “Let me come over first, alright?”

“Hmph, still feeding me empty promises?”

Yan Yu let out a cold snort from his nose, leaning back into the soft pillows of the hotel bed. “Then tell me three things I don’t know that you’ve lied to me about first. I’ll consider it.”

Chen Kan was silent for a while before he began to speak: “Just now, that Tony Zhang wasn’t a bank relationship manager. He’s a Daoist doctor friend of mine. I saw that you’ve been in low spirits lately and wanted him to check on you.”

Seeing that Chen Kan was actually starting to confess, the corner of Yan Yu’s mouth curled into a smile devoid of mirth. He mocked slightly: “Next time you try to scam someone, find someone more reliable. He looks like the kind of fraud who claims he could take down the US in two minutes. Where do you even find these people?”

“Alright,” Chen Kan responded instinctively, then said coldly: “That was it. I won’t lie to you again.”

“Tell me the second thing.”

Chen Kan’s voice was dry. It took a long time before he seemed to make up his mind: “There’s only one other thing.”

“Oh?”

“When we were in a cold war back then, you bought a pur… purple vibrating wand. It went missing before you could even use it, and I said I hadn’t seen it.”

Yan Yu: “?”

Chen Kan: “Actually, I wrapped it in bandages and gave it to the dog as a teething toy.”

Yan Yu’s brow moved slightly; his expression froze.

Chen Kan’s breathing grew heavier. His tone was very indifferent and upright, carrying a hint of grievance that was completely unnoticeable: “Those are the only two things I’ve lied to you about. There is no third.”

The words fell.

One second.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

The air between the calls seemed to be frozen solid, until Yan Yu said coldly:

“No sincerity. Negotiation over.”

The call ended abruptly.

Yan Yu tossed his phone onto the bed and surveyed the room with an expressionless gaze. The space was thick with cheap incense and suggestive, dim lighting. He had intended to find a quiet corner to clear his head, but the noise from next door had been relentless from the moment he arrived.

 

“Hubby~ Why did you bring me to a place like this?” a cloying male voice warbled with a simulated shudder. “…What if your wife finds out?”

 

“Don’t worry, I used my buddy’s ID. Where’s she going to check?”

 

“Wow, was it also your four ‘buddies’ when you asked my bestie out last time?”

 

“Exactly.”

 

“Then those ‘buddies’ of yours… are they coming this time? I want to serve everyone together~”

 

“Heh, you little vixen, do you want them to come or not?”

 

“Come on~ The more the merrier! That way I can earn four extra shares.”

 

“But they prefer women.”

 

“Oh, stop it. Just don’t tell them it’s a man first, okay?”

 

Thud!

 

With a dull bang, Yan Yu reached his limit and kicked the wall, which had the soundproofing of wet cardboard.

 

The world finally fell silent for a moment.

 

Yan Yu rubbed his brow irritably and stepped into the bathroom for a cold shower, trying to suppress the nameless fire in his heart. However, within fifteen minutes, the face-reddening whimpers accompanied by the creaking of bed slats resumed, worse than before.

 

After showering, Yan Yu walked out drying his hair, his eyes cold. He was no longer in the mood to be patient, even if he had initially thought it was just a regular couple.

 

He thought for a moment, then pulled the door open just a crack. He stood where the light could hit him and plugged in the hairdryer. The loud hum of the motor filled the air, the warm wind ruffling his damp bangs.

 

Sure enough, it didn’t take long.

 

The hallway outside his half-open door became a “john spawn point.”

 

The first man to wander over clearly saw the room number was 828 and not the one next door, but his feet seemed to take root. His eyes went glassy, pinned to the gap in the door.

 

The warm yellow hallway light slanted in, outlining Yan Yu’s lean frame. He was wrapped in a loose white bathrobe, the belt tied haphazardly and the collar slightly open, revealing an elegant collarbone. His black hair was swept back damply, with a few rebellious strands clinging to his forehead and neck. The hem of the robe barely covered his thighs, revealing long, straight legs with cold, pale skin and faint pink knees. His bare feet arched delicately against the dark carpet.

 

The man, who looked like an intellectual, subconsciously swallowed.

 

Yan Yu didn’t even look up as he switched off the noisy hairdryer. His voice was devoid of emotion. “Haven’t seen enough?”

 

The man snapped out of it, muttering, “Wasn’t it supposed to be a girl? Tsk, why is it a guy?”

 

“Coming in or not?” Yan Yu’s voice was as flat as a lake.

 

“I… I’m already here, aren’t I!” The man gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze inside, reaching to close the door behind him.

 

“Leave it open,” Yan Yu stopped him, his tone indifferent. “Your ‘buddy’ went to buy cigarettes. Aren’t you afraid of a badger game?”

 

The man froze, thinking that made sense.

 

“Want to play something exciting?” Yan Yu asked suddenly, his chilly gaze sweeping over him with a condescending scrutiny.

 

“Play what?”

 

“The kind where you follow my orders.”

 

The man’s eyes lit up. “Deal!”

 

“Now, hands behind your head, squat in the corner behind the door. Don’t block the way.” Yan Yu’s voice held no warmth.

 

The man thought it was strange, but thanks to his “entrepreneurial” understanding of what might be a “placement play,” he did as he was told. “How long do I have to stay here?”

 

“Until the others arrive,” Yan Yu turned back to continue drying his hair, ignoring him. “Ask fewer questions. Why do you talk so much?”

 

“Oh.”

 

In his life, Yan Yu loathed this type of person who couldn’t control their lower half.

 

Since they were all within the same “system,” he had already sent his location to the Vice Squad before opening the door.

 

Before long, a string of men were squatting in the corner behind Yan Yu’s door, a college student in eccentric clothes, a delivery driver who had just finished a drop-off, a salesman in a suit, and this refined-looking intellectual. The four of them stared at each other in a bizarre, awkward silence.

 

“Is there anyone else?” the first one to arrive asked, his legs cramping. He wanted to stand up.

 

Yan Yu remembered there were four of them, but he was waiting for the police.

 

“One more. He’ll be here soon. I’ll check on him.”

 

As Yan Yu reached for his phone, wondering if he should lock the door and go out to hurry things along, a polite knock sounded. It was accompanied by a deep, familiar voice that was cold and carried a hint of imperceptible tension:

 

“Yan Yu? Are you in there? Yan Yu.”

 

How did Chen Kan get here?

 

Yan Yu’s eyes sharpened, and his fingers tightened around the hairdryer.

 

How did he find me?

 

Outside, Chen Kan’s voice slowed down, though it couldn’t hide his signature sternness. “Yan Yu, I know you’re in there.”

 

The four men squatting by the door immediately exchanged “this is going to be good” looks.

 

One of them moved as if to pull the door open for a better look, but Yan Yu’s sharp gaze pinned him down like a warning. Yan Yu stepped forward himself, grabbed the handle, and slammed the door shut.

 

He swept a gaze over the four squatting men and hissed a warning:

 

“Quiet. That’s my husband.”

 

!?

 

The row of men on the floor some shocked, some eager for gossip, some immediately standing up to peek through the peephole seemed to have forgotten their own predicament in their excitement.

 

Just then, long slips of paper began to slide through the gap at the bottom of the door. They kept coming bank statements and transaction records. The man outside spoke with a professional, stiff tone:

 

“I just went to print these. These are the account records for the last three months. If you doubt their authenticity, I’ll accompany you to the bank tomorrow to verify them on the spot, or we can find a notary.”

 

The delivery guy at the peephole was quick; he squatted down to pick up the growing trail of paper. The others crowded around, four heads squeezed together like they were reading a juicy PDF, suppressed laughter shaking their shoulders as they passed the pages around. The beauty leaning against the door didn’t even bother to look, arms crossed, staring at the statements with an expressionless face.

 

The voice outside continued, truly sounding like a husband giving a report to his wife: “If you still don’t believe me, you can apply to pull the historical records of all accounts under my name involved in the case to track the fund transfer paths. Large fund movements always leave a trail; I will cooperate at any time.”

 

As soon as they finished passing around one bank statement, the door gap began to “vomit” another list of communication records. The four “spectators” covered their mouths; one’s shoulders were shaking violently with suppressed laughter, while another felt a sudden sense of crisis and tried to stand up.

 

Yan Yu’s brain worked at high speed, but his face remained unchanged as he hugged his arms and spoke to the door: “Who knows if you and that mistress bought cryptocurrency? Fine, now get lost.”

 

Silence fell outside for a moment. “If you suspect I’ve converted assets into Bitcoin or other encrypted currencies though they are harder to track, the blockchain is public. Professional agencies can perform on-chain analysis. You can check that, too.”

 

Hearing this, one of the squatting johns couldn’t help but whisper, “Man, what the hell does your husband do for a living?”

 

Another nodded in agreement. “Seriously. Talking about blockchain and Bitcoin at a time like this? Why are you still out here doing this kind of business?”

 

Before the words had fully landed.

 

Chen Kan’s voice outside dropped an octave, the softness vanishing instantly. It was replaced by his professional, icy alertness:

 

“Yan Yu, is there someone else in your room?”

 

The next second, Yan Yu pulled the door open.