The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 9

“No one else?”

“No, no one else.”

“What about a dog? Did you get a pet?”

“…Just our Alaskan Malamute.”

“I’m talking about the BDSM kind.”

Chen Kan’s face flickered with a brief, light awkwardness. He recalled that the scumbag ex in the novel had “Starbucks” (S&M) habits and couldn’t restrain his “S” attributes when with the male lead. “…Uh, definitely not that either.”

Chen Kan maintained a righteous expression and offered a strained explanation. “It’s impossible for me to go looking elsewhere; you already fulfill all my sexual preferences.”

He spoke quite elegantly. In the words of the novel: It took so much effort to get him tuned just right.

Yan Yu frowned, tilting his head slightly as his scrutinizing gaze swept over Chen Kan’s peerless, handsome face. After observing for a while, he seemed to finally give up on the contest, deciding to stop overthinking the issue for now.

“Fine,” Yan Yu said. “Since that’s the case, tomorrow you’re coming with me for a physical. Check for STDs, any objections?”

How could Chen Kan dare to have an objection?

“None,” he said expressionlessly, taking the opportunity to pull Yan Yu into a hug. During the moment Yan Yu tried to struggle, Chen Kan pressed his head into the crook of Yan Yu’s neck, providing a steady stream of spiritual energy. He then followed the opening and asked, “If the tests prove I’m clean, can we kiss?”

He spoke tentatively. After all, Yan Yu needed it. And before the Inner Demon had ensnared him, Yan Yu had invited him to help provide relief through kissing.

At this moment, however, the wary look Yan Yu had just dropped returned with newfound gravity.

In Yan Yu’s current memory, if he had ever wronged Chen Kan by accusing him of cheating  or even just minor daily slights Chen Kan would seize upon his mistake and “handle” him so thoroughly in bed that he couldn’t stand up or find his voice.

Yet now? Chen Kan only asked for a kiss?

…It seemed tomorrow’s physical would also need to screen Chen Kan for kidney deficiency and impotence.

Unaware of Yan Yu’s mental gymnastics, Chen Kan hired a designated driver for Yan Yu’s car, ushered Yan Yu into the passenger seat, and urged him to take a nap on the way back.

It was strange. Yan Yu clearly had a lot on his mind and didn’t fully trust Chen Kan, yet after that one kiss, his mind had miraculously quieted down. The most direct evidence was that the auditory hallucinations that popped up every few minutes hadn’t appeared for quite a while.

Yan Yu leaned against the passenger window and fell into a deep sleep, not even waking up when Chen Kan carried him back to the bedroom.

The next day.

Yan Yu went to work; Chen Kan went for his physical.

Yan Yu originally wanted to go with him, unsure if Chen Kan would pull any tricks if left to his own devices. However, Chen Kan accepted the specific doctor Yan Yu assigned with such composure that Yan Yu didn’t insist on tagging along.

Fang Rong—one of Yan Yu’s few close friends, a pampered young master of the Fang family, and a Deputy Director at the CDC.

Chen Kan, of course, remembered Fang Rong. When Yan Yu first met him, he had used “Fang Rong’s” identity for their blind date. After being found out, Yan Yu tried to run, but Chen Kan used the excuse of “wanting to get a physical from your friend” as a natural reason to keep in contact, gradually becoming close to Yan Yu.

However, during their subsequent six-month relationship, Chen Kan rationally suspected that Fang Rong had spoken a lot of ill of him behind his back, leading to Yan Yu’s firm decision to break up. Although he had no hard evidence, Chen Kan’s intuition told him that this kind of “friend” was the most likely to ruin things.

Thus, on the way to registration, Chen Kan was busy considering the possibility of Fang Rong swapping reports to frame him. Fortunately, logic narrowly defeated emotion.

Chen Kan dutifully completed all the tests according to Yan Yu’s arrangement. Normally, reports take at least two days, but Yan Yu contacted Fang Rong to ensure results were out the same day.

Chen Kan wasn’t allowed to leave. He was called into the Deputy Director’s office by a soft, thin voice and sat on the “cold bench” waiting for the results.

Fang Rong’s office was small but neat, reflecting a vivid personality within a professional framework. Standard dark wood filing cabinets stood against the wall, but the tops were far from “standard”: a row of seven or eight various succulents plump Moonstones, Bear’s Paws stretching their “limbs,” and a bursting pot of Jelly Beans shimmered with healthy luster under the light filtering through the blinds. On a small shelf below, there was a Pop Mart blind box figure—a scientist with a lab coat and test tube looking quite cool.

Chen Kan’s eyes swept to a low, single-seater sofa in the corner covered with a soft, cream-colored knit blanket. A copy of The New Yorker, flipped halfway, lay casually on top. The room smelled faintly of a crisp cedar mixed with a hint of citrus a clean, niche fragrance.

But sitting there, Chen Kan felt like he was sitting on needles. Because the questions Fang Rong was asking were just too bizarre.

“Mr. Chen.”

The delicate young man leaned forward slightly, his fingertips tapping the desk. His gaze was as focused as if analyzing data, his tone professionally calm. “In the past six months, have you experienced persistent difficulty with erections, lack of firmness, or inability to maintain? Signs of what is medically known as ‘erectile dysfunction’? Oh, this is just to assess potential health risks; we need to know some private physiological details. It’s a standard inquiry, please don’t mind.”

It took Chen Kan a moment to process the question. His stern brows knit together in perceived insult, his posture clearly refusing to answer. “I apologize, but I didn’t book an appointment with you. Your questions are indeed crossing a line.”

“Okay then~”

Fang Rong raised his eyebrows and shrugged with a smile. He reached for his phone and tapped around. Suddenly, Chen Kan heard a voice message Yan Yu had left for him. It was barely seven seconds long, but it felt like a thunderclap:

[Yan Yu: “He might really not be cheating, so check for me if he’s become impotent?”]

Chen Kan: …

Fang Rong was a very professional doctor, so he generally didn’t laugh—unless he really couldn’t help it. Seeing Chen Kan’s face darken significantly, Fang Rong suppressed his grin and continued. “Alright~ I know you’re wary of me, but what can I do? Xiao Yu trusts me. I don’t know how you two ended up back together after all these years, but I can’t just stand by and watch my bestie suffer a sexless life, can I?”

After finishing, he winked playfully, watching Chen Kan’s spiritual pressure and blood pressure rise simultaneously. He continued the consultation with a smile: “Next, let’s look at your overall energy levels. Do you frequently feel abnormal fatigue, weakness in the waist and knees, or dizziness and tinnitus? Any frequent nighttime urination or significant memory loss that might link to ‘kidney qi’ deficiency? Hmm? Silence will be taken as a ‘yes’.”

Fang Rong’s hands hovered over the keyboard, waiting to type the case file.

Chen Kan was at a total loss. He sneered, “No. I’m perfectly normal.”

“Oh~” Fang Rong sighed with a touch of regret. “What about your routine and physiological cycles? Are morning erections regular and normal? Has your level of desire changed significantly or suddenly compared to before?”

Chen Kan: “…”

The two stared at each other for a long time. Chen Kan stood up.

Fang Rong wondered if this man was low enough to start a fight. His chest muscles look huge; a punch would definitely hurt. Maybe I should just stop and find a way to convince Xiao Yu not to reconcile with this sexless, violent ‘Starbucks’ guy…

Then, Chen Kan’s icy voice warned: “Just issue your report properly.” He kept his handsome face cold. “As for whether I have a problem, Yan Yu will be able to tell for himself.”

Fang Rong: ?

That evening, just as Yan Yu finished work.

He was bombarded with calls from both Fang Rong and Chen Kan. He hung up on the scumbag man and took his friend’s call first. He listened to Fang Rong whining and acting spoiled on the phone, while dutifully sending the reports to Yan Yu. On the side, Fang Rong added plenty of “flavor,” claiming Chen Kan wouldn’t cooperate with the sexual function tests and was likely “broken.”

Yan Yu felt a touch of pity, man-to-man. He thought that if that were the case, it made sense why Chen Kan hadn’t initiated anything for so long. Treatment was the priority; if it really couldn’t be fixed, he wouldn’t mind being the “Top” in the future.

Just then, Chen Kan, unable to get through via phone, sent a WeChat:

[Chen Kan: Room is booked. The old place.] [Chen Kan: Come as soon as you finish work.]

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