The Fake Young Master Got the Disabled Tycoon Pregnant. - Chapter 1

Jiang Ning had always believed the only way he could become poor was if his family went bankrupt.

He never considered there was a second possibility.

His family hadn’t gone bankrupt, but he had been kicked out of the house.

He stared at the DNA test results.

The bold letters—NOT BIOLOGICAL—shattered the very spine that had allowed Jiang Ning to act with impunity for years, relying on his family’s wealth.

What kind of drama is this?

Jiang Ning crumpled the paper and went to bang on the door, only to have his suitcase thrown out, striking him hard on the shoulder.

His father, who was over sixty, stood at the doorway, supported by his twenty-year-old stepmother.

“Get out! I don’t have a son like you!”

“How much of my money have you wasted over the years?! You’ll pay back every cent of child support!”

“I’m sorry, but these bank cards have all been frozen. You can either pay with cash or have your parents come in—”

“Hahaha, Jiang Ning? Just a stray dog kicked out of his home.”

“I didn’t dare touch him before, but now I’ll screw him over.”

The jumbled voices overlapped as Jiang Ning awoke from the chaotic dream, his clothes already soaked with cold sweat.

He pulled the appraisal report from under his pillow.

The blood-red characters had faded slightly with time.

Has it already been half a year?

He’d heard that in the past six months, his former stepmother had given birth to a baby boy. The child’s birthday happened to fall on the same day as his former father’s sixty-second birthday.

For as long as he could remember, he’d had countless stepmothers.

He never expected the old man, who already had one foot in the grave, to still pull off such a miracle.

At the thought, Jiang Ning felt a wave of disgust. He shoved the report back under his pillow, awkwardly climbed down from the iron bunk bed, and washed up in the cramped, old dormitory.

By the time he reached the classroom, the bell had already rung.

Jiang Ning slipped in through the back door.

Before he could reach an empty seat, a sharp shout rang out: “Jiang Ning! Stand right there! Do you have any idea that class has already started?!”

Jiang Ning froze in his tracks, his expression one of utter indifference. “Teacher, since class has already started, you shouldn’t waste your time on me. Every minute you spend on me is a minute wasted for the other fifty-two students in this class.”

“Hahaha…”

The classroom erupted in laughter.

The teacher slammed his hand down on the podium in fury. “What’s so funny? Who’s laughing? If you want to laugh, come up here and do it on the podium!”

The classroom fell silent.

The teacher glared at the instigator. “Jiang Ning! You dare talk back to me? Do you still think you’re at your international school? Do you think you’re still that young master who can throw money around and do whatever he pleases?”

At certain words, Jiang Ning’s previously indifferent expression darkened. “Teacher, I admit I’m late. That’s my fault. May I go stand outside now?”

He was more physically developed than most boys his age, broad-shouldered, long-legged, with a sharp brow and a straight, prominent nose. His brooding expression was genuinely intimidating.

The teacher flinched inwardly and waved him away. “Just get out! You’re beyond help!”

As Jiang Ning walked out of the classroom, the teacher raised his voice, his words pointedly aimed at the students. “Get your heads in the game and focus on the problems! Don’t be like someone who doesn’t take his studies seriously. After high school, not even a construction site will hire you to haul bricks!”

Jiang Ning leaned against the wall outside the classroom. The winter wind was biting, and he was only wearing his loose-fitting school uniform.

He pulled the collar up to cover half his face and pulled out the phone he’d been carrying in his pocket.

[ 6,654 users liked your answer / 125 users commented on your answer ]

LMAO, “Just landed in Country M.” Who can’t make up a story like that?

Saw the OP’s other answers. Couldn’t stop laughing at the “one of ten limited-edition supercars worldwide” part.

 If you’re really that rich, why don’t you post some proof?

Jiang Ning frowned, remembering the app was called Mouhu.

He’d gone through a phase of enjoying answering questions on it—showing off, you know—but eventually, he’d grown bored and stopped using it.

He never expected one of his old answers to suddenly go viral, with a swarm of people demanding proof.

Jiang Ning sneered.

Back then, he hadn’t even packed his bags to get the hell out of the Jiang family’s house yet. If they wanted evidence, he had plenty.

As he spoke, he opened his photo album, but it was completely empty.

Jiang Ning froze for two seconds before remembering that he’d smashed his phone in a fit of bad mood recently. The screen had leaked, and since the repair cost was too high, he’d just bought this cheap second-hand replacement.

The new phone had a different operating system, so naturally, all his records were gone.

He’d wanted to distance himself from the past seventeen years anyway, so he hadn’t bothered trying to recover them.

Just as Jiang Ning was about to turn off the phone, the device—already struggling with low storage, stuttered.

Tsk.

Before his patience ran out, the screen suddenly flickered back to life.

The original app had transformed into a pink-themed one, and a line of large text popped up:

[ You like bragging online, don’t you? ]****

Damn it.

Who’s bragging?

[ Don’t be afraid to admit it. We will help you fulfill those virtual desires. Yes/No? ]****

Jiang Ning couldn’t remember exactly which questions he’d answered on Mouhu, but they were mostly posts showing off his wealth.

If they could actually help him realize those things again…

Would everything I lost come back?

Jiang Ning’s fingers grew cold with tension.

Truth be told, the past six months had been brutal. He couldn’t stand the dilapidated classroom, the rock-hard wooden bunk, or the slop they called food. He loathed every single detail, yet he had no choice but to endure it.

He tapped “Yes.”

A long moment passed, but the screen remained unchanged.

Is this piece-of-shit phone lagging again?

Jiang Ning lit up the screen and turned it off, repeating the process several times before finally snapping back to reality.

He sneered at himself inwardly.

I must be insane to pin my hopes on some pirated software from God knows where.

He opened Mouhu and scrolled through his past answers.

Assets worth hundreds of millions. Mansions worth tens of millions. Rare, limited-edition supercars.

Once, he had owned it all. Now, it all felt like a passing cloud.

Jiang Ning’s gaze settled on his most recent answer.

[What does it feel like to get someone pregnant?]

What the fuck?

When did I ever answer something like this?

Jiang Ning clicked on his own response.

[The water must be kept at exactly 40 degrees. The fruit must be imported. Three private doctors on call 24/7 starting from the second month of pregnancy. A monthly allowance of two million. And the most important part: you can’t let her see that damn ex-husband’s son.]

He remembered now.

This was the stepmother who had been sarcastically mocking him back then.

It might be immoral, but it felt damn good.

Jiang Ning shoved the burning-hot phone back into his pocket and leaned his head against the hard wall.

He stared blankly at the clouds in the sky.

Just as his legs were going numb from standing too long, the bell finally rang.

He waited until the classroom emptied before returning to his seat.

Someone had pulled his textbook out of the desk cubby and scribbled all over the open pages.

“Bastard”

“Dog”

“Trash”

It looked like he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep today.

Jiang Ning ripped those pages out with a sharp tear and strode toward the desk in front of him.

Two boys were chatting, and one of them was suddenly slammed face-first onto the tabletop by an invisible force.

Bang!

The impact was violent.

Jiang Ning stared at him coldly, grabbed a handful of his hair, and yanked his head up. He shoved the torn pages in front of the boy’s face. “Enjoying writing in my book, huh?”

The boy’s scalp stung from the pull, his face pale with terror. But as he saw the words on the paper, a flicker of confidence returned to his eyes.

“Jiang Ning, you dare touch me? Believe it or not, I’ll have you kicked out of school.”

“Go ahead. I’d actually thank you for that.” Jiang Ning crumpled the paper into a ball and shoved it into the boy’s mouth. “I don’t want to spend another day in this school anyway.”

“Mmmph!!!”

The boy’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected Jiang Ning to be so bold after losing his protection.

The smell of ink combined with the force of the stuffing made him gag. Just as he was about to vomit, Jiang Ning leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Go ahead, try spitting it out.”

Terrified, the boy swallowed the paper whole.

Jiang Ning smiled with satisfaction. To the watching classmates, that smile was indistinguishable from a demon’s. “Who’s the bastard? Hmm?”

“I… I am…”

“Good boy. If you dare provoke me again, it won’t be this simple—”

“Jiang Ning, let him go!”

The homeroom teacher, who had just arrived after hearing the commotion, shouted and interrupted Jiang Ning. He roared, “Both of you, get to my office. Now!”

Jiang Ning clicked his tongue.

He hated trouble.

But in the past six months, he’d encountered more trouble than he’d faced in his entire life.

If it were a stone, a single kick would send it bouncing away.

But life was like a swamp. The harder he kicked, the deeper he sank.

Standing in the office, Jiang Ning couldn’t bear to listen to the boy’s whimpering for another second.

“I don’t know why he just charged at me and started hitting me… My head is spinning…”

Jiang Ning shot him a glare.

The sobbing stopped instantly. The boy shrank behind the teacher, trembling. “Teacher, I want to go home. Can my mom come pick me up?”

Coward.

Hitting him felt like getting his own hands dirty.

“Don’t be afraid,” the homeroom teacher said to the boy. “Zhang Shijie, I’ve already notified your parents. They’re on their way.”

The teacher’s gaze shifted to Jiang Ning, his tone turning stern. “Can’t you go one day without causing trouble? Late to class, bullying classmates after school… Now what’s the story this time? Speak!”

Jiang Ning remained silent.

“Not talking, huh? Fine. I’ll call your parents and have a good long chat about your education.”

The homeroom teacher flipped open the contact list to the emergency home phone number.

Jiang Ning, who had been silent until now, clenched his fists at his sides. His expression was icy as he said, “He wrote insults in my book.”

“I didn’t! Don’t lie!” Zhang Shijie shouted. “Teacher, he’s a pathological liar! You can’t believe a word he says!”

“Enough, stop interrupting,” the homeroom teacher said, holding out his hand. “The book. Give it to me. I want to see what he wrote.”

“I don’t have it.”

“What do you mean, you don’t have it?”

“It’s already in his stomach.” Jiang Ning’s gaze moved from Zhang Shijie’s face to his abdomen. “If you really want to see it”

A chill ran down Zhang Shijie’s spine. He felt as if he were about to be disemboweled right then and there under Jiang Ning’s gaze.

“Teacher! Where’s my son?!”

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Shijie instantly found his courage. He rushed to the young woman who had just entered the office. “Mom, my head hurts so much!”

When the woman saw Jiang Ning standing alone in the office, her arrogance flared. “Is this him? Teacher, we should expel a student who beats up others immediately! Don’t let him ruin the school’s reputation! A wild brat with no parents to discipline him—who knows what he’ll do next? Maybe he’ll do more than just hit someone—”

“Have you said enough?” Jiang Ning raised his cold eyes and sneered. “I can hit him, and I can hit you right after.”

“You—!”

“Alright, that’s enough!” the homeroom teacher shouted. He turned to Jiang Ning. “You claim he insulted you, but you have no proof. On the other hand, everyone in this class saw you hit him. Therefore, this matter falls entirely on your shoulders.”

Hearing this, the mother and son exchanged satisfied glances.

“Write me a three-thousand-word self-criticism and place it on my desk tomorrow. Then we can put this matter behind us.”

Zhang Shijie was stunned. “Teacher! That’s too light!”

If this were reported to the grade leader, Jiang Ning would be facing a school-wide announcement and a formal disciplinary record at the very least.

Seeing her son’s reaction, Mother Zhang quickly chimed in. “Yes, Teacher. If you handle it like this, we could file a complaint with the Education Bureau”

The homeroom teacher frowned.

Although Jiang Ning’s discipline had been poor since he transferred, he hadn’t committed any truly serious infractions. It was Zhang Shijie, on the other hand, who was relentlessly pushing the issue.

But if this escalated to the Education Bureau, his bonuses for this period would probably be…

“Report it,” Jiang Ning said. “Good. I don’t want to write any self-criticism letters anyway.”

He never wanted anyone else to take the fall for him.

When Jiang Ning threw the punch, he had already prepared himself for the consequences. Even if he were expelled from school, he wouldn’t regret it. With his abysmal grades, there was no chance he’d get into university anyway.

Better to get out two years early.

He could haul bricks at a construction site or do anything else. He could no longer survive in this suffocating, drowning environment.

Knock, knock.

A knock on the office door interrupted Jiang Ning’s spiraling thoughts.

A clear, crisp voice rang out:

“Excuse me, is there a Jiang Ning here?”

Jiang Ning turned his head.

He saw a handsome man in an expensive, handmade suit sitting in a wheelchair, his injured legs covered by a soft wool blanket.

Behind him stood two assistants and a secretary.

Everyone else in the room was stunned by this grand entrance.

What was going on?

Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes.

He had seen this man before.

At a banquet long ago, he had glimpsed him from afar, seated in a wheelchair just as he was today. Yet, no one dared to look down on him. Instead, everyone regarded him with envy and reverence. Even the Jiang family had strained every nerve to get close, desperate for even the slightest chance to collaborate.

How could such a man be here, in the office of their rundown school?

Lu Zhihan looked at him. As their eyes met, he heard a clear voice, as if calling from a great distance.

“Jiang Ning, I’m here to take you home.”

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