The Unloved Fake Young Master Is Pregnant with the Real Heir's Child - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Big Brother is a Bit Slow but He’s Extremely Handsome

“How can such people exist in this world? How malicious! To let their own son enjoy a life of luxury, they actually swapped someone else’s child. People like that should be arrested and sentenced to life! No, they should just be executed by firing squad! And now they have the audacity to show up and negotiate terms? This is extortion—call the police immediately!”

The voice of his elder sister, Fu Wangshu—usually gentle and refined—was sharp with fury. As a high-society socialite, no one had ever heard her curse like this, but no one could remain calm given the circumstances.

Beside her, a middle-aged woman was sobbing; the heartbreak and guilt in her voice were palpable.

“Those godforsaken animals… to let my son fall into such a state. If he dies, not a single member of that family is staying alive.”

Someone had claimed that the Fu family’s current second young master was not their biological son, and that the real biological son had been kidnapped. The kidnappers were demanding 500 million yuan in ransom.

The black-hearted couple, unable to raise that kind of money, had approached the Fu family, demanding they pay the 500 million to rescue the boy—otherwise, the kidnappers would “tear the ticket” (kill the hostage).

Normally, anyone’s first reaction would be that they were being scammed. However, the head of the family, Fu Kaijiang, had taken his second son, Fu Yunchuan, for a DNA test. The results had sent the entire family into a state of panic and dread.

The DNA report read: Biological relationship between Fu Kaijiang and Fu Yunchuan is excluded. Multiple genetic loci do not match. Paternity excluded.

In a single day, the Fu family’s most beloved second son, Fu Yunchuan, had become a complete stranger.

The moment he received the results, Fu Kaijiang had raised the 500 million without a second word and went personally to ransom his biological son.

Now, the entire Fu clan was gathered, waiting for news, unsure if the rescue would be a success.

The mother, Jiang Wanyue, was crying her heart out, half the tissue box already empty. Fu Wangshu’s eyes were also rimmed with red.

Lu Yunchuan felt a throbbing pain in his head; it was agonizing. He kept his eyes closed in a daze, but he could hear everything around him.

He was slumped in a sofa in the second living room on the ground floor of the Fu villa, clutching a pillow. His long, shapely legs were propped up on the coffee table. He was still wearing the uniform of an elite private high school.

Likely because he had just been crying, the area around his eyes was red. But since he was in shock and had been caught in the rain, no one cared about his condition. A high fever had blurred his consciousness; he couldn’t even tell if this was a dream or reality.

He didn’t know how long he had been dead, or when his spirit would finally dissipate from the world of the living.

His life had been a joke. For the first eighteen years, everything was smooth sailing. He was pampered and loved—a notorious, arrogant “trust fund kid” of the Beijing elite, the favorite son of the top-tier Fu family.

But all that beauty was shattered by the arrival of the true young master, Fu Lingchuan. He shared no blood with Fu Kaijiang. He was not a Fu.

The parents who had been doting on him with hope just the day before did a complete 180-degree turn once the DNA results came back. Their attitude shifted instantly.

The sister who always spoiled him began to look at him with strange, cold eyes. His youngest brother, who used to fear him, whispered to their mother, asking when they would kick him out.

Lu Yunchuan wasn’t the type to overstay his welcome. Since he had usurped the real son’s life, it was only right to give it all back. He genuinely hoped the rescue of the real son would be successful.

Three days later, the real young master was rescued by his biological father. Everyone began to revolve around him, and Lu Yunchuan became a ghost in the house. He endured it; after all, Fu Lingchuan had suffered eighteen years in his place. It was only right for the family to treat him well.

But as the Fu family embraced Fu Lingchuan, they found everything about Lu Yunchuan eyesores. The family that once couldn’t bear to scold him began to treat him like a thorn in their side.

Two weeks after the return, on his eighteenth birthday, the family suddenly turned on him with vicious words. The home he had lived in for eighteen years was no longer warm.

His parents said: “Lingchuan suffered so much for you. You should give back everything that belongs to him. Your room has a great location; vacate it for Lingchuan and move into the guest room for now.”

His sister said: “You occupied my biological brother’s place. Now that the truth is out, you should return to your birth parents. Our family will spend the rest of our lives compensating Lingchuan for what he went through.”

His younger brother, just starting high school, looked at him with disgust: “I never liked you anyway. Turns out you really aren’t my brother. You don’t deserve the name Fu. Get lost already!”

The real young master, Fu Lingchuan, looked at him with pitiful eyes, playing the role of the sensible martyr: “It’s not his fault. Even though he stole eighteen years of my life, I’m just glad his greedy birth parents led me back to my real family. I don’t mind if he stays… I’m just afraid his parents will come back to blackmail Mom and Dad again…”

Lu Yunchuan had intended to keep his head down and stay with the Fu family until he graduated university and gained independence, but that day, everyone was forcing him out.

Except for one person—his taciturn elder brother, Fu Xici, who had been staring at him the whole time.

Big Brother’s thin lips moved several times, but he couldn’t squeeze out a single word.

But no one cared about the feelings of a “fool.”

Lu Yunchuan figured Big Brother probably wanted him gone just like the others, but simply couldn’t speak properly. Though he was the eldest son, he was “slow.”

His mother, Jiang Wanyue, said Big Brother used to be very smart. But once, while out playing, he was hit on the head by a falling object. It happened during a critical stage of development, and the trauma stunted him. From then on, he was always in a daze. He had to try several times just to say the word “Mom.”

Including his “foolish” brother, not a single person in the Fu family was willing to look at him.

Unable to take the humiliation, Lu Yunchuan flipped the dining table. The massive rotating glass table shattered into pieces, sending gourmet dishes flying everywhere. In the midst of the wreckage, he turned and walked out with cool indifference, severing ties with the Fu family forever.

After Fu Lingchuan’s return, no one in the Fu family took Lu Yunchuan seriously. He felt like a stray dog begging for scraps.

At eighteen, he was hot-blooded and rebellious. Unable to endure the slight, he packed his bags and left, returning to his biological parents and changing his surname from Fu to Lu.

But his biological parents were leeches. His father, Lu Changgui, was imprisoned for six months due to gambling debts. His mother, Zhao Hui, was an illiterate village woman. Within two or three days, they had sold off every valuable Lu Yunchuan had on him.

Lu Yunchuan didn’t care about the money; he figured if selling his things helped the household, so be it. At nineteen, he was in his final year of high school. Because he had grown up wealthy, he never thought studying was important. He figured that even if he was a failure, Fu Kaijiang would pay for him to study abroad. He had already planned how he would party overseas—and then came this “surprise.”

It wasn’t until his parents refused to pay for his schooling that he realized how precious those days were.

After Lu Changgui was released from prison, he took the family and fled Beijing to dodge debt. Lu Yunchuan was forced to leave the city’s prosperity behind. His dreams of an education shattered, and he followed his parents to the countryside to farm.

His birth parents squeezed every bit of value out of him. He didn’t see it clearly at the time, but it was because he still had one valuable item left: a luxury watch worth millions that he had bought himself for his eighteenth birthday. They had taken his gems and other trinkets, but he loved this watch too much to let go.

In his twentieth year, the debt collectors finally found them. They hired thugs to take Lu Changgui’s hands. That day, Lu Yunchuan went to the market; when he returned, the house was trashed, and his parents and brother were gone.

He was cornered by a group of hulking executioners. He was beaten to death. His birth parents had vanished with his younger brother. His hands were hacked off, the wrists separated from the palms. His luxury watch fell into a pool of blood and was snatched up by a man in gloves.

Before leaving, the masked man kicked his face and mocked him: “In your next life, keep your eyes open and pick a better family to be born into.”

As he lay in a pool of blood drawing his last breath, he thought: Why didn’t I just endure it and stay at the Fu house? Even if they didn’t like me, surely they wouldn’t have been so cruel as to let me die like this? Why did I come back here to suffer?

With those regrets, he died at the age of twenty—an age that should have been in full bloom.

After his death, his soul refused to move on. He didn’t know what he was waiting for. When the neighbors found the blood, they called the police. A forensic doctor dissected his body, but his birth parents never came to claim him.

After the case went cold, his remains were cremated. The person who finally came to claim his ashes was the one no one cared about: his “foolish” elder brother, Fu Xici.

Because Lu Yunchuan’s spirit stayed by the urn, he saw everything Fu Xici did. After claiming the ashes, despite his family’s protests, Big Brother brought him back to the Fu house. Every night, he held the urn in his arms, whispering his nickname.

“A-Chuan.”

As a lonely ghost, Lu Yunchuan couldn’t respond. He lingered by Fu Xici’s side for so long he lost track of the days.

Finally, one day, Fu Xici carried the urn out. Outside was a funeral procession. He was finally being laid to rest. Lu Yunchuan thought: So, there was at least one person in that family who cared. It wasn’t for nothing that when he was a kid, seeing how everyone ignored his “slow” brother, he would secretly sneak him candy.

But what he didn’t expect was that on the night of his burial, Fu Xici died right in front of his grave.

That year, Big Brother was twenty-eight.

Lu Yunchuan stayed by Fu Xici on the cold ground for a long time, watching the seasons change. He wondered why Fu Xici died. He never found out the cause of death—only that he died by his side.

The past flashed through his mind, and a splitting headache made him groan. The sound drew the attention of a silent figure nearby.

Lu Yunchuan hissed and sat up from the sofa, instinctively rubbing his temples. What’s going on? Why is my head so heavy and painful? Can ghosts have headaches?

Just as he thought this, a cold hand slowly reached out to touch his forehead.

Lu Yunchuan’s eyes snapped open. Before him was a worried but incredibly handsome face.

It was Big Brother, Fu Xici.

Even though Big Brother was “slow,” he had inherited all the best traits from their parents. He was extremely handsome, with a tall, upright stature—nearly 1.9 meters tall, just like their father.

Confusion washed over Lu Yunchuan. He froze for a moment, his gaze shifting from his brother’s face to their surroundings. This was the Fu family’s city villa. He could hear Jiang Wanyue crying and Fu Wangshu cursing…

Wasn’t this the night before the Fu family officially took Fu Lingchuan back?

He had been in shock and caught in the rain; he had collapsed on the sofa with a high fever. No one had noticed his condition—except for his brother, Fu Xici.

His gaze returned to Fu Xici. His voice was hoarse from long periods of silence:

“Big Brother?”