The Unloved Fake Young Master Is Pregnant with the Real Heir's Child - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Nightmares  What is he clutching in his hand

Lu Yunchuan thought Huo Yanxiu was out of his mind, always using his own “filthy” thoughts to speculate about Fu Xici. His big brother was different from ordinary people.

To Lu Yunchuan, Fu Xici was his closest and most respected elder brother in the world. Having lived together for eighteen years, they were closer than blood brothers. The meaning behind the flowers was definitely not what Huo Yanxiu claimed.

So, Lu Yunchuan scolded Huo Yanxiu over text: You dead gay, once you turned “bent,” you think everyone else is too. This was a gift from my brother. What, do you think he has a secret crush on me? Psycho.

Huo Yanxiu replied after a while with three dots:

Despite scolding his friend, Lu Yunchuan couldn’t help but look up the “language of flowers.” To his surprise, it actually carried that kind of romantic connotation. However, he didn’t overthink it and immediately made excuses for Fu Xici.

Big brother is just bad with words and can’t express his love for his younger brother, so he used a bouquet to represent it. It’s the love of an elder brother for a younger one, definitely not what Huo Yanxiu said.

“Silent love” this actually fit Fu Xici’s personality perfectly. He always kept his care buried in his heart, silently watching over him.

He put Huo Yanxiu’s words out of his mind, found a vase in the bedroom, and arranged the flowers. When he came out, he found his brother in the kitchen.

Lu Yunchuan sat down to help pick vegetables. “Brother, how did you know my score passed the second-tier university line? You even bought flowers to celebrate.”

Fu Xici was wearing a white shirt tucked into his trousers, a belt cinching his lean waist. He was standing by the counter kneading dough, his suit jacket and tie draped over the sofa armrest. Lu Yunchuan looked up and noticed how superior his brother’s build was—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a firm physique.

Fu Xici didn’t answer. After finishing the dough, he crouched down to help pick vegetables. Lu Yunchuan looked at his brother’s long but slightly rough hands and felt a pang of guilt. His brother worked all day and still came home to cook, whereas he had been home all day and hadn’t even thought about it.

Fu Xici made “Oil-sprinkled noodles” from scratch. The taste was surprisingly excellent. Lu Yunchuan, who was still growing, ate three times as much as his brother. Fu Xici didn’t mind at all; seeing that there wasn’t enough, he simply made another portion for Yunchuan.

The Appearance of the Biological Father

By August, after the summer harvest in the countryside, Lu Changgui finally came to the Fu residence to demand his son back. Since the “true” young master had returned, he insisted the “fake” young master, Lu Yunchuan, should return to the village with him.

Jiang Wangyue (the mother), despite her disgust for Lu Changgui, welcomed the chance to get rid of Lu Yunchuan. Lu Changgui was heavily in debt to loan sharks and hoped to extort money from the Fu family using Lu Yunchuan’s status.

Fu Kaijiang called Fu Xici and Lu Yunchuan back to the manor. As soon as Lu Yunchuan entered, he heard that familiar voice that made him grit his teeth in hatred.

“Yunchuan, your biological father is here to take you home,” Jiang Wangyue said.

Lu Yunchuan walked into the living room. Since this was technically his first meeting with Lu Changgui in this life, he had to act calm. He looked at Lu Changgui and told Jiang Wangyue, “I don’t know him. What kind of biological father is he? My father is sitting right here.”

He pointed to Fu Kaijiang. “I ate my dad’s food and used my dad’s money to grow up. Who is this guy, showing up now to reap the rewards?”

Fu Kaijiang felt much better hearing this. He told Lu Changgui that the child had to agree to leave. He even mockingly asked Lu Changgui to settle eighteen years of child support if he wanted the boy back.

Lu Changgui threatened legal action, while Jiang Wangyue sided with him, eager to throw Yunchuan out. The “real” son, Fu Lingchuan, also came out crying, terrified of being sent back to the man who used to beat him.

Fu Xici, who hadn’t said a word, finally stood up and beckoned to Lu Yunchuan. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” Lu Yunchuan asked.

Fu Xici grabbed his wrist and led him out. “Home.”

Fu Kaijiang dismissed Lu Changgui, telling him to sue if he wanted. He ordered the butler to throw out the sofa Lu Changgui had sat on, fearing “contamination.”

The Nightmare and the Incident

That night, shaken by the day’s events, Lu Yunchuan had a nightmare. He dreamed of his previous life—the hunger, the insults, and the cold glares from the villagers after he was sent back to the countryside.

He woke up in a cold sweat, trembling. Since moving to the new apartment, he and Fu Xici had separate bedrooms. Feeling panicked, he grabbed his pillow and stumbled into his brother’s room.

“Brother, don’t turn on the light,” he whispered as he crawled into Fu Xici’s bed. He didn’t want his brother to see his pathetic, tearful state.

Fu Xici pulled him close and covered him with the quilt. He gently patted Yunchuan’s back in a rhythmic, soothing way.

“Brother, I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to recognize them,” Lu Yunchuan sobbed into his brother’s chest. “Only you are my family. My only family.”

Fu Xici didn’t speak but nuzzled the boy’s sweaty forehead and hummed a low, slow melody to lull him to sleep. Wrapped around his brother like a koala, Lu Yunchuan finally felt safe.

The next morning, while half-asleep in the dim light, Lu Yunchuan felt his hand gripping something. He could feel distinct veins and a steady pulse.

What is this? he wondered, squeezing it curiously.

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, he snapped his eyes open. He looked down and found his hand was inside his brother’s pajama pants. The burning, throbbing object in his hand was…

Lu Yunchuan jerked his hand back, screaming in his head, “HOLY CRAP!” Have I been holding onto my brother’s… like this since last night?!