The Unloved Fake Young Master Is Pregnant with the Real Heir's Child - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Confession Big Brother don’t do this Ahhh

He looked at Fu Xici’s chiseled face with a confused expression, forcing a smile: “Brother, don’t make jokes like that. It’s not funny at all. We are brothers.”

If it had been Huo Yanxiu making this kind of joke, he definitely would have snapped back. But the person saying this was Fu Xici. Lu Yunchuan didn’t dare to scold him, nor did he dare to let his emotions show easily. He simply assumed his brother was occasionally in the mood to tease him.

His clear eyes held a hint of unease; it felt as if his heart was being squeezed by someone, making him feel both panicked and suffocated. He was waiting for his brother’s explanation.

Pushing Fu Xici away to maintain a certain distance, Lu Yunchuan felt his smile must look uglier than crying: “Talk about what? I’m not in a relationship with anyone. I won’t fall in love with Huo Yanxiu, and I won’t have anything to do with Qian Shuhao. I hope what you just said was just a joke.”

This kind of joke wasn’t funny at all; it was terrifying. In his heart, Fu Xici was a respected elder brother and his only family. He was his only pillar of support in this world.

He watched Fu Xici’s eyes quietly, only to see him pick up his phone and start typing in the memo app. His typing speed was faster than before. He hoped his brother’s explanation would put him at ease.

Fu Xici wrote: I know this is sudden, and I know it’s improper, but I can’t control myself. I don’t know when I started having feelings for you that go beyond a brother, but I am very clear about my heart. I like you.

Lu Yunchuan: “…”

Fu Xici continued typing: When I see you getting close to other boys, I get jealous. I don’t want any of them to get near you, and I hate it even more when they have physical contact with you. I wish these privileges were mine alone.

Lu Yunchuan felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat. So the reason Fu Xici had stopped eating after only two bites wasn’t because he wasn’t hungry—it was because he was angry? He had treated Qian Shuhao as a romantic rival?

Because he couldn’t stand other men being so familiar with him, he finally reached his breaking point?

“No, no, no,” Lu Yunchuan interrupted him. “Brother, listen to me. I might understand how you feel. Because neither of us is favored at home, and after I was no longer the second young master of the Fu family and moved in with you, you felt you had a partner. You’ve mistaken this sympathy for love.”

Fu Xici looked at him and slowly shook his head: “No.”

He continued typing: I have examined my feelings for you. I have spent sleepless nights wondering if this is right or wrong, and if it would have a bad impact on you. I’ve asked myself more than once if I could give up on you and just treat you as a brother, but I found that I can’t.

Lu Yunchuan: “…”

Fu Xici: I like it when you hold me to sleep, I like it when you nestle in my arms, and I like it even more when your soft lips brush against my cheek. On the day the exam results came out, when you told me you achieved your goal, I originally planned to confess. I didn’t know how to say it, so I gave you white hyacinths, but you didn’t understand my meaning.

Lu Yunchuan: “…”

Fu Xici: I must be greedy. Not only do I want you to stay by my side forever, I also want you to love me. I even think that whether you stay with the Fu family or leave in the future, I hope you will consider me. If you want to go back to the countryside, I’ll go with you.

Lu Yunchuan’s heart finally “died.” He let out a heavy breath, picked up his pillow, and got off the bed. He didn’t know how to describe his current mood—he felt as if the sky had fallen. When he treated Fu Xici as his real brother, he could use his brother’s things and spend his money without any worry.

But now that the man he treated as a brother had said all these things, he suddenly didn’t know what to do. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like heart disease. He felt powerless and disappointed in Fu Xici.

But he calmed himself down and told Fu Xici as he walked out: “Brother, calm down. We’ve had a brotherly bond for eighteen years. I don’t want our relationship to be ruined today.”

Lu Yunchuan was too rational. Having died once already, the last thing he expected was romance. Fu Xici was in his plans for the future, but not in this capacity.

He closed the door and went back to his own room. He couldn’t sleep all night, tossing and turning, wondering where things had gone wrong. This attitude was a rejection of Fu Xici. He didn’t know how to face him and felt a sudden urge to leave.

However, when he woke up, Fu Xici sent a comforting message: Since you don’t agree, I won’t force you. If you don’t accept it, I won’t continue. I just wanted to try. I was brave enough to confess, and since you don’t accept it, we will go back to how we were. I won’t have those thoughts anymore. Don’t feel burdened. After you graduate from university, you can choose whether to stay or go.

Lu Yunchuan didn’t reply. His mind was a mess. He spent the whole day in the study, and when Fu Xici came home in the afternoon with groceries, he went straight to the kitchen without a word. It was as if those words had no lasting impact on him. Lu Yunchuan wondered if he was being narrow-minded—maybe his brother had just said it casually and he was the one being dramatic.

Thinking of the Fu Xici from his previous life, Lu Yunchuan took a deep breath and decided to act as if nothing had happened. He went out to help with dinner.

“Brother, what delicious food are we having tonight?” his voice was light.

Fu Xici didn’t look at him, he was marinating beef with black pepper: “Rice.”

“Great, everything Brother makes is delicious.”

The two had a silent agreement never to mention that incident again. From then on, Fu Xici truly stopped getting close to him. He would cook and then go be busy with his own things. They lived like this until the autumn semester began.

The School Term and the Marriage Proposal

Lu Yunchuan was placed in Class 8 for his senior year. To his surprise, Du Yunrui and Huo Yanxiu had also returned to repeat the grade.

Huo Yanxiu sat on Lu Yunchuan’s desk: “I’ve decided I can’t let you be the only one striving for progress. We’re here to work hard too.”

Then, a tall, clean-cut youth entered the room. It was Fu Lingchuan, the “true” second son. His “white moonlight” appearance drew screams from the girls, but Huo Yanxiu sneered, “He looks the part, but who knows what’s inside.”

The class teacher, Ms. Liu, rearranged the seats. She separated the “Three Musketeers” to prevent them from distracting each other. She assigned a top student, Yang Lulu, to sit with Lu Yunchuan to help his grades. Huo Yanxiu was furious to be separated from Yunchuan, especially when he saw how well Yunchuan got along with the pretty, cheerful Yang Lulu.

Driven by a sense of crisis, Huo Yanxiu went home and told his parents to go to the Fu house to propose an official marriage alliance. His parents were shocked.

“I’m not asking for the second miss of the Fu family,” Huo Yanxiu interrupted. “I’m asking you to propose for me and Yunchuan.”

His mother was stunned: “Since when were you gay?”

“I just like Yunchuan,” he replied.

Ultimately, his parents gave in to his pestering. His mother, Chen Muxin, went to the Fu house. Jiang Wangyue (Yunchuan’s mother) was unhappy: “Even if Yanxiu likes men, Yunchuan isn’t a blood son. This alliance has no value.”

However, the “true” son, Fu Lingchuan, overheard this. Wanting to snatch away everything Yunchuan had, he pretended to be shy and told his mother, “I actually like Brother Yanxiu too. He’s my seatmate.”

Jiang Wangyue immediately pivoted: “Since Yanxiu and Lingchuan have the same orientation, why not fulfill their wish instead? Forget Yunchuan; he’s like a weed and doesn’t listen.”

The Breaking Point

Back at school, Huo Yanxiu told Lu Yunchuan about the proposal: “My mom went to your house. We should get engaged first and marry after graduation. Don’t refuse—I’ll even let you be on top.”

Lu Yunchuan kicked him: “Get lost, you’re crazy.”

That afternoon, Lu Yunchuan complained to Fu Xici while eating: “Huo Yanxiu is out of his mind. He actually sent his mom to propose a marriage between us. I’m only eighteen!”

Fu Xici just looked at him, said nothing, and left the room after finishing his rice.

When Lu Yunchuan returned from evening self-study at 10:00 PM, the house was dark. The dishes from dinner were still in the sink—highly unusual for his brother. He cleaned the kitchen and then knocked on Fu Xici’s bedroom door.

“Brother, are you home?”

No answer. He opened the door and found Fu Xici sitting on the floor by the bed, surrounded by empty beer bottles. The room reeked of alcohol.

Lu Yunchuan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He tried to help his brother onto the bed, but Fu Xici was heavy. After struggling to get him settled and removing his alcohol-stained clothes, Yunchuan went to the bathroom for a warm towel to wipe him down.

As the warm towel brushed over Fu Xici’s chest, Fu Xici’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He grabbed Yunchuan’s wrist and flipped him onto the bed.

Lu Yunchuan’s eyes widened: “You.

Before he could finish, a kiss heavy with the scent of alcohol crashed onto his lips. Fu Xici bit down hard on his lower lip. Lu Yunchuan’s brain exploded.

“Holy sh*t! Brother… don’t… Mmph!“

Don’t do this! Ahhh!!!