The Unloved Fake Young Master Is Pregnant with the Real Heir's Child - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Fake One Taking the Initiative to Move in with My Silly Big Brother

Fu Xici’s beautiful eyes were filled with worry. Even if he was too frantic to speak, Lu Yunchuan knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

Despite his heavy, dazed head, Lu Yunchuan patted Fu Xici’s hand gently, offering a word of comfort: “I’m fine.”

Thinking of his eldest brother’s ultimate fate, Lu Yunchuan’s heart throbbed with a sharp, recurring pain. He didn’t know what Fu Xici had endured in the Fu family over those two years to choose such a death. He wasn’t sure of the current situation either, but seeing that familiar face filled him with an aching mixture of pity and relief.

He tried to stand up, but only managed to collapse back into the sofa with a heavy thud. This time, when he lost consciousness, he didn’t wake up again.

The family members in the main living room glanced over at the commotion but didn’t care what kind of drama Lu Yunchuan was acting out.

The youngest brother, Fu Yunzhou, who was sixteen this year, was playing games next to his mother. Hearing Lu Yunchuan’s voice, he snorted coldly: “He’s faking it again. Now that he knows he’s not Mom and Dad’s kid, he’s trying to gain sympathy so they’ll let him stay.”

Jiang Wanyue blew her nose, her voice still trembling with tears: “My heart aches just thinking about it. Who would kidnap someone else’s baby just because they were afraid their own child would suffer? This was a conspiracy. If my son comes back safe, fine; if not, I’ll never let that beast’s family hear the end of it.”

Fu Wangshu also looked toward Lu Yunchuan, a thorn of resentment stuck in her heart: “Once our real brother returns, this fake should go back wherever he came from. What a waste of our family’s affection all these years—spoiling this thing into a lawless brat who fights at school and never studies. No wonder he’s such a rebel; he’s just not our blood. How could a pheasant ever hatch a phoenix? It all makes sense now.”

Only the eldest brother, Fu Xici, anxiously tried to get the butler to help Lu Yunchuan back to his room. But the butler acted as if he hadn’t seen a thing, merely glancing over before looking away to continue comforting the masters of the house, utterly ignoring Fu Xici’s helplessness.

Fu Xici touched Lu Yunchuan’s burning forehead. Seeing his brother’s cheekbones flushed deep red from the high fever, he gave up on asking for help. He bent down and, by himself, carried the 1.8-meter-tall Lu Yunchuan back to his room.

The Fu family simply watched. Not one of them cared if Lu Yunchuan lived or died. Fu Yunzhou even added a sarcastic remark.

“Big Brother really is a fool. That thing isn’t even part of our family anymore, why bother with him? It’s not like he’ll actually die.”

Fu Wangshu, however, was protective of her eldest brother. Hearing Fu Yunzhou speak like that, she slapped the back of his head.

“You can insult anyone, but you can’t call my brother a fool. He became like that because of me.”

Fu Yunzhou pouted and shut up. Jiang Wanyue’s tears flowed faster as she watched Fu Xici’s figure disappear up the central circular staircase.

Having passed out, Lu Yunchuan remained unaware of the vitriol the Fu family spewed. He even thought it was a hallucination and didn’t take it to heart. It wasn’t until two days later, when his high fever finally broke, that he woke up in his spacious, brightly lit, cyber-punk-themed room. He squinted at the ceiling for a long time.

It was a summer morning. Voices were already drifting in from the courtyard of the Fu estate; the butler, Xu Zhilin, was instructing the servants on how to prune the Madam’s favorite flowerbeds.

His head was still dizzy, but the intense discomfort had faded. He looked around his surroundings and pinched his arm hard. The pain proved it wasn’t a dream.

He remembered his hands being hacked off by those people and, terrified, immediately raised his hands to look. They were perfectly intact.

He sat up in his ten-square-meter bed. He hadn’t quite processed the fact of his rebirth yet; for a moment, he couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality.

As he dazed in confusion, the door’s digital lock suddenly clicked. Someone pushed the door open and walked in carrying a bowl of plain porridge.

It was Fu Xici, eight years his senior.

Seeing that familiar figure walking toward him, Lu Yunchuan felt a lump form in his throat. His lips trembled for a few seconds before he finally managed to croak out the word: …Brother.”

Fu Xici froze for a moment at being called “Brother,” but then stepped forward on his long legs to place the porridge on the nightstand, nudging Lu Yunchuan’s favorite Marvel figurines to the side.

He looked at Lu Yunchuan with worried eyes. After struggling for a long time, he managed to squeeze out a single word: “Sick.”

Lu Yunchuan knew what he wanted to say. For the first time, he gave his big brother a gentle smile, his handsome face still looking somewhat sickly and pale: “Just a small illness. I’m better now. I have a very strong constitution.”

Fu Xici’s worried expression relaxed slightly. He picked up the warm porridge and handed it over, struggling to say another word: “Eat.”

In the past, Lu Yunchuan would have found this behavior annoying. His brother couldn’t even speak properly; he was “stupid” to a fault. It was only because he was born into a wealthy family like the Fus that he wasn’t doomed to a life of misery.

As much as he used to hate Fu Xici’s “dumb” appearance, Lu Yunchuan now found it incredibly comforting. Indeed, one only learns to cherish things after losing them once.

He hadn’t disliked Fu Xici because he was slow, but because he was a pushover. No matter what the family said, Fu Xici never talked back; he was like a block of wood.

Especially Fu Yunzhou, who loved to insult him. Fu Xici would just act as if he hadn’t heard. Sometimes, Lu Yunchuan would get so annoyed by the sound of it that he’d slap Fu Yunzhou until the younger boy cried.

Naturally, Fu Yunzhou hated him. This was why, after the “True Young Master” returned, Fu Yunzhou’s insistence on kicking him out of the house had a clear motive.

Lu Yunchuan had seen through the hearts of everyone in the Fu family, except for his eldest brother.

When he thought his brother hated him too, it was his brother who ignored the family’s objections to claim his ashes, sleeping with the urn every night, and finally dying in front of his grave.

He didn’t know what grievances Fu Xici had suffered during those two years, but for someone who had managed to endure life to lose the courage to live, someone in the Fu family must have treated him like less than a human.

At this thought, an anonymous fire burned in Lu Yunchuan’s heart. It better not have been Fu Yunzhou, or else the first thing I do when I’m better is beat him up.

He took the bowl from his brother and quickly finished the warm porridge. He felt much better, as if he had truly come back to life.

Estimating the date, Lu Yunchuan handed the bowl back and asked: “Is today the day Dad brings the real second son of the Fu family back?”

His brother’s beautiful, soulful eyes just looked at him without answering. He stood up with the dishes and left.

Lu Yunchuan knew the real drama was about to begin. He got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and brushed his teeth.

Without a doubt, the moment Fu Lingchuan returned, he would try to establish dominance to show who the real second son of the family was.

On the surface, he was a “country boy” who was weak and ignorant, but in reality, he had eight hundred hidden agendas. He was terrified that Lu Yunchuan’s presence would make his position precarious, so he’d do everything to get the “fake” kicked out.

However, he didn’t even need to sow discord. The Fu family had raised an outsider for eighteen years and already felt disgusted by it. Add to that their biological son’s “misery-seeking” act, and Lu Yunchuan would have no place left in this home.

By all rights, he should move out to make room for the real son. He should have some pride and leave sensibly without being asked.

He had done exactly that in his previous life, and it resulted in him being squeezed dry by his biological parents before being dismembered by debt collectors.

His biological parents hadn’t even claimed his body. His death affected no one. Despite such a horrific crime, the news of his murder appeared only in a tiny corner of the local newspaper, less noticeable than a fertility clinic ad.

A short life ended just like that. Dreams and ambitions became nothing more than empty talk.

Only after leaving the Fu family did Lu Yunchuan realize how important money was. When he was a Fu, he spent money like water, buying multi-million yuan items without blinking. After leaving, he had to think twice before adding pickles to a plain bun.

This time, he wouldn’t be so stupid. At the very least, if he stayed at the Fu house, his “silly” big brother would have someone to protect him.

Lu Yunchuan patted his pale but handsome face in the mirror, psyching himself up to face the family’s upcoming hostility. Eighteen is the most beautiful age; he would not waste his youth again.

Leaving the bathroom, he changed into a simple casual athletic set. He heard cars pulling into the villa courtyard. The downstairs area was buzzing with people. It didn’t take a genius to know that his father, Fu開疆 (Fu Kaijiang), had “redeemed” the real son, Fu Lingchuan.

Sure enough, a moment later, Jiang Wanyue’s crying could be heard: “My poor child, beaten into this state! Those godforsaken beasts!”

Fu Kaijiang’s usually majestic voice was also lowered: “At least we got him back. Stop crying for a moment and let Lingchuan inside.”

Amidst the sobbing, Lu Yunchuan came down from the second floor. Seeing the couple huddling a filthy, disheveled teenager at the door, Lu Yunchuan instantly switched into “acting mode.” Tears came on command: “Brother, you’ve suffered!”

He rushed over to hug Fu Lingchuan. Amidst the bewildered stares of the crowd, Lu Yunchuan squeezed tears from his eyes: “I feel truly guilty for letting you suffer eighteen years of grievances in my place. I’m so glad you’re back.”

The Fu family, who had been immersed in worry, were momentarily speechless by his behavior. Fu Lingchuan, hugged by him, was led to the sofa, making it momentarily unclear who the real master of the house was.

Fu Xici stood by the living room entrance, watching from a distance.

Fu Lingchuan’s eyes scanned Lu Yunchuan as if he wanted to say something, but after seeing Lu Yunchuan’s tears, he swallowed his words and stayed silent.

Lu Yunchuan showed great self-awareness: “Since the real second son is back, it’s time for a fake like me to return everything that belongs to him. I’ll clear out my sun-drenched room on the second floor for him to live in. I’ll move out tonight.”

The surrounding Fu family members were baffled. In their memory, Lu Yunchuan was not the type to yield easily. If a problem could be solved with fists, he’d never use his tongue. Yet, the moment the real son returned, he was being this “sensible”?

For a moment, no one knew what to say. Fu Kaijiang said with a cold face: “Let Lingchuan settle in first. Yunchuan, don’t bother him for now.”

Lu Yunchuan stood up with tears still in the corners of his eyes: “Alright. I’ll go pack my things immediately to make room for the Young Master. I’ll move into my big brother’s room. You guys just pretend I don’t exist and carry on as usual—just please, don’t kick me out.”

Fu Kaijiang and Jiang Wanyue naturally had no immediate intention of kicking him out. As long as he stayed in his place and was obedient, there was still some lingering affection in the parents’ hearts.

It was the sister and younger brother who felt uncomfortable and didn’t want him to stay. Later, when the real son started his subtle instigations, Lu Yunchuan became a thorn in his parents’ eyes.

Now, he was voluntarily giving everything up. He wouldn’t fight Fu Lingchuan. He just wanted to survive within the Fu family and gather some money for his future independence.

Currently, the best move was to live with Big Brother, as Big Brother was also unloved in this house.

Fu Xici was twenty-six, a bit slow, and couldn’t speak in full sentences, so no socialite was willing to marry him. He was still a bachelor. He worked at the corporate group, but not in any important position—just a place where he could pass the time rather than loafing at home.

In reality, while Big Brother looked “dumb” and “dazed,” he was actually quite competent at his job. This proved he had adult functional capacity; he was just slow to react.

Lu Yunchuan cleanly packed his belongings into a suitcase, carried it downstairs, and lugged it into Fu Xici’s room.

Big Brother’s room was at the end of the first-floor hallway. You had to walk through a very long corridor; even the nanny’s quarters were in a better location, not to mention the butler’s.

The two most disliked people in the Fu family were now living together. Fu Xici followed behind Lu Yunchuan, watching him open the door.

When Lu Yunchuan moved his things inside, he found that his brother lived in a single room. The decor was simple, about fifty or sixty square meters. One wall was a bookshelf filled with all kinds of books.

Though small, it was tidy. It was clear that Big Brother usually paid great attention to hygiene; he wasn’t actually like his “clumsy” exterior.

Lu Yunchuan’s own suite on the second floor had been over five or six hundred square meters. This was his first time in Big Brother’s room, and his heart felt a bit sour. After setting his suitcase aside, he turned to look at Fu Xici.

Fu Xici stood at the door, appearing somewhat constrained. He glanced at Lu Yunchuan and then looked away.

Lu Yunchuan, acting on a sudden impulse, walked over and pulled his big brother into a hug.

His voice was a bit choked: Brother, don’t worry. As long as I am in the Fu family, no one will ever bully you again.