The Unloved Fake Young Master Is Pregnant with the Real Heir's Child - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Sleeping Together Big Brother’s Chest Muscles Are Really Big

Lu Yunchuan was indeed no match for the true second young master; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been swept out of the Fu family within a mere half a month in his previous life.

Fu Lingchuan had survived the clutches of that pair of blood-sucking foster parents, so he clearly had brains and methods. If he hadn’t, people like Lu Changgui and Zhao Hui—uneducated, illiterate peasants—would have destroyed him long ago.

Lu Yunchuan was a bit of a scoundrel, unlearned and unskilled, but he was straightforward. He had no real malice in him, which was exactly why he had died such a miserable death.

When he left the Fu family last time, he had even thrown a bank card with a balance of several million at Fu Lingchuan’s face—that was how much backbone he had. He knew that his eviction was orchestrated by Fu Lingchuan because as long as he stayed in the house, Fu Lingchuan felt he was a threat to everything concerning the Fu family. Fu Lingchuan was afraid he would regain favor with the parents, threatening his status as the heir.

However, the Fu family weren’t fools. Once they knew Lu Yunchuan wasn’t their blood, they were naturally unwilling to give him anything.

Looking back, Lu Yunchuan felt his past actions were too naive the result of never having been beaten down by society. He had lived eighteen years thinking he was the center of the universe. Having experienced poverty and the bitterness of the bottom rung of society, he now knew that nothing in this world is reliable except money. You can be at odds with anything, but never with money; it’s the one thing that will never betray you.

The card in his wallet had been given to him by Jiang Wanyue before his identity was exposed. It held over ten million yuan. At the time, she had said, Chuanchuan, Mom doesn’t know what you like or what you’re missing. You’re turning eighteen soon, and I didn’t know what to get for your adulthood ceremony. I was afraid I’d buy something you didn’t like, so here is some money—go buy whatever you want, okay?

Lu Yunchuan had smiled, thanked her, and taken the card. A few days before the ceremony, he bought a watch he loved for five million yuan. Later, that watch brought him disaster. He had been unwilling to sell it to pay off Lu Changgui’s debts, which led to his biological parents setting him up to be beaten to death and having his hands cut off.

The card was still in his wallet. After eating, he took it out. It was still there. He patted his chest, thinking that with this ten million, even if the Fu family stopped giving him money, he could live well past twenty.

However, his joy was short-lived. The butler, Xu Zhilin, knocked on the door, his mechanical voice devoid of emotion: “Second Young Master, the Master and Madam want you to bring the card you were given to the main living room.”

Lu Yunchuan’s heart sank. It’s over. I can’t even keep this little bit of money.

Reading his book, the eldest brother, Fu Xici, looked at him with concern. Lu Yunchuan let out a long breath, pulled the card from his wallet, and headed to the first floor.

Huo Yanxiu had already left, sending a message saying he couldn’t stand Fu Lingchuan’s “green tea” act anymore and was close to throwing hands. Lu Yunchuan told him not to be impulsive; since Huo Yanxiu wasn’t involved with this family for now, he should just endure it.

Before the Fu parents could even speak, Lu Yunchuan sensibly handed the black gold card to Fu Lingchuan: “This was originally prepared for you by Mom and Dad. It’s only natural that I return it. We share the same birthday; I wish you a happy eighteenth birthday in advance. Welcome home, Second Young Master.”

Lu Yunchuan’s series of sensible actions left the Fu parents with nothing to criticize. Fu Lingchuan had hoped to use this chance to humiliate Lu Yunchuan and get him kicked out early, but Lu Yunchuan’s behavior was impeccable.

Fu Lingchuan took the black gold card a luxury he had never seen his eyes and expression appearing cautious, his voice trembling with a pitiful, post-shock quality. He looked at the card, then looked up at Lu Yunchuan, asking sadly: “You won’t fight me for it, will you? I finally found my Mom and Dad… they are so wonderful…”

As he spoke, his tears fell like cheap water. Jiang Wanyue’s heart broke for him, her eyes turning red again. She pulled him into a hug: “My Chuanchuan has suffered so much. It kills me. That beastly couple will get their karma sooner or later.”

Fu Lingchuan sobbed piteously in his mother’s arms: Mom, I never want to be apart from you again. I don’t want to go back to that suffering. They beat me, scolded me, wouldn’t let me go to school…

Fu Kaijiang’s voice was cold, his emotions clearly strained: “You are a child of the Fu family. You’ll never have anything to do with those lowly kidnappers again. As for Yunchuan, stay if you want, or go back to your biological parents if you don’t. Either way, our Fu family hasn’t mistreated you these past eighteen years.”

Lu Yunchuan’s expression also turned mournful: “Mom and Dad have been so good to me for eighteen years. I could never be ungrateful. Even if I stay as a servant, I must show filial piety. You raised me; I haven’t repaid that debt yet. In my heart, only you two are my parents.”

These words struck a chord with the parents. No matter how much they might dislike him now, hearing such loyalty was pleasing to anyone. Only Fu Lingchuan was unhappy—his plot had failed, and he’d have to find another way.

After the performance, Lu Yunchuan told his parents not to be upset, saying finding their biological son was a good thing. He also advised Fu Lingchuan to rest well, mentioning he had already cleared out the second-floor suite.

Passing through the servants’ quarters back to his brother’s room, Lu Yunchuan collapsed onto the sofa the moment he entered, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t have a penny left. How was he supposed to live?

He was in his senior year of high school. He had never taken his studies seriously, just coasting along. In his previous life, after leaving the Fu family, he had to repeat his senior year at nineteen, only to be stopped by the Lu couple. He had never craved education as much as he did now. He wanted to get into the Air Force Aviation University and become a fighter pilot. But having been raised as a useless rich kid by the Fus, that dream had been grounded.

He took a deep breath. In this life, he would fulfill that dream no matter what. He hadn’t been removed from the Fu family registry yet; he was still the legal second son. Lu Changgui’s criminal record shouldn’t affect him yet. He had to keep his status in the Fu family to have the chance to do what he loved, which meant he had to endure everything.

With the experience of his previous life, he was actually quite optimistic—as long as he didn’t have to worry about food and water.

While lost in thought, his brother’s tall figure appeared before him, casting a shadow. Lu Yunchuan blinked up at him. His brother slowly reached out and handed him a plain bank card, signaling for him to take it.

His brother’s thin lips moved for a long time before he squeezed out one word: Give.

Lu Yunchuan looked at the card, then at his brother’s eyes, surprised: For me?

His brother nodded. He couldn’t express his thoughts precisely with words, but he could show Lu Yunchuan through his actions. Lu Yunchuan didn’t take it, so his brother leaned over, tucked the card into Lu Yunchuan’s arms, and turned back to his desk to read.

Lu Yunchuan was moved by this gesture. He stared at his brother’s back for a long time before letting out a soft laugh. He looked at the ordinary card and was about to ask how much was in it when he saw a number written on the back: 1,521,134.25.

The number was precise down to the decimals. The ink was still wet, staining Lu Yunchuan’s slender fingertips. He realized this was likely every penny his brother had saved since joining the company.

His heart felt sour. Some people could get tens of millions just by shedding a tear for their parents. Others worked hard for years, never wasting a cent, only to save this much.

Lu Yunchuan stood up to return the card, leaning against the desk and looking down at his brother: “I can’t take your money. Keep it. You need to save up to buy a house and get a wife.”

Fu Xici shook his head and refused to take it back. Lu Yunchuan pressed the card into his hand: You keep it. I’m a big spender; I’d blow it all in a day. When I really need money, I’ll ask you. No, I’ll borrow it, and I’ll definitely pay you back.

Fu Xici didn’t want him to pay it back; he just kept shaking his head.

Lu Yunchuan’s heart softened: “If it weren’t for you, I definitely wouldn’t stay here and take this crap.” If the Fu family didn’t have Fu Xici, he would have gone to hang out with Huo Yanxiu. He couldn’t be bothered with the cold shoulders and grievances.

His brother’s beautiful eyes looked at him with some confusion, not understanding what he meant.

Lu Yunchuan didn’t explain. He reached out and pinched his brother’s face: I knew you were the one who loved me most in this family. I’m sorry for the past. I was young and too proud; I thought you were an embarrassment. I won’t be like that anymore. No matter what you’re like, you’ll always be my big brother.

Fu Xici just looked into his eyes intently, his thoughts unknown. Lu Yunchuan didn’t expect an answer; he just told him to put the card away. In the future, he might really have to rely on his brother for everything.

His big brother was actually very smart; he was just slow to react. He had also finished high school at eighteen, but his exam results weren’t ideal, so he didn’t go to university and went straight to the company.

During the exams back then, no one went to accompany him. Lu Yunchuan hadn’t gone either; he had been wandering around with Huo Yanxiu’s group and happened to pass the exam center. He waited outside for a bit. Everyone finished and came out, but his brother was only finished when the bell rang and the teacher forcibly took his paper. He hadn’t finished the test, leaving many blanks, which indirectly suggested his mental processing wasn’t fully functional.

However, when the results came out, his score was high enough for a third-tier university. But Fu Kaijiang felt that even if he graduated, it would be useless, so he didn’t let him go. Later, before his brother joined the company, his old homeroom teacher even came for a home visit, wanting him to repeat a year. The teacher spoke to Fu Kaijiang about his scores with great regret.

Lu Yunchuan, playing games on the sofa at the time, heard it clearly. The teacher had said: “If Student Fu Xici could improve his speed, he could get excellent grades. In every mock exam, although he never finished the paper, almost every question he did finish was correct.”

Lu Yunchuan had been stunned then. He thought, how could a ‘dummy’ have such ability? As a person with a healthy IQ, Lu Yunchuan was lucky to get half the questions right even if he finished the whole thing.

Thinking about it now, his brother’s brain had just been injured, making him slow to react, but there was nothing wrong with his actual intelligence. He was likely smarter than most “healthy” people. His brother understood everything; he just couldn’t express it.

At this thought, Lu Yunchuan’s heart throbbed. This meant his brother knew exactly what he was doing before he died in the previous life—he knew the fear of death intimately.

Lu Yunchuan sighed, looked at his brother for a while, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands and climbed onto his brother’s not-very-large bed.

He asked, “Aren’t you going to work?”

His brother replied after a long pause: Going.

Lu Yunchuan unrolled the quilt: Then go. I’m sleeping at home. Stay safe on the road.

Perhaps because his cold wasn’t cured yet, his head was heavy. He fell asleep quickly and didn’t know when his brother left.

He was woken up by his brother in the evening to eat. The rest of the family was gathered in the living room, laughing and talking; Fu Wangshu and Fu Yunzhou were teasing Fu Lingchuan. Only he and his brother, the two outcasts, were hiding in this quiet corner eating leftovers.

But Lu Yunchuan didn’t mind anymore. As long as the Fu family didn’t kick him out, he’d even be their guard dog. He had eaten too much at noon and had no appetite. His brother slowly made him some cold medicine and brought it over. He drank it in one gulp and lay back down. He needed to get better quickly to go to school.

He drifted off again and didn’t know when his brother came to bed. He felt the bed sink slightly and opened his eyes groelily. His brother’s hand reached out to feel his forehead again. Seeing his brother’s brow furrow, he saw him get up to get more fever reducers.

Lu Yunchuan felt that life was indeed hard, having to deal with this family while suffering a fever all day. He swallowed the pill from his brother’s hand and lay back down, feeling the warmth of being cared for.

It was just like when he was a child. Before he was ten, whenever his parents weren’t home, he would always seek out his big brother and refuse to sleep unless he was held. His brother would patiently hold him and pat his back until he fell asleep.

It had been a long time since he felt this safe. His body felt a bit cold, and he subconsciously snuggled into his brother’s arms.

His brother had just showered and was wearing pajamas with the top two buttons undone. He was warm. When Lu Yunchuan hugged him, his face was buried directly against his brother’s chest muscles.

Because his brother didn’t focus on exercise, the muscles were soft. Lu Yunchuan nuzzled against him and whispered, “Brother, hold me.”

Fu Xici paused for a moment, then slowly placed his large hand on Lu Yunchuan’s back, patting it gently.

Lu Yunchuan loved sleeping against his brother’s chest when he was little, and now that he had found it again, he was the same as before. Except as a child, he didn’t have “bad” thoughts—now, he even reached out to touch and give an evaluation: “Big Brother’s chest is really big… bigger than mine…”