The Unloved Fake Young Master Is Pregnant with the Real Heir's Child - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Brother Is This For Me

Fu Xici didn’t know the true nature of love. Perhaps before his brain injury, his parents truly loved him. He was the eldest son, born with a silver spoon in his mouth under the expectations of everyone.

Before the age of six, he believed his parents loved him. Even after his sister, Fu Wangshu, was born, they never neglected him in any way. Wangshu was two years younger; the parents had initially planned for one son and one daughter, thinking that would be enough to provide everything a child could need.

But all that beauty was shattered when he was six. One weekend, his parents took them out to play. He had a quiet personality and tended to stay in one spot no matter what he was playing, but his sister was mischievous. The amusement park was crowded, surrounded by various shopping malls. Even with a nanny watching her, Wangshu played with other children her age and vanished from sight in an instant.

He knew where his sister was. Even while playing on his own, he kept a constant eye on her movements, fearing something might happen. When he saw her getting bullied and crying, he stood up to bring her back. He never imagined that a child upstairs would drop a bottle of frozen mineral water—and it was aimed straight at his sister.

As her big brother, he didn’t even think. He ran toward her, shouting, “Sister!” She turned to look at him, oblivious to the object falling from above. Fu Xici rushed forward, shoved her out of the way, and the frozen bottle smashed into his head.

He didn’t feel much at first, only that he was bleeding. Seeing that his sister was safe, he was relieved. The incident caused a huge stir at the time; after all, the one hit was the young master of the Fu family, the future heir of a business empire. The media reported on it relentlessly, desperate for the headline.

Fu Xici nearly died, but fortunately, he pulled through. However, when he woke up from the hospital bed, he began to act dazed. Even calling out “Mom” and “Dad” didn’t come smoothly anymore. The brilliant young master, who used to win awards every year and was constantly praised by teachers, had become… brain-damaged.

Jiang Wanyue cried every day, and Fu Kaijiang was perpetually worried. After a year of treatment with no signs of improvement, the couple decided to have another son. The Fu family was a massive enterprise; if there was no son, there would be no one to inherit everything. In his state, Fu Xici was no longer capable of taking over.

Passing it to a daughter was out of the question; ultimately, wealthy families still preferred sons. Although Fu Wangshu was their precious darling, the family assets would definitely be left to a son.

Thus, Fu Lingchuan was born under those expectations. The birth of the second Fu young master wasn’t easy. Jiang Wanyue nearly died during labor; the doctor suggested a C-section, but she refused, claiming a child born that way wouldn’t be healthy. She almost lost her life for the child and stayed in the hospital for over a month after surgery. She never imagined the babies would be switched.

At that time, Lu Changgui had won some money gambling. His wife was about to have their first child, so he spent money to let Zhao Hui experience a high-end hospital. Their child and the Fu child were born in the same batch and kept in the same nursery. Lu Changgui could tell Fu Kaijiang was wealthy beyond measure. After prying the name from a nurse, he hatched a wicked plan and swapped the two babies.

Initially, Zhao Hui disagreed, unwilling to trade her flesh and blood for someone else’s. But Lu Changgui said: “I’ve looked into it. That couple next door is a famous billionaire family in Beijing. Think about it—if our son becomes a young master, won’t we both rise to the top with him?”

With red eyes, Zhao Hui asked: “What if he doesn’t recognize us in the future?”

Lu Changgui reassured her: “The blood relation is right there. Is there any reason for him not to recognize us? Relax, I’ve already swapped them. Just wait to enjoy a life of luxury when we’re old.”

The swap went undetected. From then on, Lu Yunchuan received all the love in the Fu family, while Fu Xici became a transparent ghost. The parents, who originally intended to be fair, found it impossible. All their love went to the second son and the daughter. As Fu Xici grew older, he no longer slept in his parents’ room; a nanny took care of his daily needs.

Initially, he hated this second young master. Because of his birth, his parents no longer saw him. Though he couldn’t express anything, he knew what heartache felt like. He was like a thief, peeking at his siblings’ happiness but unable to participate.

In the third year after he began being ignored, the three-year-old “second brother” discovered his existence and would occasionally run into his room. By then, the parents had unexpectedly had Fu Yunzhou, but their love for Lu Yunchuan never diminished. With more children in the house, even fewer people noticed Fu Xici.

Back then, Fu Xici resented Lu Yunchuan for stealing their parents’ love and ignored him. But the little brother would take a chocolate his sister gave him, stuff it into Fu Xici’s hand, and say in a milky voice: Brother, eat candy.

Fu Xici was a soft-hearted person after all. Because of a single sentence from a three-year-old, he could no longer bring himself to hate him. He even began looking forward to the boy coming to play with him every day after school.

Before the age of ten, Lu Yunchuan was indeed very clingy to Fu Xici. He would bring everything to his brother’s room: toys bought by parents, snacks from his sister, picture books… Because of this, the parents began to notice Fu Xici again. Seeing the second son liked running to the eldest, and since the mother was busy with the newborn Fu Yunzhou, she often told Fu Xici to watch over his brother and keep him safe.

Fu Xici had to care for the boy while doing homework, but he found it joyful rather than a chore. Lu Yunchuan was in his arms almost every day. The boy’s soft hands and face were his favorite things.

His most vivid memory was from when Lu Yunchuan was small. One day, the boy slept with him. The next morning, Fu Xici woke up early for school. The little brother woke up too and cried, refusing to stay home alone. Fu Xici stuffed him into his schoolbag and carried him to school. He was severely scolded by the teacher, who called his parents. He didn’t know it was dangerous; he just knew he felt more at peace if he had his brother with him.

This was the brother he had raised in his arms—the one who, after leaving the Fu family in the previous life, died with no whole body left.

The Lu couple’s dream of striking it rich through their son was shattered. They never expected that when Lu Yunchuan left the Fu family, he took nothing—not even the money prepared by the Fus. They sold off everything valuable on him, except for one expensive watch he was unwilling to give up. No matter how they tried to trick him, he wouldn’t hand it over, leading to a fierce argument.

Lu Yunchuan was at a hot-blooded age, and Lu Changgui was no match for him in a fight. After nearly being beaten by his own son, Lu Changgui had a “bright” idea: he told his whereabouts to illegal debt collectors. He thought he’d let those people teach Lu Yunchuan a lesson and use the watch to clear his five million yuan debt. The watch was worth exactly that.

Lu Yunchuan was killed by his biological parents’ design. They already had a second son by then, so this son who wasn’t close to them was disposable. By the time they heard news of him, he had been murdered, and his body had already been taken by the police for an autopsy. The police were looking for family to claim the body, but Lu Changgui was afraid of being exposed, so he didn’t go.

It was Fu Xici who saw the news report. Noticing the name was similar to his brother’s and learning the details, he contacted the local police to claim the ashes.

Of course, the Fu Xici of this life knew none of this. He only felt that having Lu Yunchuan by his side made his heart feel more stable. He would often experience a racing heart because of Lu Yunchuan’s inadvertent actions—like a hug, or lips accidentally brushing his face at night. Or legs draped over his waist.

His bed was small, and Lu Yunchuan was no longer a child. He was a restless sleeper; every morning, the boy’s legs were tangled with his. He knew this was wrong. Even though Lu Yunchuan no longer had a blood relation to the Fu family, he was still the brother who grew up in his arms. These reactions felt “incorrect.” Even though he liked the feeling very much.

Outside, Lu Yunchuan was like a Tibetan Mastiff, fierce to everyone. But at home, in front of his brother, he was like a little lamb.

Soon, it was time for the “Second Young Master’s” adulthood ceremony. To let everyone know their biological son was back, the Fu family sent invitations to everyone of influence. The party for Fu Lingchuan was to be grand.

And that day happened to be Lu Yunchuan’s birthday as well.

He remembered that day in his previous life. The Fu villa was packed with guests. Everyone congratulated the family on finding their real son while sneering at and openly mocking the “fake” one. Lu Yunchuan had a terrible temper then; he cursed out hundreds of people, smashed the table he was sitting at, and walked out with a flourish. He became even more notorious after that. If he had just endured it then, what followed might not have happened.

This time, he knew exactly what to do. While the Fu family prepared for the banquet, he focused only on his studies. He had been so serious in class lately that he seemed like a different person. Huo Yanxiu even thought he was possessed and threw ritual yellow paper over his head. “Whoever you are, please leave my brother’s body!”

Lu Yunchuan thought he was insane. His group of friends, like Du Yunrui, also found the studious Lu Yunchuan terrifyingly strange. “It’s over. Is Brother Chuan really going to get into the Aviation University next year? If he actually starts flying fighter jets, I’m going to be so jealous!”

Lu Yunchuan gave a contemptuous smirk: “You can’t learn my level of cool. If you have nothing better to do, study more, you wicked rich heirs.”

Du Yunrui and Huo Yanxiu: Don’t you blush saying that?

Lu Yunchuan didn’t blush. He wasn’t a “young master” anymore; he was just a dog in the Fu house trying to turn his life around. As a “dog,” he naturally had no right to attend the real young master’s gala, lest he be seen as a joke. So, he stayed for evening self-study. No one cared that it was his birthday. Regardless of how lively the Fu house was, he immersed himself in his studies.

In the afternoon, he sent a WeChat message to Fu Xici, telling him he’d return after evening study and for his brother not to pick him up. But to his surprise, Fu Xici showed up anyway.

Getting into the car, Lu Yunchuan smiled at him helplessly. “It’s just a short walk; I could have taken a taxi. You just had to come.”

Fu Xici said nothing. He simply picked up an exquisite shopping bag from his side and handed it to him.

Lu Yunchuan took it curiously. What is it?

Fu Xici signaled for him to open it. With curiosity, Lu Yunchuan opened the bag. The box featured a familiar logo. Opening the box, he found a Patek Philippe men’s watch. It was a precious metal timepiece with a hand-engraved enamel dial—ultra-thin, a classic formal style.

Lu Yunchuan let out a gasp of surprise, his eyes shining with delight. Patek Philippe? Brother, when did you get so rich? Is this… for me?