Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Fu Xingzhou vs. Qin Yanjun

One Month Before the College Entrance Exam

 

In the senior year building of Lin’an High School, it was rare to see students wandering the hallways. If you passed by the first and second floors, you would hear loud recitations all day long—these were the humanities students. On the third and fourth floors, the sound of pens scratching on paper filled the air—these were the science students furiously practicing problems.

 

Both Fu Xingzhou and Qin Yanjun were science students. They had agreed to apply to the best university in the country. Even though they both had excellent grades, they still followed a strict routine of studying, even working harder than others. They spent weekends together discussing problems.

 

It wasn’t until the evening before the exam that the two finally took a break, holding hands as they went out to relax.

 

“The exam’s tomorrow. Are you nervous?” Qin Yanjun asked, shaking their joined hands slightly as he turned to look at the boy.

 

Fu Xingzhou squeezed his fingers and smiled, shaking his head.

 

“Not nervous.”

 

Seeing the cute dimples at the corners of his lips, Qin Yanjun’s eyes softened with a deeper smile.

 

“Good.”

 

It had rained earlier in the day, and the night air had turned cool and damp, carrying a faint chill.

 

Dressed in just a short-sleeved shirt, Fu Xingzhou shivered as a cold breeze swept through, instinctively rubbing his arms to warm them.

 

“So cold.” He shuddered.

 

Hearing this, Qin Yanjun stopped walking and opened his arms to pull Fu Xingzhou into a tight embrace.

 

“Is this warmer?” he said softly.

 

Fu Xingzhou hadn’t expected the sudden hug. Being half a head shorter than Qin Yanjun, most of his face was buried in the crook of the other’s neck. His ears, already shyly red, burned even hotter.

 

His heart thumped wildly as a big smile spread across his lips. Wrapping his arms around Qin Yanjun’s slightly slender back, he nuzzled contentedly against his neck.

 

“Mm, very warm,” he murmured with a smile.

 

The next day, the long-awaited college entrance exam began.

 

Fu Xingzhou and Qin Yanjun were fortunate enough to be assigned to take the exam at their own school.

 

“Zhouzhou, are you sure you don’t need Dad and me to wait outside during your exam?” Shen Yunxing asked anxiously after dropping his son off at the school gate.

 

“I’m sure. It’s been raining these past few days, and the roads outside are bad. It’ll be super congested on the way back. After the exam, I’ll just take the bus home with Junjun.” Fu Xingzhou hugged both his dads and his younger brother, who had also come to see him off, then waved with a smile.

 

“I’m off!” He then walked into the school alongside Qin Yanjun, who had already said goodbye to Su Yin and her husband.

 

Shen Xinting cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and shouted, “Good luck, big bro! You’re the best!”

 

Hearing his brother’s voice, Fu Xingzhou turned back with a smile and replied, “Got it!”

 

Fu Xingzhou’s exam room was in Class 7 of the first-year building, while Qin Yanjun’s was in Class 6 of the second-year building. The two were in separate buildings.

 

“Junjun, good luck!” Fu Xingzhou said as they parted, hooking his finger around Qin Yanjun’s.

 

“Mm, you too.” Qin Yanjun gently squeezed his finger in return.

 

Two days passed quickly.

 

When the exams ended, Fu Xingzhou carried his cookie tin as he walked side by side with Qin Yanjun across the school track.

 

“How was it? Any questions you couldn’t answer?” Qin Yanjun turned to ask him.

 

Fu Xingzhou nodded confidently. Narrowing his eyes, he grinned. “It was okay. There were some I didn’t know, but getting into Y University shouldn’t be a problem.”

 

His cheerful, self-assured smile was both adorable and endearing. Qin Yanjun couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle his hair. Glancing at the cookie tin in his arms, he asked with a smile, “Ready to confess?”

 

“Mm.” Fu Xingzhou’s cheeks turned slightly red as he pulled Qin Yanjun up to the topmost row of the bleachers and sat down.

 

Opening the cookie tin, he pulled out a silver bank card and several gold ones, then shoved them all into Qin Yanjun’s arms.

 

Holding the pile of bank cards, Qin Yanjun looked at him in confusion.

 

“The silver one is all the money I’ve saved up since I was little—about 200,000 yuan. The gold ones, you know, are birthday and holiday gifts from Dad and my godfathers.” Fu Xingzhou licked his lips nervously, fidgeting as he said, “Do you think this is enough as a dowry?”

 

He waited anxiously for a moment, but when Qin Yanjun didn’t respond, not even saying a word, he panicked. Looking up at him, he quickly added, “If it’s not enough, I can earn more. My drawing skills have improved a lot. I can sell a painting for at least 1,000 or 2,000 yuan now. If I draw a few a day, I can earn several thousand a day! And I’m an adult now, so I can also—”

 

Before he could finish, Qin Yanjun grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight embrace.

 

“Zhouzhou, even without a dowry, I would still say yes,” Qin Yanjun said softly, holding him close.

 

“No way. Big Orange said that not having a dowry means not respecting your wife. The bigger the dowry, the more it shows how much the man cherishes his wife,” Fu Xingzhou mumbled against his chest, his cheeks red. “Junjun, I’ve given you everything I have. You know how much I love you, right?”

 

Qin Yanjun couldn’t help but kiss the top of his head.

 

At that moment, he realized how foolish he had been to focus so much on hearing the word “love” from Fu Xingzhou.

 

Because from start to finish, the person Fu Xingzhou cared about most had always been him.

 

“Junjun, did you just sneak a kiss?” Fu Xingzhou looked up at him, stunned to see his slightly reddened eyes. “Junjun?”

 

“It wasn’t sneaking. It was an open kiss,” Qin Yanjun replied, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “How could kissing my own husband count as sneaking?”

 

Fu Xingzhou’s ears turned bright red as he buried his face in Qin Yanjun’s neck, his heartbeat loud as he muttered, “Junjun, you’ve changed. You never used to say things like this!”

 

“Mm, because we’re dating now.” Qin Yanjun smirked. “How I treat a good friend and how I treat my husband aren’t the same.”

 

Hearing this, Fu Xingzhou lifted his head again, glaring at him unhappily.

 

“A good friend? I’ve always thought of you as my wife!”

 

“But I never received your dowry before.” Qin Yanjun patted his head soothingly. “Now that I’ve accepted your dowry, you’re officially my little husband.”

 

“Why ‘little husband’? I’m older than you, so I should be the ‘big husband’!” Fu Xingzhou complained, pouting.

 

“Then let me hear you say it!” He feigned fierceness as he spoke.

 

“Alright.” Qin Yanjun chuckled, humoring him. “You’re the big husband. So, dear big husband, it’s about to rain again. Should we stay here cuddling in the rain or hold hands and head home together?”

 

“Home!” Fu Xingzhou declared decisively, his tone full of authority.

 

Qin Yanjun couldn’t help but laugh. Just as he was about to stand up, his arm was pulled back, and a moment later, his lips were bitten.

 

It was a real bite. After a brief sting, he touched his lip and found a small bead of blood.

 

Fu Xingzhou froze.

 

“I-I didn’t mean to!” He pouted, blowing on Qin Yanjun’s slightly swollen lip. “Does it hurt? Do you need medicine?” he asked, his eyes reddening with guilt.

 

“It’s fine, just a little cut. Nothing serious,” Qin Yanjun reassured him, pulling him into a comforting hug and patting his back.

 

“I just wanted to kiss you. I didn’t mean to bite you,” Fu Xingzhou muttered, frowning.

 

“I know.” Qin Yanjun smiled. “Don’t worry. It’ll heal by the time we get home.”

 

Fu Xingzhou nodded. Unconvinced, he hooked his finger around Qin Yanjun’s again.

 

The atmosphere had been perfect, but he’d ruined it by being too clumsy and accidentally biting Junjun’s lip.

 

The once sunny sky darkened as clouds gathered, and a light drizzle began to fall.

 

Running his fingers through Fu Xingzhou’s short hair, Qin Yanjun said softly, “Let’s go home.”

 

Fu Xingzhou smiled. “Okay.”

 

Hand in hand, the two left the track, their closeness unmistak

 

The two walked off the track hand in hand, their closeness evident.

 

…

 

That year, Fu Xingzhou was eighteen, and Qin Yanjun was seventeen.

 

The two dragged their suitcases and went on a month-long graduation trip.

 

On Qin Yanjun’s 18th birthday, they took their household registration books to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register their marriage.

 

Even long after, Fu Xingzhou still remembered clearly how sunny the weather was that day. When they walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, a little girl with pigtails and a princess dress sat at the entrance, looking up and congratulating them on their marriage.

 

He remembered Junjun’s gentle smile, his own shy and excited heartbeat, and, most vividly, the words Junjun whispered in his ear on the way home, holding his hand: “Fu Xingzhou, I love you.”

 

“I love you too, Qin Yanjun.”

 

He recalled himself replying with a bright smile.

 

But what was happening now? Qin Yanjun hadn’t come home for a week. His phone lay quietly on the table. In the past week, Qin Yanjun hadn’t made a single call or even sent a text.

 

Fu Xingzhou fidgeted, biting his nails, unable to sit still.

 

He couldn’t stop imagining himself being abandoned by Junjun. Just days ago, his younger brother had joked about their seven years together, saying, “The seven-year itch—many couples can’t get past it.”

 

He remembered how confidently he’d pinned his brother down and punched him, declaring, “Junjun isn’t that kind of person.”

 

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

 

After spacing out for a long time, he grabbed his phone and dialed that number for the 108th time.

 

“Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please…”

 

The familiar automated voice played. His arm went limp, and he dropped into despair.

 

“Qin Yanjun, if you don’t come back soon, I’ll really be angry,” he murmured with red-rimmed eyes.

 

That night, he still didn’t wait for Qin Yanjun to return. The next morning, the doorbell rang, and he jumped up, barefoot, stumbling to the door. He flung it open.

 

“Junjun, you’re back… Who are you?”

 

It wasn’t Junjun but a stranger. Xingzhou stared at the man, gripping the doorframe uneasily.

 

“Hello, I’m Zhang An. Are you Qin Yanjun’s family member?” the man asked.

 

“Yes,” Fu Xingzhou answered dazedly, nodding.

 

“Qin Yanjun was in a car accident. His phone was crushed, and it’s only now been repaired. We couldn’t reach his family, and your number was unreachable. Finally, we found this address in his phone and came here. Luckily…”

 

The moment he heard “car accident,” Xingzhou froze. His mind buzzed, and he would’ve collapsed had he not been holding onto the doorframe.

 

“Where is Qin Yanjun? Take me to him right now!” Regaining his senses, he grabbed the man’s arm urgently.

 

“He’s at the hospital. Don’t worry; he’s out of danger for now. But his injuries are severe, so you need to be prepared.”

 

Fu Xingzhou’s vision darkened. “Prepared? Prepared for what?” he asked hoarsely.

 

“Prepared to be widowed.”

 

Fu Xingzhou staggered back, his voice trembling. “Wi-widowed? No! I’m only twenty-six; I refuse to be widowed!”

 

“No, that’s not right. How can I be twenty-six? I just celebrated my 19th birthday!”

 

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re nineteen or twenty-six. Your husband’s dead in a car crash, so you must stay widowed. Otherwise, it’s unfaithful, and you’ll be punished by being drowned in a pig cage!” The man at the door said sinisterly, pulling out a butcher knife from behind his back.

 

“Ahhh! Don’t kill me!”

 

“Then get in the pig cage obediently!”

 

“No! I won’t get in the pig cage! Qin Yanjun, save me!”

 

“Zhouzhou?” Qin Yanjun wrapped his arms around the person crying, “Don’t put me in the pig cage,” looking amused and helpless.

 

“It’s okay; it was just a dream. No one’s going to put you in a pig cage.” He patted the trembling figure’s back gently to soothe him.

 

Fu Xingzhou struggled briefly but jolted awake just as the menacing figure was about to catch up to him.

 

“Qin Yanjun, save me!”

 

Opening his eyes to see Junjun holding him, he immediately sat up in bed and pulled Junjun toward the door.

 

“Junjun, hurry! There’s a man with a butcher knife forcing me to be widowed. When I refused, he said I was unfaithful and wanted to drown me in a pig cage! We have to run, or it’ll be too late!” he said, panicked.

 

“Zhouzhou, look around first. Where are we?” Qin Yanjun stopped him, his tone both amused and indulgent.

 

Xingzhou blinked, looking around the room stiffly. He glanced at their hands, noticing the rings they wore. His expression froze.

 

It was the engagement ring Junjun had given him the day before they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. On the bedside table sat a bouquet of fresh roses he’d watered at midnight to keep them from wilting. He could still see droplets clinging to the petals!

 

“Zhouzhou, you had a nightmare.” Qin Yanjun pulled him back to bed, smiling.

 

Fu Xingzhou lay down again, burrowing into Junjun’s arms. He stared blankly for a long time before recovering.

 

“Junjun, I just had a terrible nightmare!” he said pitifully, snuggling closer. “I was so scared. I’m glad you’re okay.”

 

“It was just a dream. Everything’s fine.” Qin Yanjun kissed the top of his head and whispered soothingly.

 

“You don’t understand—it was so scary! I almost got thrown into a pig cage. Good thing I woke up fast!” Xingzhou tilted his chin upward, his face still filled with lingering fear.

 

“With me here, there’s nothing to fear,” Qin Yanjun said, his lips brushing over Xingzhou’s pale ones.

 

Fu Xingzhou’s cheeks reddened, but he looped his arms around Junjun’s neck, closing his eyes as he leaned closer.

 

“More,” he said shyly.

 

“More what?” Qin Yanjun teased, his nose brushing Xingzhou’s as he raised a brow mischievously.

 

Xingzhou realized he was being teased. Deciding he’d already embarrassed himself enough, he cupped Junjun’s handsome face and pouted. “More kisses! If you won’t, I’ll do it myself!”

 

Qin Yanjun chuckled. “How could I let my husband do such a thing? Let your wife handle it.”

 

With that, he flipped Xingzhou onto his back, pinning him beneath him as he leaned down to kiss him.

 

“Mmph… The curtains aren’t closed…”

 

“They’re already closed,” Qin Yanjun replied, his voice low and seductive as he kissed Xingzhou’s burning earlobe.

 

—

 

Author’s Note:

 

Ahhh, I love Zhouzhou and Junjun so much!! Childhood sweethearts who grow up together and stay by each other’s side for a lifetime—so enviable!