The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]

Chapter 86 - 86 - Living with him?

Bian bit down on his lip so hard that he tasted blood. His mind reeled with disbelief, fury boiling beneath his skin.

How? How did my plan fail?

Jian was supposed to die. He had planned everything meticulously—the right men, the perfect moment, the foolproof setup. And yet... Jian had not only survived, but returned victorious, smirking as if he had known all along.

And that man.

Bian’s fists clenched, nails digging into his palms. Who the fuck is he?! The tall, white-haired stranger who had stepped in and flipped everything upside down. That wasn’t part of the plan. That man wasn’t supposed to exist in Bian’s calculations.

The servants dragged him across the gravel path and unceremoniously dumped him outside the mansion gates.

”This is the last favor our master will grant you,” one of them said curtly. ”You’d better leave now and stay out of his way.”

With that, they slammed the heavy iron gate shut, locking him out.

Bian remained on the ground, his clothes covered in dust, his breathing erratic. His fingers trembled as he wiped the blood from his lips.

His heart pounded as he watched the figures of the servants disappear behind the towering walls of the estate.

They think they can chase me away?

His eyes darkened with an unspoken fury.

No.

He would not disappear so easily. He would not accept defeat.

Jian had stolen everything from him—his life, his name, his father’s favor.

I will take it all back.

A slow, twisted smirk curled on his lips as he whispered, ”I will kill that bitch.”

Inside the house, Jian leaned back in his seat with a satisfied smile. He had expected things to be more difficult, but surprisingly, it had gone smoothly. Almost too smoothly.

He glanced toward Wang Bushen—the man who, in his past life, had tortured him without hesitation. Now, this same man was standing before Xing Yu, his expression unreadable. But Jian didn’t miss the flicker of greed in his eyes.

So that’s why it went so smoothly, Jian thought, narrowing his eyes. He wants something from Xing Yu.

But what?

Jian didn’t know much about the business world, but he knew that Xing Yu was no ordinary man. His reputation was one of a ruthless businessman, the kind of man whose presence alone could make powerful people nervous.

And Wang Bushen, for all his arrogance, was staring at him like a hungry wolf waiting for scraps.

Wang Bushen straightened his robe, forcing a pleasant smile onto his face.

”Mister Yu,” he said smoothly, ”I would like to apologize for what happened here. I regret that you had to witness something so unpleasant.”

Xing Yu remained still, his sharp gaze never leaving Wang Bushen’s face. ”Don’t mind that,” he said coolly. ”But I am curious—your son was replaced, yet you didn’t even notice. If I hadn’t come along, would you have even realized the difference? Or would you have simply made do with the child pretending to be your son?”

Wang Bushen’s expression faltered, just for a moment. His fingers twitched slightly before he forced a neutral look. ”It’s... a complicated family matter, Mister Yu.”

Xing Yu raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Wang Bushen let out a slow breath. ”You see, that boy is also my son,” he admitted. ”But my situation stipulates that I can only adopt one son. I chose a well-mannered child to raise, but I didn’t expect the other to be jealous and try to harm his brother. It was an unfortunate oversight on my part. For that, I sincerely apologize.”

Jian let out a quiet scoff.

Oversight? That was how he wanted to frame it?

He turned his gaze to Xing Yu, curious about how he would respond.

Xing Yu scoffed silently. ”You live in a huge-ass mansion, yet your situation stipulates only one son? That’s bullshit reasoning, and you know it. If you were going to be a father, you should have done a good job.”

His gaze shifted to the young boy standing a few feet away, watching them with curiosity glinting in his sharp eyes.

”If a father fails to raise his son well,” Xing Yu continued, his voice smooth but firm, ”then others might have to take over.”

Wang Bushen’s expression flickered with something—glee, anticipation. ”Mister Yu... are you saying—”

”I would like to mentor the kid.” Xing Yu cut him off, arms crossed. ”I don’t believe you can take care of him well.”

The words left his mouth before he even realized what he was saying.

The room fell silent.

Xing Yu himself froze, a rare moment of hesitation overtaking him. What the hell did I just say? He had only met the boy a total of three times in his life. Yet for some reason, he felt an overwhelming need to protect him.

It was strange. Too strange.

He was not impulsive. He had never been impulsive in his life.

His gaze flickered to the young boy, who was now frowning slightly.

What makes me do things for him? Did he bewitch me?

It wasn’t like he was attracted to him. That thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. This wasn’t about desire or seduction.

Yet, despite everything, he wanted to keep the boy close. He wanted to keep him in his sight, to shield him from all harm.

It was... unsettling.

A thought crept into his mind, one that made his eyes widen ever so slightly.

Is this that rumored maternal instinct of my kind?

Before he could process it further, Jian stood up. His expression was composed, but his tone was firm.

”I don’t want to go with you.”

Xing Yu blinked, his thoughts momentarily disrupted.

Jian continued, his gaze unwavering. ”You’re a stranger to me, and I don’t wish to go with you.”

He had his reasons.

He wanted to leave the Wang family, to be rid of the weight of his so-called father. But going to this man’s place? Living with him?

That was another type of trap.

He had only met Xing Yu a handful of times. How could he possibly trust him?