In the third year of being Second Master Gu’s kept man, I had an awakening. To escape the fate of being a disposable supporting character and dying without a trace, I faked my death and ran away.

Later, he cornered me at the club, holding the milk powder I had used to replace my ashes, his gaze obsessive as he gritted his teeth and questioned, “Why did you run?”

I looked down and gently touched my slightly rounded belly. “Afraid that a man having a baby would scare you limp.”