Pregnant with the Love Rival’s Son and Ran Away
Pregnant with the Love Rival’s Son and Ran Away Chapter 20

Chapter 20

After Jiang Chu Ting finished speaking, Pei Jing beside him also fell silent, just staring at him with his eyes. After a long silence, his eyes reddened, and he softly sighed, calling out, “Master.” Tears fell as if they had a mind of their own, completely different from the person he was just moments ago. “I don’t want to force you. Even if it feels sudden now, can you slowly accept me in the future? I promise to treat you well. Can you trust me?”

Jiang Chu Ting quietly watched his tear-streaked face, looking so aggrieved, and his heart softened a bit. But when it came to matters like this, his attitude couldn’t waver.

Moreover, Pei Jing’s tears and pouting were likely just an act to hit his soft spot. In the past, it didn’t matter, and he could pretend not to notice, but not now. He couldn’t just change his mind and accept this inappropriate affection just because the kid cried a few more times.

He spoke in a low, gentle tone to persuade him, “Xiao Jiu, you are a favored child of the heavens, with a respected status. You can have anyone you want, so why be stubborn with me?”

“But I just want you.” Crystal tears slid down his cheeks, and Pei Jing tilted his head, thinking, “I can only say, meeting me was your bad luck. As you said, I’m stubborn, and once my mind is set, it won’t change.”

Jiang Chu Ting sighed softly, “Your mind won’t change, and neither will mine. So, it’s better not to waste your time.”

“How do you know it’s a waste of time?” Pei Jing retorted, “There will be a result between us. Otherwise, do you think I would give up?”

Jiang Chu Ting couldn’t reason with him, so he lowered his gaze and stopped speaking.

Pei Jing stared at his long lashes, which fluttered like butterfly wings, as if that flutter brushed against his heart, making it itch and tingle.

Pei Jing no longer hid his desire for him, his breathing heavy, body leaning closer, eyes deepening, and he called out hoarsely, “Master…”

Jiang Chu Ting swiftly got up to avoid his almost-touching hand, flicked his sleeve, and turned his back to him, “Xiao Jiu, I’m tired and want to rest.”

Pei Jing stiffened, feeling frustrated by his coldness, but he knew he couldn’t push him too hard. Besides, they had traveled back and forth overnight, so it was normal for him to be tired. He stood up as well, “Alright, we can talk about it tomorrow. You go to sleep.”

Jiang Chu Ting stepped back to his room, and Pei Jing followed. When they reached the door, Jiang Chu Ting suddenly stopped. Because of the sudden situation, Pei Jing’s bed was still in his room.

Jiang Chu Ting turned to speak, but Pei Jing had already guessed it. He placed a hand on the door frame, looking at him, and asked softly, “In just five or six days, I have to leave. Are you still going to kick me out?”

Jiang Chu Ting glanced back at him but didn’t respond.

“Master, I’ve already promised not to involve anyone else, and now you want to get rid of me again. Don’t be so heartless to me, okay?” Pei Jing’s face still bore traces of tears, and he seemed to smile slightly, his voice very gentle as he suggested, “Master, you’re a smart person. You should know to at least leave me with some hope to hold onto, so I won’t go crazy. Otherwise…”

Jiang Chu Ting withdrew his brief gaze, “Is that what you think?” His expression was indifferent as he turned back into the room, saying as he walked, “Then let it be. I’ll leave you with some hope to hold onto. After all, in the end, it won’t be me who’s heartbroken.”

After bathing and changing clothes, Jiang Chu Ting lay down on the bed and fell asleep naturally. Pei Jing, after finishing his practice, sat cross-legged on his own bed, always looking in his direction. The intense heat in his eyes turned into a wave of heat that swept over, burning every inch of his body.

Pei Jing’s eyes seemed to be not just on him but nailed into his body. Even as calm as he was, Jiang Chu Ting was still unsettled by such a gaze, his neck tingling, unable to sleep, and he opened his eyes.

The young man’s affection was too reckless and intense, and he felt he couldn’t bear it.

Pei Jing knew he was causing him trouble, blinked lightly, and although he was reluctant, he lay down and stopped looking.

The flickering candle burned out, leaving the room in complete darkness.

Jiang Chu Ting still couldn’t sleep. He took out the bracelet from under his pillow and gently rubbed it in his hand. Although Lin Zhi had him wear it all the time, to avoid Pei Jing discovering it and adding fuel to the fire, he had taken it off and put it away before returning to the room.

Recalling what he said, “I can become a bracelet and be with you all the time, see you, hear you,” he silently curved his lips and sighed softly. If he could really see and hear him, Lin Zhi would probably just want to kill him.

He put the bracelet back and held the wooden hairpin in his hand, closing his eyes.

He was used to dreaming of Zi Que, but this time he dreamed of the scene when they first met, only it was completely different.

At that time, the daughter of the richest man in Fancheng was getting married, with a grand procession stretching for miles. The streets were crowded with onlookers, and a child was pushed into the water. Someone jumped in with him to save the child. That person was Zi Que, who had just escaped from the Lin family not long ago.

But in the dream, only he jumped into the water. When he saved the drowning person, he found that the one who surfaced was not a little boy but the pale-faced Zi Que.

Zi Que’s dark eyes stared coldly at him, his face wet with water or tears, and he sighed, “Chu Ting, don’t ever forget me.”

Finally having a meal with his senior brothers, Jiang Chu Ting rested his head on his hand, lost in thought, barely touching the food on his plate.

Second Senior Brother Luo Shiming exchanged a glance with Zhong Hua, silently asking, “What’s wrong with Little Junior Brother?”

Zhong Hua shook his head, not knowing either.

Jiang Chu Ting was the youngest in this generation, doted on by his master and senior brothers. He was indeed smart, excelling in swordsmanship and martial arts more than his senior brothers. But having been protected too well since childhood, his heart was pure, and he sometimes got confused and suffered losses. Like being deceived by Yun Zi Que and Mo Lin.

So, even though Jiang Chu Ting was already thirty-three, in the eyes of his senior brothers, he was still a child, and they feared he would be bullied like before. Seeing him so absent-minded, they worried he was hiding something from them.

Ji Chun, with his straightforward nature, couldn’t help but call out to him. Jiang Chu Ting snapped back to reality, realizing his senior brothers were all looking at him. He couldn’t say it was because of last night’s dream, nor could he mention Pei Jing, so he replied, “Third Senior Brother, I was thinking about what I told you last time.”

Ji Chun thought for a moment before remembering, “The matter of the courtesan jumping off the building? No progress yet?”

Jiang Chu Ting nodded, “Still nothing.”

Luo Shiming chimed in, “What courtesan jumping off the building?”

Ji Chun briefly explained, then waved his hand, telling Jiang Chu Ting, “There are too many strange things in the world. It’s good enough that you’re investigating. Just focus on eating during meals and stop thinking about it.”

Jiang Chu Ting replied, “Okay.” He then focused on his meal, no longer distracted.

After the meal, Jiang Chu Ting looked at Zhong Hua. Usually, during such gatherings, Zhong Hua would habitually keep him back to chat. Once everyone else had left, Zhong Hua asked Jiang Chu Ting, “Considering the time, your disciple’s poison should be cured. Can he leave soon?”

Jiang Chu Ting said, “It might take another four or five days.”

Another four or five days? Zhong Hua frowned slightly, saying, “It’s best not to cause any trouble in the end.”

Hearing this made Jiang Chu Ting’s heart skip a beat. Yes, he wondered if Pei Jing would cause any trouble before leaving.

Jiang Chu Ting didn’t return directly to the cabin but went to the edge of Changchun Peak.

Mo Lin watched from a distance as his slender and upright figure, dressed in light blue, with ink-black hair, stood motionless at the edge of the mist-covered cliff, ethereal like an immortal, as if he had already entered a painting, making people dare not disturb him.

Mo Lin approached slowly and stood for a while until Jiang Chu Ting slightly turned his head to look at him.

Jiang Chu Ting didn’t know what he meant by standing there silently, so he asked indifferently, “What’s the matter?”

Mo Lin didn’t speak, so Jiang Chu Ting asked again, “Did Xiao Jiu send you?”

“I came on my own.” Mo Lin paused, then said, “For your own good, I want to advise you, you… should accept the Ninth Prince.”

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Lost Nexus[Translator]

Hi, I’m Lost Nexus or call me Nex! I translate web novels into English so more people can enjoy these amazing stories.

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