Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 162 - Fake pregnancy

Yunfeng’s frown deepened as he stared at Muchen’s stomach, which was still flat and toned as ever. His gaze then shifted to his own slightly bulging belly.

"See? I’m pregnant," Yunfeng declared, lifting his shirt to show the small swell.

Muchen scoffed, rolling his eyes. Without hesitation, he lifted his own shirt. "I’m the one who’s pregnant, Yunfeng! What do you not understand?!"

Yunfeng blinked, completely thrown off. "Wait... is it possible for both of us to be pregnant?" His mind raced. He had never heard of such a case before.

Qiu Yue, who had been silently observing, finally lost his patience. He stormed up to them, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Both of you are men. It’s impossible for either of you to be pregnant, let alone both!"

Muchen scoffed. "If you had told me that a day ago, I would’ve believed you. But just yesterday, I got myself tested. And guess what? I am pregnant!"

Qiu Yue let out a long, suffering sigh, rubbing his temples. "Both of you, come here."

Yunfeng and Muchen exchanged doubtful glances before hesitantly stepping closer.

"Hands. Now," Qiu Yue said impatiently, gesturing toward them.

They both held out their hands, still glaring at each other.

Yunfeng smirked. "Just wait. I’ll prove it to you."

Qiu Yue exhaled deeply, already regretting getting involved. He took Yunfeng’s wrist first, pressing his fingers firmly against the pulse point. A few beats later, he mentally rolled his eyes. Absolutely normal. No signs of pregnancy. This idiot just has a bloated stomach or something.

Without saying a word, he gestured impatiently for Muchen to extend his hand. Muchen huffed, rolling his eyes but complied. The moment Qiu Yue took his pulse, his fingers froze.

The rhythm was unmistakable. A pregnancy pulse.

Qiu Yue’s brows furrowed, and his gaze drifted to Muchen’s abdomen. He gave him a once-over—broad shoulders, no hint of breasts, and then his eyes lowered slightly, hesitating at the noticeable bulge in his pants.

Muchen’s eye twitched.

"Hey! Don’t let your eyes wander!" Yunfeng immediately stepped in front of Muchen, his arms spread wide in a protective stance.

Qiu Yue clicked his tongue and shoved Yunfeng aside like swatting away an annoying fly. "Move."

Yunfeng stumbled but held his ground. "What do you think you’re looking for, huh? A second opinion?"

Ignoring him, Qiu Yue turned back to Muchen, voice dripping with disbelief. "What exactly did your test say? Did you get an ultrasound? Did they actually see the baby? Are you sure it wasn’t—"

"Yes!" Muchen snapped, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "I did an ultrasound. The doctor confirmed it. I heard the heartbeat."

Qiu Yue blinked. His hand involuntarily twitched. "...A fetal heartbeat?"

The silence in the room stretched.

Qiu Yue stared at Muchen again—flat chest, broad frame, visibly male features. His brain short-circuited. He needed to check his sanity.

"This is impossible," he muttered under his breath.

Yunfeng, however, puffed out his chest smugly and turned to Muchen. "See? And you were doubting me! I told you it’s possible!"

Muchen scoffed, lifting his own shirt. "No, I’m the one who’s pregnant, Yunfeng. What do you not understand?!"

Yunfeng frowned, deep in thought. "Is it... possible for both of us to be pregnant?"

Muchen sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "Yes, I got tested. The doctor confirmed it. I even did an ultrasound, and they detected a fetal heartbeat."

Qiu Yue’s face twitched. "A fetal heartbeat?!" He quickly grabbed Muchen’s wrist again, double-checking his pulse. His fingers trembled slightly as he confirmed what he already suspected—this was, without a doubt, a pregnancy pulse.

He lifted his head slowly, staring at Muchen in complete disbelief. "This is... impossible."

Yunfeng smirked. "Told you."

But Qiu Yue wasn’t done. He turned to Yunfeng and checked his pulse again, more carefully this time. He waited. And then... nothing. No signs of pregnancy. His eye twitched again.

"You..." He pointed a finger at Yunfeng. "Are not pregnant."

Silence.

Yunfeng blinked. "Huh?"

"You are NOT pregnant," Qiu Yue repeated firmly.

Yunfeng scoffed. "That’s ridiculous! Look at my belly—it’s growing!"

Muchen smirked, crossing his arms. "Maybe you’re just getting fat?"

"Fat?! I’ve been starving for weeks! How could I get fat?!" Yunfeng glared, poking at his own stomach.

Hana, who had been quietly watching the chaos unfold, suddenly snorted. "Oh my god..." She clutched her stomach, laughing. "Yunfeng... You—You really thought—"

Shao, who had been trying to remain neutral, finally spoke up. "Wait. If Yunfeng isn’t pregnant... then what’s wrong with him?"

Qiu Yue hesitated before muttering, "Could be bloating. Or stress. Or... maybe he just eats too much air."

Muchen burst out laughing, doubling over. "So basically, you ran away and abandoned me over a food baby?!"

Yunfeng turned red. "I—I thought—!" He covered his stomach protectively. "It felt real, okay?!"

Muchen wiped a tear from his eye, wheezing. "Oh, my god, Yunfeng. This might be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done."

Yunfeng sulked, grumbling under his breath. He shot Qiu Yue a glare. "Check again. Maybe you missed something."

Qiu Yue groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Fine. But if it turns out to be gas, I am never letting you live this down."

He grabbed Yunfeng’s wrist again, his expression dull and unimpressed, and checked the pulse once more. He held it for a few seconds, then let go with a deadpan look.

"Nothing at all." He crossed his arms. "You just got fat."

Yunfeng staggered back as if he had been personally betrayed by the universe. "But... but I had all the symptoms! I puked every day! I had a ravenous hunger!"

Hana, who had been happily spectating the drama, idly reached into a bag of chips and popped a piece into her mouth. As she chewed, her face slowly twisted into horror. She immediately spat it out and stared at the chip packet in her hands. Then, she turned her gaze toward her brother.

"Yunfeng... did you eat these chips?"

A heavy silence fell over the room.

There was no need for her to explain further. The realization struck Yunfeng like a thunderbolt. The symptoms—his nausea, the hunger, the bloated feeling—it wasn’t pregnancy. It was food poisoning.

His entire worldview crumbled.

Meanwhile, Qiu Yue pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need a raise. I’m too young for this level of bullshit."

Yunfeng, still in a daze, turned his wide eyes toward Muchen. He blinked once. Twice.

"You’re pregnant..." His voice was a mere whisper.

Muchen crossed his arms, glaring. "Yes, I am."

Yunfeng took a shaky breath. His lips trembled.

"You’re pregnant," he repeated, this time slightly louder.

Muchen’s glare intensified. "Yes! So you better take responsibility. I won’t allow you to wipe your ass and leave. You have to take care of me and the child. For what you did, this is the least you can do!"

But Yunfeng wasn’t even listening anymore. His brain had short-circuited.

"You’re pregnant!"

In the next second, he lunged forward, grabbing Muchen and twirling him around in sheer excitement.

"Agh! Hey, you idiot—!" Muchen yelped, grabbing onto Yunfeng’s shoulders for dear life. His face burned red as Yunfeng spun him like they were in some dramatic romance movie.

"People are watching!" he hissed, mortified.

Yunfeng, finally registering this, obediently set him down. But the pure, unfiltered joy in his eyes didn’t fade. His hands cupped Muchen’s face, and he whispered, almost reverently, "God... you are with child."

Muchen felt his heart skip a beat.

Yunfeng’s thumbs brushed his cheeks, his eyes shining with absolute delight. "This... this is the happiest day of my life. Thank you." He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Muchen’s lips.

The moment was perfect.

Then Yunfeng’s eyes suddenly widened. "Wait... Muchen... you hate children."

Muchen groaned, rubbing his forehead. "That’s a lie."

Yunfeng blinked, completely baffled. "What?"

Muchen sighed. "I thought you were worried about us being a same-sex couple and thinking we wouldn’t be able to have kids. So, to comfort you, I just... lied. I didn’t think it’d come back to bite me like this."

Yunfeng blinked at Muchen, processing his words. "So... you don’t actually hate kids?"

Muchen exhaled sharply, crossing his arms. "No, I don’t. I just... never expected to be in this situation, okay? And definitely not like this." He gestured vaguely at his stomach. "But that doesn’t mean I won’t take responsibility."

Yunfeng’s lips curled into a bright grin. "Then that means we’ll be raising this baby together." His voice was filled with so much sincerity that Muchen felt his face heat up.

"Y-yeah, of course," Muchen muttered, looking away.

Hana, who had been watching this drama unfold like a soap opera, raised an eyebrow. "Hold on a second. You’re really just gonna accept that men can get pregnant now? Like, no questions? No scientific explanation?" she gazed at the young scientist.

Qiu Yue, who had already given up on life at this point, rubbed his face. "I stopped trying to make sense of things the moment I felt his pregnancy pulse." He pointed at Muchen, his voice flat. "I checked twice. It’s real. The world is broken. I don’t care anymore."

Hana pursed her lips. "Alright, I guess we’re rolling with this, then."

Yunfeng suddenly gasped, grabbing Muchen’s hands excitedly. "Wait! This means I get to pamper you! I’ll cook for you, take care of you, massage your feet—"

"Who said anything about feet massages?" Muchen scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

"You’re carrying our baby! I have to treat you like royalty!" Yunfeng insisted, eyes sparkling with determination.

Muchen tried to maintain his usual unimpressed expression, but his heart betrayed him. His ears turned red. "Tch. Do whatever you want."

Yunfeng beamed and pulled Muchen into a tight hug, lifting him slightly off the ground.

"Okay, put me down. Now."

"No."

"Yunfeng—!"

"Let me have this moment!"

Meanwhile, Qiu Yue sighed again, pulling out a notepad. "I guess I’ll have to start researching prenatal care for men now. God help me."