The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 146 - seperated by choice

Bian stared at Dican in awe, his heart fluttering in his chest like a trapped bird.

So a Farian’s bone marrow and jeti can be used to make me a Farian...

The words echoed in his mind, spreading warmth through his body. For the first time in so long, he felt hope—real, tangible hope. His dream wasn’t just a delusion anymore. It was a possibility. It was real.

His face lit up with the brightest smile he’d worn in ages. He could barely hold it in—his shoulders trembled slightly with the intensity of it.

And just like that, a face came to mind.

Jian.

That annoying, arrogant, always-so-perfect brother of his. The one who always stood in the spotlight while Bian watched from the shadows. That infuriating pest that everyone trusted, followed, believed in.

Bian’s eyes darkened just a little.

If... if I could get Jian’s bone marrow and his jeti... then wouldn’t I really be a Farian?

His breath quickened. It made perfect sense.

But then... a small thought wormed its way into his excitement. A hesitation.

Dican was a prince.

Jian was... a prince too. That much Bian had gathered from whispers and pieces of information he’d dug up over time. That would mean... they were probably brothers.

His smile faltered, just a bit. He bit his lip, chewing it as the doubt took root. He didn’t want to be related to Dican. Not by blood. That would ruin everything.

"...Dican," he said, careful and slow, eyes searching the Farian prince’s face. "If a human changes using a Farian’s bone marrow... then won’t they share the same DNA?"

Dican didn’t seem fazed by the question. He answered calmly, as if reciting from a textbook.

"Technically, no. They will not have the same DNA. Gene mutation only alters the human DNA to become Farian. It doesn’t copy the donor’s DNA entirely."

Bian’s heart soared.

Then I won’t be related to you! he nearly screamed in his head, trying not to physically jump in place.

He could barely hold in the wild glee bubbling up inside him. He clenched his fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms in excitement.

Then if I use Jian’s bone marrow and jeti... I’ll become a real Farian. I’ll be one of them! I’ll be like you, Dican. We can be together. Forever.

And best of all?

I won’t even be related to you by blood!

It was perfect. Two birds with one stone.

He could kill that cockroach of a brother and take everything—everything—he deserved. The throne. The power. The title. And Dican.

He could finally get what was his.

Bian let out a soft giggle, unable to stop it. The joy was just too much. The plan was too good. He covered his mouth briefly, shoulders shaking with barely restrained laughter.

I’m going to get everything I ever wanted.

He reached out and gripped Dican’s hand tightly, possessively. His fingers laced through the prince’s larger ones, grounding himself in that warm, strong grip.

"We have somewhere to go," he said, voice full of conviction. "Dican..."

He paused, heart racing. He had to be careful now. This was the most important part.

"If... if I want you to hurt a Farian... will you do it?"

There was a beat of silence. Bian held his breath.

Dican didn’t even blink. He simply leaned forward, brought Bian’s hand to his lips, and pressed a gentle kiss against his knuckles.

"Anything for you, love," he whispered.

Bian flushed, bright red.

The warmth of that kiss spread up his arm and into his chest like fire. He could hardly look at Dican now—those golden eyes, that perfect face—it was too much. It was all too perfect. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

He’s mine. He’s really mine.

And soon, once Jian was out of the picture—once he had his bone marrow and his jeti—Bian would truly be one of them. A prince. A Farian. Worthy.

He smiled sweetly, brushing his fingers gently over Dican’s knuckles.

"Let’s go make my dreams come true."

The first place Bian was going to check was obvious.

If Jian escaped from those Graylings... then where else would he go but the Wang mansion?

Bian narrowed his eyes.

But did Jian survive?

Then again... that roach never dies.

He chewed his bottom lip, frustrated. No, I can feel it. He’s still out there. Hiding. Lurking. Thinking he can win.

His fists clenched tightly at his sides.

He needed to move fast. The sooner he found Jian, the sooner he could claim what was rightfully his.

But how do we get there quickly? he wondered, pacing slightly before his eyes drifted up to the broad figure standing beside him. Dican. His beautiful, loyal prince.

He blinked. Of course. The ships.

He looked up at Dican, hope stirring in his chest.

"Dican," he said softly, "those spaceships that came down earlier... They’re your people, right?"

Dican turned his head, golden eyes focused entirely on Bian. "Yes, they are my people."

Bian pressed his hands together nervously, trying to make his voice sound casual, though his heart pounded hard. "Can you contact them? Ask them to bring a spaceship. Just the spaceship—no people. I don’t want anyone inside. Can you arrange that, please?"

He blinked up at Dican, doing his best to look sweet, innocent, harmless.

Dican smiled brightly, a wide grin stretching across his face as if the request delighted him. "I can, my love. Just wait here."

Before Bian could ask anything else, Dican turned and strode forward, his hands gripping a large slab of concrete debris. With little effort, he heaved it aside, revealing a mostly intact store beneath the rubble. Dust rose into the air as sunlight poured in, and inside, it looked quiet and dark—abandoned, but stable.

"Stay in here while I go find you a spaceship," Dican said, gesturing toward the hidden space.

Bian hesitated.

He didn’t like the idea of separating—not even for a moment. Not when things were finally going his way. But he wasn’t stupid. If the other Farians saw him now—before he transformed, before he was one of them—they wouldn’t trust him. They wouldn’t let him near their ranks, no matter who stood beside him.

He bit his lip again, more from stress than nervousness this time. I have to play it smart. I can’t risk being seen yet. Not until I have Jian’s marrow. Not until I’m one of them.

Dican turned to him, sensing the hesitation. His voice softened. "You’ll be safe here."

Bian nodded reluctantly, stepping into the dark interior of the store. It smelled faintly of old fabric and dust, and cracked shelves lined the walls. It was quiet—too quiet—but he forced himself to stay calm.

As soon as he was inside, Dican gently pushed the slab of rubble back over the entrance. The store went dim, but a sliver of light still crept through a crack above.

"I’ll be back soon, my love," Dican’s voice echoed faintly through the wall. "Wait for me."

And then silence.

Bian stood alone in the dark, hugging himself as he leaned against the cold shelf.

Just a little longer... he told himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

Soon, Jian. I’ll find you. And when I do—

He smirked to himself, eyes snapping open with a glint of determination.