The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 158 - Me? I’m his mate

Jian didn’t know how to answer him.

The question hung in the air like smoke, heavy and suffocating. Li Wang’s fingertips lingered near his golden eyes, as if trying to erase what he saw.

Jian pulled back suddenly, the distance sharp and intentional. His heart thudded once, hard, before he turned away.

"You should go home," Jian said quickly, voice tight. "It’s the safest place for you now."

Li Wang blinked, momentarily stunned. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, wincing at the pain that radiated from his side. Dust and exhaustion clung to him, but his eyes were focused—intensely so—on Jian.

He took a step forward.

Reaching out, he caught Jian’s hand, fingers wrapping around his firmly. "You’re coming with me," he said quietly but with certainty.

Jian didn’t move at first. Then, with a firm shake of his head, he pulled his hand out of Li Wang’s grip.

"I’m not going there."

Li Wang stared at him, his brows pulling tight. "Jian... it’s your home," he whispered, voice laced with disbelief, even hurt. "You belong there. With us. With—"

"It will never be my home," Jian said coldly.

He looked up, eyes steely but calm, with a smile that didn’t reach anywhere near his heart.

"And Wang Bushen," he continued, voice dropping into a whisper, "will never be my father. Never."

Jian gently leaned down and picked up the little sleeping boy and carried him onto his back. Eren tried to take him form him but he simply just ignored him. He carried the boy and the backpack and left.

Li Wang froze, as if struck. He didn’t try to reach out again. He just stood there, lips slightly parted, watching Jian walk away.

Jian didn’t look back.

He stepped over a broken plank, weaving past the cracked skeleton of a storefront, and raised his voice once more, the sound echoing through the desolate street.

"Anyone alive? Call out! I can help!" he shouted, his voice bouncing off the surrounding rubble.

There was no answer. Only the wind, and the distant creak of something unstable shifting under its own weight.

But Jian kept walking, calling again.

Because someone might still be out there.

Sun was slowly climbing up the sky chasing away the cold. Jian felt the young boy stir o his back. He made sure to keep a form hand on him as he walked.

By the time the sun was fully up in the sky the boy had woken up

Qungya was still pale and visibly tired, his small body moving sluggishly as he followed behind Jian. His tiny fingers curled tightly into the back of Jian’s shirt, using it like a lifeline to guide him forward.

Jian didn’t look back. He was still scanning the ruins ahead, his voice calling out hoarsely for any survivors.

The little boy kept throwing looks over his shoulder. He hesitated for a bit as he glanced up at brother Jian.

Qungya tugged lightly on his shirt. "Who is the new brother..." he mumbled, his voice faint and curious as his eyes flicked toward the figure trailing behind them.

"Someone," Jian replied shortly, not wanting to go into it.

"I’m not ’someone,’" Li Wang said firmly, walking faster until he came up beside Jian. He gave Qungya a faint smile before meeting Jian’s eyes with quiet stubbornness. "I’m Jian’s cousin. We are cousins," he said, as if saying it out loud would solidify it as truth.

Jian sighed and came to a slow stop. He looked at Qungya, then at Li Wang, before exhaling tiredly.

"Actually... to be honest, Bian is your real cousin. I’m not related to you by blood," Jian said, his tone flat but honest. He hoped that this—this truth—would finally convince Li Wang to stop following him, to turn back before it was too late.

But Li Wang wasn’t deterred.

"You are my cousin," he repeated, more softly this time, but no less certain.

"No, I’m not," Jian said again, sharper this time, frustration creeping into his voice. He turned fully to face Li Wang, then lifted his hands slowly.

His fingers were scraped and bruised from digging through rubble, but that wasn’t what he wanted to show. At the tips, the skin was torn, and instead of red, human blood—golden liquid oozed out, slow and viscous. The gold caught the light even in the ash-gray sky, shimmering with something unnatural.

Jian held them up plainly. "Look at this," he said, voice low. "You still think I’m your cousin?"

Li Wang stared at the golden blood, his mouth slightly ajar. He didn’t speak. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the golden drops slide down Jian’s fingers. He looked pale again, but not out of weakness—out of disbelief.

"What is that..." Li Wang muttered. "Let me clean it for you—"

Jian pulled his hand back and shook his head, cutting him off.

"That’s my blood," he said. "I’m not related to you. And I’m not even entirely human."

His voice softened then, eyes weary but resolute.

"So don’t keep following me. Go home. Make sure to hide if you hear rustling or movement. Aliens are around, and they don’t spare anyone."

He turned back around without waiting for an answer. Qungya instinctively followed, his little hand still gripping Jian’s shirt as they walked deeper into the broken cityscape.

Li Wang stood there, unmoving, watching them fade into the debris-filled path ahead. His hand was still slightly outstretched, like he hadn’t quite accepted that Jian had walked away again.

But this time, Jian didn’t look back.

Xing yu walked up to li Wang and glared down at the man instantly. "he will not come with you. Never ever." He felt a sense of triumph after saying that. After all his mate had kissed this human to bring him back alive. That irked him so much.

He gazed down at the tall human. Even in human standards the man was handsome. And that made him even more unsettled.

"you and him don’t belong to the same kind."

Li Wang grumbled under his breath. "who are you to tell that huh?"

"me? I’m his mate." Xing yu said with a confident smile and walked up to Jian.