Chapter 31: I Want to Pursue You
When Jiang Rong came out of the hospital, he barely registered his surroundings.
The enormous storm of the word “pregnant” was raging through his mind.
Who could have imagined that the very first time he became an Omega, he would get pregnant during his first heat?
And on top of that, he was in another world—one with no medical system designed for Omegas. There had never been other Omegas who transmigrated here either. He didn’t have a single person he could consult.
He had thought about it before—if he had a child of his own in this world, a blood-related family member, that would be a joyful thing.
But he had never imagined that it would happen now, that the child would already be growing inside him.
What’s more, the other father of this tiny seed didn’t even like children.
He came to this world with almost no savings and no university degree. How much money would it take to have a child? His body was different from the people here—giving birth would require surgery, which meant another enormous expense.
He wanted to keep the baby, but he didn’t have the conditions to do so.
In their original world, if an Omega got pregnant, they could choose to terminate the pregnancy, though the process was complicated. Most would still choose to give birth. Alphas would take responsibility—if it was their child, even without marriage, they would pay child support every month.
But this world was different. Even the doctor had prompted him to think about whether to keep the child. The doctor likely understood that Jiang Rong had a boyfriend—and that his boyfriend probably couldn’t accept something this bizarre.
The pregnancy had a huge impact on Jiang Rong both mentally and physically. His emotions had been fluctuating for a while now, and this news sent him straight to rock bottom.
There was a baby inside him. He was happy—he had even felt anticipation. But the baby had come at the wrong time. This was the hardest period of his life. He hadn’t even mastered his major courses yet. This was reality—even if he gave birth, he wouldn’t be able to support the child.
Although Doctor Liu had told him about a few special cases, none of them were like his. He was born able to give birth, while those cases involved pregnancies that could be resolved with the medical technology of this world. If he went for further tests and doctors discovered he was different from ordinary people, wouldn’t he be sent to a laboratory as a guinea pig?
He didn’t know what to do anymore—lost and helpless.
Why couldn’t he just be a Beta?
Like the men in this world—no heat cycles, no reproductive cavity, no pregnancy. Just live leisurely as an ordinary person. He could eat and sleep alone just fine.
Was heaven deliberately throwing him into this world to suffer? Hadn’t he already suffered enough?
After returning to school, Jiang Rong threw himself onto the bed and didn’t want to do anything. Even when Yao Shule and Li Yizhou asked him to play games with them, he had no interest at all.
If he weren’t truly starving—so hungry that his legs went weak when he walked—he wouldn’t even want to eat. He had no appetite whatsoever.
Yao Shule and Li Yizhou didn’t notice the drastic change in Jiang Rong’s mood. After all, he had never been someone to initiate conversations—he was usually quiet, doing his own things.
Jiang Rong also didn’t contact He Siming, though He Siming had sent him several WeChat messages.
His feelings toward He Siming were extremely conflicted.
He wanted to blame him for not using protection when things got heated—but the beginning of it all was his own heat. He had been the one begging. How could he blame He Siming?
Caught in this tug-of-war of thoughts, Jiang Rong simply put his phone on silent. Usually no one paid attention to him anyway. If He Siming was looking for him, maybe it was only for “sex,” for a young person’s curiosity and impulsiveness toward something new. Did he really like him? There were so many people in this world—how could he like someone from another world, someone who didn’t even understand the basic common sense here? He was just a fool.
On Monday morning, he forced himself to attend a class, but at noon he threw up again—so badly that tears came out. For the first time in his life, he skipped class.
He didn’t want to go back to the dorm either. He found an empty classroom through the school’s WeChat mini-program and sat there until evening.
He didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to look at his phone, didn’t want to study, and didn’t want to see anyone.
If he didn’t eat, he wouldn’t feel like vomiting.
If he didn’t look at his phone, he wouldn’t see He Siming’s messages.
He wanted to reject all information and connections with this world.
Only when students came in to study did he finally slump his shoulders and leave. His legs were numb from sitting so long; when he stood up, his body swayed.
He walked alone along the ginkgo-lined campus road he used to walk with He Siming. At this moment, he completely matched “Jiang Rong’s” identity—an unwanted orphan, with nothing, unable to possess anything. Just like how he had never truly had a hobby he loved.
His mind was hazy, and somehow he ended up at the place from that day.
This was Qin University’s Lovers’ Lake.
The wind blowing off the lake slapped against his face. He sat on a bench by the water, losing track of time, his face nearly numb from the cold.
He didn’t want to be an Omega anymore. He was a terrible Omega. Couldn’t he just turn back into a Beta?
He had thought transmigrating here would make him happier. He never expected it might just be another kind of suffering.
In winter, couples didn’t come to the lake. It felt as though the world truly only had him left.
Watching the ripples on the lake’s surface stirred by the breeze, Jiang Rong thought of why he had come to this world.
If only he hadn’t been a foolishly kind person that day.
That day, a child from his school fell into the water. Hearing the cries for help, he jumped in without thinking. He managed to lift the child up, but then his leg cramped and he sank. Just when he thought he was going to die, someone grabbed his hand and pulled him ashore. When he opened his eyes again, he was in this world.
Buzz—buzz—buzz.
Buzz—buzz—buzz.
Buzz—buzz—buzz.
His phone vibrated violently.
Immersed in his pain, Jiang Rong wanted to ignore it. But his hands were so cold they’d gone numb. When he reached into his pocket, the phone was still vibrating nonstop.
He had been indoors all afternoon and hadn’t touched his pocket much. The phone had been quiet. Now it was vibrating madly.
He snapped back to awareness a little and took out his phone. It was a WeChat video call from He Siming.
He didn’t answer.
He Siming called again. Still no answer.
Jiang Rong felt he needed to calm down. After the call ended automatically, he saw the latest voice messages from He Siming.
“He Siming: Jiang Rong, no matter what happens, don’t shoulder it alone. I can take it on with you.”
“He Siming: Will you answer my call?”
“He Siming: I’m very worried about you. Extremely worried.”
“He Siming: Before my business trip, I wanted to tell you something. I hope it’s not too late. What exactly happened to you?”
“He Siming: Whatever it is, we can discuss it together and solve it together.”
He Siming called again.
This time, Jiang Rong’s finger brushed the answer button—and he picked up.
In the video, He Siming appeared under a streetlamp.
“Jiang Rong?”
Jiang Rong sniffed, his voice hoarse from not speaking all day. “Mm.”
He Siming didn’t look well. His expression was tense, and the worry in his eyes was impossible to hide.
“Why have you been ignoring me since yesterday?”
Jiang Rong’s voice was raspy, even a little unsteady.
“I don’t know whether I should talk to you.”
He Siming frowned slightly and got out of the car.
“Weren’t we fine before? Did I do something to make you angry?”
Jiang Rong felt numb from the cold.
“I don’t know. I’m just really sad right now.”
“Why are you sad?”
Jiang Rong’s emotions surged, grievance flooding his heart.
“I’m just sad. It’s all your fault.”
He wasn’t rational right now—he couldn’t be.
He Siming had no idea what had happened. The emotional shift was too sudden. He felt worried, helpless, and at a loss all at once.
“Be good. Stay where you are and don’t move. Wait for me.”
He noticed the blue sign behind Jiang Rong that read the cliché words “I miss you very much at Lovers’ Lake.” At this moment, he was sincerely glad he recognized that sign.
Jiang Rong stared at He Siming on the screen. He looked exhausted. The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard, and the video kept shaking.
He Siming walked while watching Jiang Rong on the screen. He didn’t ask why Jiang Rong was standing outside with a red nose from the cold. There was no time to dig into the reason for his emotional change.
“Jiang Rong, look behind you.”
Jiang Rong stiffly turned his head. “What?”
He Siming’s voice softened. He had never lost his temper with Jiang Rong. He had lost a lot of weight recently, and under the streetlamp his face looked even paler.
“What does the sign behind you say? Can you read it out loud for me?”
Jiang Rong hadn’t slept well these past two days. His mental state was poor, his thoughts chaotic. Learning about the pregnancy had plunged him into despair. When He Siming said something, he simply read it aloud:
“I miss you very much at Lovers’ Lake.”
He Siming chuckled softly. “I know.”
Jiang Rong’s pale face finally showed an expression other than sorrow. He was sensitive right now.
“What do you know?”
He Siming said, “Read it again?”
“I miss you very much at Lovers’ Lake…”
After reading it the second time, Jiang Rong finally realized.
“I miss you too.”
The voice from the phone overlapped with a real voice.
That “I miss you too” didn’t come from the video—it came from behind Jiang Rong.
He had been so focused on the screen that he hadn’t noticed the footsteps approaching.
“Jiang Rong, turn around.”
Startled, Jiang Rong stood up and turned toward the voice.
Wasn’t the city where He Siming was on a business trip two hours away by plane?
When he hadn’t seen him, he wanted to blame him. But when He Siming suddenly appeared in his line of sight, Jiang Rong’s vision blurred.
He pressed his lips together. The moment he saw He Siming, tears fell on their own.
“He Siming…”
He Siming took two steps forward. What greeted him wasn’t gentle reproach, but burning hot tears.
He had never known the words “at a loss” could be so hard to write.
All He Siming could do was pull Jiang Rong into his arms and wipe away his tears—yet the more he wiped, the more Jiang Rong cried.
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Rong clutched He Siming’s unbuttoned wool coat and cried,
“He Siming, I don’t want to be an Omega. I really want to turn back into a Beta. Being an Omega is too hard.”
He Siming heard new terms again. He understood the words individually, but not together in this context.
Was Jiang Rong having some new strange idea again?
He Siming pulled up the hood of his down jacket and cupped Jiang Rong’s cold ears with both hands.
“Then don’t be one. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”
He patted Jiang Rong’s back, letting him cry more freely. Crying it out would help.
These past two days, he must really have suffered some grievance—but who had wronged him?
Jiang Rong buried his face in He Siming’s chest, sobbing softly.
“But gender can’t be changed.”
For some reason, he hadn’t cried at all over the pregnancy these past days. But the moment he saw He Siming, all the grievance overflowed, completely uncontrollable.
This time, He Siming barely understood what he meant by “gender.”
Was Jiang Rong upset because he hadn’t clearly expressed his feelings yet?
All their intimacy proved they were in a same-sex relationship, but Jiang Rong felt insecure about it.
That made sense. He was sensitive by nature. They had been close physically, but He Siming hadn’t given him a sense of security. Jiang Rong might have thought He Siming was just playing around. He had been careless.
He Siming wrapped his arms tightly around Jiang Rong to warm him, his voice softer than ever.
“I understand now. Let’s leave here first. Go back and I’ll explain everything clearly to you, okay?”
“Mm.” Jiang Rong nodded.
His eyes and nose were red from crying, but He Siming had been holding him and blocking the wind. Sensation gradually returned to his face.
He Siming held Jiang Rong’s hand as they walked along the campus road. Many people saw him openly holding someone and couldn’t help but gasp softly.
The aloof campus heartthrob holding someone’s hand in public?
The school idol is in a relationship?!
Jiang Rong pulled his coat hood down. It was night, and people couldn’t clearly tell whether he was male or female.
But He Siming didn’t care about others’ gazes. He only wanted to get Jiang Rong into the car quickly so he could warm up and not sink further into his low mood.
The car couldn’t be driven to the lakeside, so He Siming had walked over after parking. It wasn’t far.
Seeing Jiang Rong still looking pale, He Siming fastened his seatbelt for him.
After starting the car, Jiang Rong asked with heavy nasal congestion, his eyes still red,
“Where are we going?”
“We’re not going back to the dorm tonight. We’re going home first.”
Jiang Rong didn’t want to go back anyway. He knew his current state was terrible—if anyone asked, he wouldn’t know how to explain.
“Mm.” His mood was still low.
While driving, He Siming glanced at Jiang Rong from time to time, watching him sit there with his head lowered, lost in thought.
In truth, Jiang Rong wasn’t thinking about anything.
He Siming’s appearance had dispelled half of his gloom. Crying just now had released another half of the pent-up emotions from the past three days. Now, his silence was mostly because he felt his earlier behavior had been a little overly emotional, making him slightly embarrassed.
After getting out of the car, He Siming was afraid Jiang Rong might refuse to follow him, so he tightly grabbed his wrist and only let go once they were inside.
He Siming handed him slippers, watched him change shoes, hang up his coat, then led him to sit on the sofa.
Though He Siming had been on a business trip, the apartment was cleaned weekly. It was spotless.
The heating was on. Once Jiang Rong sat down, his body warmed up and his mind felt less sluggish.
He Siming poured him a cup of hot water.
Jiang Rong held it and took small sips. Once he was fully warmed, his gaze fell on He Siming, who was squatting in front of him.
It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at He Siming up close—but every time, he found him a bit more handsome.
After Jiang Rong finished the water, He Siming set the cup down, took his hand, and kissed the back of it.
His expression was sincere.
“I’m sorry.”
Jiang Rong’s eyes were full of confusion. “?”
He hadn’t expected that to be the first thing he heard.
He Siming half-knelt in front of him.
“I originally planned to tell you this after I got back from the trip. I should have told you earlier.”
Jiang Rong stayed silent, unsure of what He Siming wanted to say.
“I’ve truly enjoyed our intimacy during this time, but I never meant to be irresponsible. I respect you.”
Jiang Rong continued listening.
He Siming was willing to say everything in one go.
“I want to pursue you, Jiang Rong.”
Jiang Rong’s slightly swollen eyes widened.
“Huh?”
He Siming gently bit his finger.
“What are you ‘huh’-ing for? You don’t agree?”
“No.” Jiang Rong shook his head. He hadn’t expected He Siming to say he wanted to pursue him—it was too sudden.
“Is it because I didn’t make our relationship clear that you got upset?”
Jiang Rong’s finger felt ticklish from the kisses. He shook his head, then nodded again. Surrounded by He Siming’s pheromones, his mind grew clearer. He finally sorted out the reason for his emotional turmoil—He Siming not defining their relationship was only half of it.
He didn’t reject He Siming’s closeness.
“I also have something to tell you.”
He Siming leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips.
“Okay. Go ahead.”
When Jiang Rong was nervous, he liked to fidget with his fingers. But with his hand held, he could only look into He Siming’s eyes.
His eyes were full of anticipation.
“If I give birth to a baby for you, would you like it?”
He Siming had already become quite accustomed to Jiang Rong’s insistence that he could have children. Jiang Rong was progressing much faster than he was—constantly talking about giving him a baby. Every time He Siming heard it, he felt both happy and helpless. After all, Jiang Rong couldn’t really give birth to a child for him… right?
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
“As long as it’s born by you, I’ll like it.”
Jiang Rong asked again to confirm,
“Really?”
He Siming coaxed him,
“Really.” As long as you don’t cry.
“Then wait for me a moment.”
Jiang Rong stood up and went to the entryway, found his backpack.
He Siming was confused. He watched Jiang Rong take out several crumpled sheets of paper and hand them to him.
“What’s this?”
He lowered his head and saw the bold words on the form:
Municipal First Hospital Color Ultrasound Examination Report.
Watching his expression, Jiang Rong said softly,
“He Siming, I’m pregnant.”
He Siming thought he’d misheard.
“…”
Preg—pregnant???
