The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 91 - Wreckage

The car moved smoothly through the familiar roads, passing by towering buildings and tree-lined streets. Jian leaned back against the plush seat, feeling the gentle hum of the engine beneath him.

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his face filled with regret. "I'm so sorry for the mishap yesterday, Master Jian. I had no idea that person would be so treacherous as to imitate you. I should have been more careful. But I stupidly picked him up and left you behind..." He trailed off, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "I'm truly sorry about that."

Jian turned to him with a small smile. "It's okay. That person is quite tricky to deal with," he reassured, though a flicker of something dark passed through his mind. Bian... That bastard had really gone too far this time.

His phone buzzed again—an endless stream of messages and calls flooding in. Jian sighed, pulling it out of his pocket. As expected, it was from his first cousin, Li Wang.

[12 missed calls]

Li Wang: Jian, what the hell happened?!

Li Wang: Why am I only finding out now?!

Li Wang: Pick up the damn phone.

Li Wang: Are you okay? Call me NOW.

Jian rubbed his temple, exhaling through his nose. He could already imagine his cousin pacing around in frustration. Li Wang had been out on a business trip, completely unaware of yesterday's chaos. Now that he knew, he was in full protective mode.

Rather than call, Jian quickly typed back: I'm completely fine and safe. Stop spamming.

A reply came immediately: "Like hell, I'm stopping. I swear, if I was there, I would have broken that imposter's legs. That bastard—!!"

Jian chuckled under his breath but didn't bother replying again.

The car was gliding smoothly down the road when, out of nowhere, the driver cussed loudly and yanked the wheel to the side.

Jian barely had time to react before a massive force slammed into the vehicle's side, sending it careening off the road. His body lurched violently, his head colliding with the glass window with a sickening crack. A sharp pain shot through his skull as the world spun around him.

The car tumbled down into a ditch, landing with a deafening crash. Shattered glass rained over him. Jian lay there, his vision flickering as warm, golden blood trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the broken shards below.

His breath came out in ragged gasps. No... I can't bleed out here... People will find out...

A sudden tremor shook the ground. Then, without warning, the car was wrenched upward. A force unlike anything Jian had ever felt flipped the vehicle midair before slamming it back onto the road, right-side up. His barely-conscious body was jerked violently by the impact.

His head lolled to the side, his unfocused gaze falling upon the broken window.

Something moved.

A slithering, black appendage crept in, curling over the shattered edges.

Jian's breath caught in his throat. His muscles locked up in fear as the slimy, tentacle-like thing snaked its way inside, inching toward him.

Then—CRACK.

The car door was ripped from its hinges and hurled aside like it weighed nothing.

Jian's limp body was yanked upward. Multiple slick, inky-black tentacles coiled around him, lifting him effortlessly into the air. Their hold was suffocating, unyielding. His arms dangled uselessly at his sides, his golden blood leaving faint streaks along the creature's grip.

He barely had the strength to lift his head. But as his hazy eyes focused on the monstrous form before him, a realization struck him like a lightning bolt.

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The invasion... It's here.

His mind screamed for him to fight, to break free, but his body wouldn't respond. His vision blurred further, the darkness creeping in faster than he could resist.

The last thing he saw was the creature's glowing, beady eyes staring right at him.

Then, the world went black.

Bian stood at a distance, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His hands trembled, but not out of fear—out of sheer exhilaration. His eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he watched the monstrous alien hoist Jian's limp body out of the wrecked car, holding him up like a discarded doll.

The once-pristine golden boy, the favored heir, the one who had everything, now looked utterly powerless. Blood—golden and unnatural—dripped from Jian's forehead, staining the creature's slimy tentacles. His head lolled to the side, his body unresponsive.

A sick, twisted satisfaction curled in Bian's chest. Finally. Finally, someone else was dragging Jian down instead of lifting him up.

But as much as he wanted to stay and relish the sight of his enemy being reduced to nothing, a sharp realization slammed into him.

The aliens weren't paying attention to him.

His breath hitched. His heart pounded against his ribs. If they weren't looking at him, it meant he still had a chance to escape. He had to leave now.

Slowly, carefully, he took a step back. Then another. His feet barely made a sound against the dirt, but his pulse roared in his ears. His entire body was tense, waiting for one of those creatures to turn around, to notice him, to reach out and drag him into whatever nightmare they had planned for Jian.

They were all too focused on their precious golden-blooded captive.

And that was Bian's cue.

Without another second of hesitation, he turned and ran.

His legs burned as he sprinted, his breath coming in harsh, desperate gasps. He didn't dare look back. He didn't need to. The horrifying image of those slithering appendages, of Jian's unconscious form being carried away, was burned into his mind.

He ran past the wreckage, past the roadside ditch, past the trees that loomed like silent witnesses to his escape. His limbs screamed for rest, but he pushed forward. He needed to be far, far away before the aliens decided they wanted another human prize.

Jian was doomed. That was all that mattered.

Once he was safe, he could watch Jian's life crumble from a distance. He would savor it. Jian, the perfect one, the chosen one, was now nothing more than prey.

And he?

He was free.