Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Lawyers Began to Frequently…

Lawyers began to frequently visit the villa, bringing cumbersome contracts and documents for Ji Qingyu to confirm.

“Ji Ran’s songs have accumulated hundreds of millions of streams,” the older lawyer flipped to the next page of the contract. “He has repeatedly stated in public that he is the sole lyricist and composer. This point infringes upon your rights…”

Ji Qingyu helped them complete the remaining work. As the lawyers were about to leave, he stood up: “I hope this matter won’t be blown up.”

“Mr. Ji, you now represent not just yourself, but the Fu Corporation,” the lawyer frowned in confusion. “The relationship between Ji Ran and CEO Fu has always been widely speculated. It’s actually a good thing that he’s taking a stand on your side this time.”

A stand?

Ji Qingyu didn’t speak. He didn’t believe it.

Whether Fu Han was doing this to retaliate against Ji Ran or to protect the reputation of the Fu family head’s wife, it wouldn’t be for him.

He had misinterpreted things too many times; this time, he wouldn’t.

He was the only one left in the huge room. He leaned against the wall, lowering his gaze. His vision was blurry. The empty living room gave him the illusion that he was a bird confined in a box, unable to fly out or stop moving.

He felt a little tired. His hair was loosely tied up. He sat back on the sofa, looking at the serious legal terms on the contract, and glanced out the window.

Outside, the sky was a deep blue, a faint azure wrapped in soft, dark shadows.

He sent a message to Fu Han: “Is there a compromise for the Ji Ran issue?”

Fu Han called half an hour later.

Ji Qingyu answered. Fu Han’s voice was colder than shards of ice, immediately launching into a barrage of sarcasm that pierced Ji Qingyu’s heart: “You two really have deep fraternal affection, don’t you? Well, he was your good helper back then. Now that you’ve finally got what you wanted and married me, of course, you have to repay his kindness.”

Ji Qingyu didn’t even want to reply to that. His fingers gripped the sofa fabric, but his words remained calm, “I beg you.”

After a few seconds, Fu Han hung up the phone.

Ji Qingyu suddenly felt exhausted. All he hoped for was Lin Ying’s recovery.

During this period, controversy was constant. Ji Ran’s performance activities were fully suspended. For his most recent TV program, Fu Han temporarily replaced his song with a classic old one.

Speculation ran rampant. Afterward, all forty-plus of Ji Ran’s songs were removed from all platforms, causing an uproar among fans. Guesses poured in, and the cursing was relentless, but this time, it was mostly directed at Ji Ran.

A few days later, when the lawyers visited again, they brought a new version of the contract. It stated only that the songs were co-created by Ji Ran and Ji Qingyu. In the future, Ji Ran’s concert usage fees would be divided and paid to Ji Qingyu. The Fu Corporation would cooperate with Ji Ran to explain the incident, striving to save face for both parties.

Ji Qingyu opened his music app and suddenly noticed that his name was now in the author field for those songs.

His fingers touched those three characters. The phone screen was bright, and so were his eyes.

He scrolled through his phone and saw that Ji Ran had posted a statement on social media. The general meaning was the same as what the lawyer had said. It seemed both parties had reached a consensus.

Ji Qingyu looked at the comments section of the statement. It was still filled with paid commentators and fans trying to control the narrative, but as marketing accounts dug up Ji Ran’s past scandals, some discordant voices crept in.

“Did Fu Han turn his love for Ji Ran into hatred? Destroy what you can’t have.”

“Ji Ran is a manipulative schemer.”

“Doesn’t Ji Ran have any shame? Isn’t this just plagiarism?”

“Stealing others’ work and having the nerve to say he wrote it himself! Those were clearly his brother’s experiences!”

“The person I hate has finally been exposed!”

Ji Qingyu watched in silence. It was strange. Ji Ran had finally paid some price for what he had done, but Ji Qingyu didn’t feel a ripple of satisfaction in his heart.

On the evening the announcement was released, Fu Han came home early. He seemed to be in an exceptionally bad mood. Ji Qingyu heard him open the door and went over to help him with his jacket, noticing the smell of alcohol clinging to his suit.

Fu Han leaned against the door, his head slightly raised. His hair was a bit messy, scattered across his forehead, watching Ji Qingyu hang his clothes on the rack.

Ji Qingyu turned to the kitchen and brought the egg custard that Wang Sao had kept warm to the table. He intended to call Fu Han over, but Fu Han had already approached without him noticing.

“You’re always like this,” he seemed very drunk, his hand braced on the back of the chair behind Ji Qingyu, blocking the light above Ji Qingyu’s head. He spoke slowly, “Don’t you have anything to say?”

Ji Qingyu was confused. Always, what always? Fu Han might have mistaken him for someone else, or perhaps he had inadvertently done something else to offend him. Regardless, he immediately said, “I’m sorry.”

Fu Han’s expression didn’t improve because of this. His eyelids were slightly red; it was unclear how much he had drunk.

In Ji Qingyu’s memory, Fu Han didn’t like drinking, and even if he did, he never got drunk. Yet, only a short time after their marriage, he had seen Fu Han disoriented like this twice.

Fu Han lowered his head, his eyes gazing flatly at him. Ji Qingyu tried to get up but was pressed back into the seat. Fu Han’s voice was heavy, like water: “Ji Qingyu, adding other people’s names to those songs, did you ask for my opinion?”

Why should I ask for your opinion?

Ji Qingyu didn’t want to argue with a drunk person. He tried to stand up, but Fu Han leaned in and kissed him. There was no smell of alcohol on his breath, only a faint scent of mint lozenges.

“You fundamentally don’t care about anything,” Fu Han murmured to himself, his hand gripping Ji Qingyu’s chin tightly. “You don’t understand anything.”

Ji Qingyu thought that he did have things he cared about, but Fu Han wasn’t on that list.

He was dazed by Fu Han’s kiss, his mind hazy and barely functioning. The back of his head was held fast, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

An ocean of sour plums exploded, drowning him.

Fu Han was so hot. Ji Qingyu felt a tingling numbness everywhere Fu Han touched him. Fu Han’s hand once again landed on the edge of his gland, and he lowered his head to sniff. Ji Qingyu’s pheromones were as faint as water.

Fu Han seemed displeased. He pressed closer again, the scent of plum on him growing stronger, but he received no response. Ji Qingyu’s dried-up body couldn’t respond to him.

The hand clamped around Ji Qingyu’s waist tightened increasingly. An Alpha who couldn’t be soothed by Omega pheromones was always anxious, like a dog with an apple dangling above its head that it could never bite. Ji Qingyu had thought Fu Han would soon find someone else to relieve his desires, instead of demanding that slight amount of pheromone from him here.

Ji Qingyu was helpless. The scars on his gland were permanent. Even with good future recovery, the scent of his pheromones would be very faint.

But Fu Han was very dissatisfied. He looked at Ji Qingyu’s gland again. The scab had fallen off, and the new skin was pink.

Ji Qingyu thought Fu Han was going to bite him and trembled, trying to pull away, but Fu Han only touched the scar.

Ji Qingyu froze. Fu Han kissed him again. Ji Qingyu couldn’t push him away. He was wrapped completely in Fu Han’s embrace. Then, Fu Han played with Ji Qingyu’s lips. Ji Qingyu opened his mouth to speak, which looked exactly like he was deliberately biting Fu Han’s finger.

Fu Han paused for an instant, then stopped, giving a cold, ambiguous smile. His gaze was icy: “You’re certainly good at seducing people.”

“I didn’t…” Ji Qingyu gently grabbed Fu Han’s hand, hoping he would let go.

“Didn’t? Then what does that expression mean?” Fu Han was once again twisting the meaning of his intentions.

Ji Qingyu choked, then, with a hint of reckless abandon, snapped back, “Yes, I… I schemed. I finally got together with you. Why shouldn’t I covet you?”

Ji Qingyu admired Fu Han’s speechless expression for two seconds. A fleeting look of astonishment crossed Fu Han’s face, and he released the hand pinching Ji Qingyu’s chin.

But soon, before Ji Qingyu could escape, Fu Han reacted, biting him with greater force, as if trying to tear him in half.

The night rain was cold. The sound of rain, wrapped in mist, enveloped them in the bedroom. The room was quiet, but two low, hoarse moans came from under the covers.

Fu Han was experienced, and Ji Qingyu knew nothing. He was tossed around on the bed, feeling pain and discomfort, turning into a piece of salted fish being heavily pickled.

In the middle of the night, Ji Qingyu groggily woke up and tried to get water. When he stood up, he felt like his whole body was falling apart, his back incredibly sore. He tried to get up, succeeding only after several attempts.

He knocked his glass to the floor, where it rolled once, sounding jarringly loud in the silent night. Ji Qingyu was afraid of waking Fu Han, but when he turned back, the wide figure still lay motionless on the bed.

Ji Qingyu walked over and reached out to touch him. He snatched his hand back as if branded by a hot iron. Half of his sleepiness vanished instantly.

Ji Qingyu tried to shake him awake from the bed. He patted Fu Han’s back and quietly called his name, but the other man didn’t respond.

He could only call the family doctor at half past midnight, apologizing profusely.

The doctor told Ji Qingyu to find some medicine for Fu Han first and said he couldn’t arrive until later that night.

Ji Qingyu frantically looked for the medicine, but he couldn’t get the pill into Fu Han’s mouth no matter how hard he tried. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, tempted to punch Fu Han’s handsome face a couple of times. He thought that Fu Han was clearly sick, and he wondered where he got the strength to toss him around earlier.

He leaned against the bedside, staring worriedly at the white pill in his hand. A small night light was on by the bed, and he could see Fu Han’s profile when he looked down.

He really is handsome. Ji Qingyu was momentarily lost in thought, reaching out to touch Fu Han’s nose bridge. This usually arrogant face showed a rare vulnerability, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes still closed.

Ji Qingyu stared in a trance, thinking how such a face belonged to such a volatile person.

Fu Han finally slowly opened his eyes, looking at him vaguely. Ji Qingyu froze in place.

“You’re awake. You have a fever. Take your medicine. The doctor will be here soon.” His hand was still on Fu Han’s nose bridge, and he could only offer an awkward smile.

Fu Han grabbed Ji Qingyu’s hand, obediently reaching for the medicine in Ji Qingyu’s palm.

“Wait a moment. Let me ask the doctor if you can take this medicine after drinking.” Ji Qingyu pulled his hand back, deciding to confirm with the doctor again. Fu Han quietly watched him, his gaze fixed on him, unmoving.

Like a quietly lurking wild beast.

Ji Qingyu felt uneasy under his stare. He tucked the blanket around him. After giving him the medicine, he tried to get up to fetch a cold, damp towel, but before he could move, Fu Han grabbed his hand.

“Where are you going?” His voice was incredibly hoarse. Fu Han’s eyes were still red, and his Adam’s apple bobbed once.

“I’m going to get you a towel,” Ji Qingyu said, not arguing with the patient, lowering his voice to soothe him.

Fu Han’s forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were wet. He looked like an arrogant, beautiful sprite in the darkness.

“Will you come back?”

“I will.”

“You’re lying to me.”

“I’m not lying to you.”

Fu Han inexplicably became angry again, turning his back to Ji Qingyu to lie down. This intimate, almost petulant gesture, he might have mistaken Ji Qingyu for Ji Ran.

Ji Qingyu didn’t think he was worthy of such an honor.

A faint, almost illusory whisper came from the darkness: “It was clearly written for me… If you don’t care about the song, do you not care about me either? Who do you care about? I will never forgive you, you liar. If you were going to lie to me, why didn’t you keep lying…”

Fu Han’s voice was too quiet. Ji Qingyu could only catch broken fragments of his words. After piecing them together for a long time, he still didn’t understand what he meant. This version of Fu Han left him helpless. He could only cooperate, repeatedly apologizing and promising he wouldn’t leave.

The night was deep. After an unknown period, the doctor finally arrived. Ji Qingyu gave up his position. After a long thought, he went to the bathroom, soaked a towel in cold water, and handed it to the doctor when he opened the bedroom door.

After finishing, he didn’t dare to leave. He leaned against the door, watching the night outside the window, momentarily lost in thought. He wiped his face again, bit his tongue, a sharp pang of residual pain.

He had never smoked before for the sake of his voice, but now he desperately wanted one, just to briefly numb his nerves.