Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Fu Han Must Have Forgotten…

Fu Han must have forgotten what he did last night. He woke up as if nothing had happened, took a few cold medicines, and reverted to his aloof and arrogant self. Ji Qingyu cooperated by acting like he had forgotten too.

The doctor said it was due to excessive drinking, significant emotional fluctuations, and Fu Han being too overworked recently.

Ji Qingyu didn’t know how tired Fu Han was, and Fu Han never told him.

The doctor gave many instructions, including a lot of advice for him as a family member, but Fu Han paid no attention to his health, still leaving early and returning late every day.

Ji Qingyu couldn’t manage him. He was also busy writing songs and getting busy himself.

Ji Qingyu’s phone rang.

He picked it up and saw it was Nannan. He answered, and the girl’s cheerful voice came through: “Teacher, when are you coming? I’ve finished all my homework. You need to come check it!”

“I’ll go tomorrow,” Ji Qingyu said, then thought for a moment and flipped through the script and new songs he had brought. “Nannan, how is the rehearsal for your part in the stage play going?”

“I’ve been practicing very seriously,” Nannan said.

“Good,” Ji Qingyu said. “You’re on summer vacation now, right? If you want to try, I can gather everyone together.”

“Okay!” Nannan’s voice was joyful, with a few cheers. Ji Qingyu smiled too.

There were many performance halls in Jing City.

He contacted the cheapest one. Even so, it still cost him most of his savings from half a year. The venue was on a small hill. Although it was in the suburbs, it was close to the homes of several of the children.

They began to rehearse. The performance hall owner was a shrewd Alpha. After negotiating with Ji Qingyu, tickets would go on sale in a month. If they didn’t break even, the venue rental fee for that month would double.

Nannan held Ji Qingyu’s hand: “Teacher, don’t worry. We’re all here.”

The theme of the stage play was a rock version of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Ji Qingyu took on all the lyrics and music composition himself, and the children each had different roles.

The music part was written by Ji Qingyu piece by piece and wasn’t very difficult for him. However, the remaining areas he had never touched caused him trouble.

Stage sets, props, everything. He didn’t even dare to bring these things home, as Fu Han would surely call them paper scraps and junk, given his personality.

Ji Qingyu became very busy. Some nights, he was still hunkered down in the performance hall after midnight, contemplating the set design and transitions, revising his notes over and over.

He had started planning this stage play when he first began teaching Nannan and the others. It wasn’t just for the children to gain experience from a formal performance setting; it was also for himself. He hoped to create more of his own work.

When people do what they love, they never feel tired.

When Ji Qingyu came home, the entire house was dark. His movements were very light; he didn’t want to provoke Fu Han. He collapsed onto the guest room bed and fell asleep. For several consecutive days, he didn’t see Fu Han, which ironically made him feel relieved.

Until one night, he came home and saw the light on in the guest room.

Fu Han sat by the bed, looking displeased.

Ji Qingyu checked his phone. It was already three in the morning. Fu Han had clearly gone out for a meeting early this morning, so why wasn’t he asleep yet?

Ji Qingyu smiled politely, his back pressed against the door. Fu Han seemed to finally notice his presence, shifting his gaze from the book in his hand to Ji Qingyu, slowly raising an eyebrow.

“What are you standing there for?” Fu Han asked. “Come and lie down.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Ji Qingyu said with an awkward smile, unsure where to put his feet. Fu Han’s expression was difficult to discern in the dim light. His thin lips were pressed together, like a Buddha statue in the night.

“Are… are you going to sleep here? This bed is a bit small. It might be cramped,” Ji Qingyu cautiously reminded him, his smile carrying a hint of appeasement.

Fu Han didn’t seem to understand what he meant. He impatiently ran his hand through his hair, revealing a smooth forehead, which made his already sharp features even more angular. He tilted his chin, “In my house, do I need your permission to sleep somewhere?”

“No, no need,” Ji Qingyu said. “Then you rest. I’ll go to the master bedroom.”

Fu Han’s expression had an ominous, storm-like quality.

Drowsiness made his patience exceptionally thin. He casually tossed the book on his lap onto the bedside. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were cold. “Ji Qingyu, you’ve been coming home after midnight for the past few days. Is this a hotel? You don’t even say hello, you just sleep and leave?”

“I’m still not well, and you also need rest,” Ji Qingyu didn’t know what was bothering Fu Han now. He was also very tired and didn’t want to engage, so his tone softened, pleadingly saying, “I was afraid of disturbing you. Can you not come again tonight?”

“Why not?” Fu Han exhaled slowly. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. A fierce tattoo spiraled across his muscles, seemingly alive, the beast glaring fiercely.

“I… I already said, I’m not well.”

“And so?”

“So I’m uncomfortable, I can’t take it. I… I’ll let you hold me, is that okay?” Ji Qingyu’s face was flushed and hot as he tried to resist. He really was exhausted.

“What kind of condition is that? I can hold you right now,” Fu Han remained casually leaning against the bed, tilting his head with interest, and speaking softly.

Ji Qingyu didn’t know what to do. He lowered his head, his hair hanging down, his voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz. “Then, I’ll hold you, is that okay?”

“What?” Fu Han raised an eyebrow. “You hold who?”

Ji Qingyu’s voice was even quieter. He clenched his hands, cursing Fu Han several times internally, but still obediently said, “Hold… husband.”

Fu Han chuckled, looking at him playfully. Unusually, he didn’t object. He stared at Ji Qingyu for a long time under the light, then turned off the light, rolled over, and presented a cold back.

Saying such a thing, even Ji Qingyu, with his thick skin, felt embarrassed. He took off his clothes, changed into pajamas, and scurried into bed like a hamster, curling up under the covers.

The two of them had to lie closely pressed together on the small bed. He extended his hand and placed it on Fu Han’s waist.

The Alpha’s body temperature was too hot.

Ji Qingyu thought this, but he was too tired. His eyelids drooped, and he uncontrollably fell asleep. The faint scent of plum, wrapped in a cool, refreshing aroma, allowed Ji Qingyu’s long-strained nerves to relax.

In his dream, someone was gently and rhythmically patting his back. He felt the back of his neck was cool, and a comforting herbal scent lingered at his nostrils.

He slept soundly all night. When the alarm clock rang, he slowly opened his eyes. The space beside him was empty.

He was reluctant to admit it, but this was the best night’s sleep Ji Qingyu had had in a long time.

Fu Han had left again.

Ji Qingyu went to the performance hall as usual. There were no performances scheduled recently, so the hall was empty, with only one uncle sitting in a seat watching them rehearse.

Nannan played the guitar several times; all the notes were right, but when combined with the dancing, she started making mistakes.

Ji Qingyu’s forehead began to sweat. He didn’t show it on his face, still encouraging her, “Don’t rush. Let’s try one more time. Take it slow.”

He winced with a pain in his back when he squatted down, so he remained standing below the stage, watching them rehearse. Without realizing it, someone appeared next to him.

The uncle held a thermos cup, his nose perched with thin-rimmed glasses. “Who choreographed that dance for the little girl? It’s too difficult for kids, and it doesn’t match the music.”

“I hired someone online,” Ji Qingyu said, a little defensively. “Who are you?”

“I’m the security guard here. I’m in charge of the performance hall and the woods on the hill. I live on the back hill,” the uncle adjusted his glasses and instructed Nannan, “Little girl, stop dancing and watch how I do it.”

Ji Qingyu found it slightly absurd. Projecting his concern, he worried the uncle might throw out his back. But then, the uncle found a red rope, tied it around his waist, and looked quite serious. He put the thermos cup into Ji Qingyu’s hand. “The rest of you kids, stop playing and come watch.”

“You, young man, you look pretty, but why are you so slow? Go play the accompaniment for me.” Ji Qingyu realized the uncle was calling him and immediately complied. He placed the thermos cup on the piano and tentatively sat down.

After the song ended, Ji Qingyu’s eyes were wide. This person was definitely a professional. He literally wanted to beg him to be their dance teacher.

“A hidden master, you’re amazing! My eyes couldn’t leave you just now,” Ji Qingyu showered him with the highest compliments he could think of. The uncle was clearly pleased and patted Ji Qingyu’s shoulder.

“In my younger days, ahem, I was brilliant too,” the uncle said. “Just call me Lin Feng.”

“How brilliant?” Ji Qingyu probed.

“A star actor in the neighborhood committee drama troupe,” Lin Feng said without modesty. “Teaching you greenhorns is more than enough.”

“Young man, I see you have dark circles under your eyes, and your back is bad at such a young age. Are you severely lacking in exercise?” Perhaps because Ji Qingyu was sweet-talking him, Lin Feng showed extra concern.

Ji Qingyu smiled a bit tragically.

With Uncle Lin Feng’s help, today’s rehearsal time was cut by one-third. When the parents came to pick them up, it was before dinner time.

Nannan’s mother was very busy with work and couldn’t come early. Her father happened to be away on a business trip. Ji Qingyu thought about it and decided to end his solo overtime early, planning to take Nannan to the mall for some food.

But before they could get on the bus, Fu Han’s video call came through.

“Come home for dinner tonight. The lawyers will also be here to finalize your copyright case,” Fu Han looked a little tired. His secretary was next to him, bowing his head and flipping pages, handing him documents.

“I need to have dinner with a student. I might not be able to make it back,” Ji Qingyu said softly.

There was silence on the other end for a moment. Fu Han must have seen the little imp Ji Qingyu was holding hands with. Nannan looked at Fu Han and whispered to Ji Qingyu, “Wow, he’s so handsome!”

“Bring her along to eat,” Fu Han said. Then someone called “CEO Fu.” His gaze swept over Ji Qingyu’s face twice, and he hung up, saying, “Gotta go.”

Ji Qingyu was a bit helpless. He squatted down, holding Nannan’s shoulders, asking in a tone of consultation, “Nannan, do you want to come home with the teacher for dinner? If you feel uncomfortable, we can eat out. The teacher is fine either way.”

“Let’s go!” Nannan was a little excited. “Teacher Ji, your husband is so handsome! He’s absolutely my type!”

Ji Qingyu was silent for a moment, deciding that Nannan’s taste in men was lacking.

The drive home was much longer than the drive to the mall. Ji Qingyu called a taxi. Nannan kept her eyes wide open the entire way. Seeing her like this, Ji Qingyu was already worried that if Fu Han ignored Nannan later, she would be scarred for life.

“Teacher Ji, let me tell you a secret: I’ve actually seen all the recent online stuff,” Nannan leaned against Ji Qingyu. “They said a lot of mean things, but I know what kind of person you are. You shouldn’t listen to them. Teacher Ji, if your husband really has something going on with your brother, no matter how handsome he is… I… I won’t like him…”

Nannan was, after all, only a fourth grader. Her energy was limited, and she slowly closed her eyes due to the taxi’s bumpy ride.

Ji Qingyu lowered his shoulder, allowing Nannan’s head to rest in a comfortable position.

The shadows of the trees passed by the window, the faint yellow light making everything feel somewhat unreal. Half of the long summer had passed, and the sound of cicadas had weakened.

The in-car radio was playing entertainment news, the tone exaggerated. “Fu Han has appeared multiple times in the VIP section of Ji Ran’s concerts. Now, the two are entangled in a copyright dispute. We wonder if Fu Han is still hung up on Ji Ran.”

The driver seemed to recognize Ji Qingyu, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. Ji Qingyu awkwardly avoided his gaze, his heart clenching, his thoughts pulled back to the summer six years ago by the radio.

It was just as hot then, making people feel irritated and weary.