Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Meeting Ji Ran Was During the Summer…

Meeting Ji Ran was during the summer vacation.

During the summer between the 11th and 12th grades, the bank card wasn’t given, but Fu Han wasn’t angry either. However, Ji Qingyu was constantly harassed by him.

Fu Han often came to the live house with a group of friends to drink.

Whenever Fu Han sat below the stage, chin resting in his hand, staring at him without expression, Ji Qingyu felt unnerved. Yet, Fu Han did nothing but sit and listen to the music.

Fu Han was like an uninvited grim reaper, perhaps finding Ji Qingyu novel, or maybe just simply finding a convenient place to drink.

One time, the crowd was particularly large. That was the first time Ji Qingyu saw Ji Ran.

Ji Ran stood out prominently in the crowd. He wore a bite-guard collar around his neck, an item typically used by the upper class. Wearing a polite and courteous facade, he tossed back an entire glass of Dry Martini, followed by a whole row of shots in front of him, yet he remained sober and completely unaffected.

Fu Han sat in the center of the crowd, arrogant and indifferent, with a casual sense of boredom. He leaned back on the sofa, looking completely uninterested.

The badge on his clothing reflected a cold metallic luster. He was entirely hidden in the darkness. His shirt and tie were nowhere to be seen. His chest was wide open, revealing well-defined abdominal muscles.

The group seemed to have just finished a formal event and came here to drink and relax.

As if sensing Ji Qingyu’s gaze, Fu Han turned his face, his eyes cutting through the crowd and locking onto him.

Ji Qingyu’s breath hitched.

Fu Han’s gaze was cold and deep. His heart hammered uncontrollably in his chest. He could only force his attention onto the guitar, lowering his head slightly to play the first ballad of the day.

“Fu Han,” someone called out loudly. Ji Qingyu could hear it. “That person on stage is from our school.”

“Full scholarship, relying on sponsorships. It’s nothing to mess around with,” the person continued, speaking obsequiously. Ji Qingyu remembered him: Xu Sheng, the son of the CEO of a leading Jing City enterprise. “If you like him, should I get him for you?”

He was the most flamboyant person at school, always seen with different Omegas.

In fact, Fu Han also had different partners.

Ji Qingyu thought they were the same kind of person, born with everything. If ordinary people touched even a tiny part of their world, they would face disaster.

Ji Qingyu felt anxious, his fingers stiff. He contemplated whether he should run away early.

Fu Han listened to Xu Sheng’s flattery, tilted his head, and chuckled, resting his hand on the side of his face, as if he’d heard a joke: “I like him? Why would I like a Cinderella from the slums?”

“You really don’t like him? Then I’m going in?” Xu Sheng first sought the Alpha’s permission. Seeing that Fu Han wasn’t interested, he dared to act. He actually stood up, staring at Ji Qingyu, the plump prey, and said strangely, “Why is this little thing wearing a scarf in such hot weather? Is he in heat?”

“If he’s not in heat, I don’t mind helping him out.”

A round of laughter erupted from the surroundings.

Xu Sheng was smug. For such a powerless little thing, he was confident he would get him.

Ji Qingyu’s eyes were crescent-shaped and smiling, but his demeanor was cold, distant, and carried a touch of melancholy, like the seasonal rain in March, making people unbearably restless.

“Speaking of which, I’ve never played with someone like him before. Coming from the slums, will I be able to get rid of him?” Xu Sheng laughed. “But once you’re tired of the vulgar stuff, a little plain side dish is refreshing.”

Halfway through the ballad, Ji Qingyu stopped. He turned to leave.

Xu Sheng rushed over and grabbed him, holding a bottle of beer, trying to force it into Ji Qingyu’s mouth. None of the bartenders dared to intervene. These arrogant children of privilege were all untouchable.

Ji Qingyu’s hair was gripped, the bottle knocked against his teeth. The stinging liquid was hard to deal with. He struggled desperately, forgetting that he was no longer a Beta, but a naturally weaker Omega.

People whistled, jeered, and screamed.

Fu Han lit a cigarette. His face was obscured by smoke. Half a bottle of alcohol was poured down. Xu Sheng wanted to escalate things. He reached out to tear off the scarf on Ji Qingyu’s neck, uttering vulgar words.

It was then that Fu Han stood up. In the dark light, the cigarette in his hand was blindingly hot. He yanked Xu Sheng’s arm away and punched him.

Xu Sheng’s dissolute and frivolous face was filled with disbelief. His mouth was bruised. Before he could react to what happened, he asked blankly, “Didn’t you say you weren’t interested?”

Fu Han didn’t speak. He stretched his neck, slowly took two steps, casually picked up an unopened wine bottle from the table, and smashed it onto Xu Sheng.

Glass shattered. Xu Sheng screamed, covering his forehead. Blood covered half his face, but he didn’t dare to dodge or curse. A few screams echoed around. Fu Han took a slow puff of his cigarette. Smoke permeated the air. He picked up a new bottle and smashed it into the same spot.

After smashing three bottles in a row, the surroundings were deadly silent. The air seemed to stand still. Ji Qingyu finally recovered, clutching his guitar, stunned in place. Sweat dripped down his forehead to the side of his neck.

“I’m tired,” Fu Han said slowly, pointing with his chin to the remaining bottles on the table. “You can finish the rest yourself.”

The beautiful Omega close to Fu Han was shaking with fear, her body uncontrollably shrinking back.

Ji Qingyu was also terrified.

Only Ji Ran in the whole venue looked normal. He calmly picked up his glass, drank another glass of ice wine, and stared coolly at Ji Qingyu.

Xu Sheng could barely stand. He wanted to beg for mercy but saw the cold smirk on Fu Han’s lips. The black tattoo peeked out from Fu Han’s chest. Xu Sheng tremblingly picked up a bottle. Ji Qingyu suddenly said quietly, “Enough.”

“Don’t smash any more.”

Fu Han’s appearance that day made Ji Qingyu deeply fearful. He almost forgot that Fu Han was always this kind of person. Later, Xu Sheng never showed up again.

Since then, Ji Qingyu gradually had interactions with Ji Ran. Ji Ran sent flowers to Ji Qingyu every day, claiming to be his fan.

Fu Han, however, rarely came back. Ji Qingyu wore that silk scarf for an entire summer. The temporary mark finally faded. Ji Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that it was just the beginning.

The taxi pulled up to the house. Ji Qingyu snapped back to reality and got out with the freshly woken Nannan. Fu Han leaned against the doorway, dressed in casual clothes, raising an eyebrow as he looked at them.

“Come inside and eat,” Fu Han threw out the sentence and went inside first.

Nannan was probably intimidated. She remained quiet, sitting at her seat and eating with her head down. Ji Qingyu, afraid she was shy, kept putting food into her bowl.

Fu Han said, “You’ve already put half a bowl of food in hers. Are you going to eat yourself?”

Ji Qingyu quietly put a few pieces of braised pork into Fu Han’s bowl.

Fu Han stopped talking.

After dinner, Ji Qingyu contacted Nannan’s mother, who apologized profusely, saying she had just finished overtime and would take half an hour to drive over.

Ji Qingyu told Nannan to look around and went to finalize the remaining work with the lawyer.

It was just some supplementary contracts and clauses. As an amateur, he just listened to the lawyer’s instructions. After finishing, he saw the lawyer out, went to Wang Sao to get some juice, and turned around to find both Nannan and Fu Han gone.

He searched around and finally found them in the piano room.

The piano room door was only slightly ajar. Fu Han was sitting next to Nannan. Nannan was vividly recounting something, and Fu Han was supporting his head, casually responding, looking surprisingly focused. Ji Qingyu had an ominous premonition.

“When Teacher Ji first came, he was much thinner than now, and he wasn’t in good spirits. My mom almost didn’t let him continue teaching, but after one class, she insisted he stay,” Nannan recalled. “Teacher Ji has been teaching me for a long time. He has a great temper, but he seems to be in poor health and always looks worried.”

“Was he like this a few years ago? Has nothing changed?” Fu Han asked, holding an orange in his hand, turning it over and over. He seemed to be merely chatting, uncaring. “Still looking half-dead, just getting by?”

“Teacher Ji’s condition was much worse back then. He had to teach so many people and work other jobs,” Nannan was likely enchanted by Fu Han’s good looks. She let her guard down and revealed everything. “You don’t know, he was really miserable back then!”

Fu Han stopped tossing the orange. He frowned. “Someone like him, and he was still doing badly?”

“Of course. He’s not Superman or anything. I asked him back then why he had so many jobs, but he wouldn’t tell me, only saying I was a kid and not to worry about it. Isn’t that discriminating against kids?” Nannan muttered quietly.

Fu Han asked something else. Ji Qingyu couldn’t hear it. Their voices got quieter and quieter, like they were sharing secrets. It went on for a full ten minutes. Ji Qingyu grew more anxious the longer he listened and accidentally pushed the door open.

Squeak. The adult and the child immediately stopped talking.

“Here’s the juice!” Ji Qingyu quickly pretended he had just arrived. He pushed the door open and offered an awkward smile.

Fu Han raised an eyebrow, looking at him. He took the juice, his eyes sizing Ji Qingyu up. “You are too thin. You feel bony to the touch.”

Ji Qingyu gently pulled his hand out of Fu Han’s grip.

He took Nannan’s hand and walked towards the door.

“What were you two talking about just now?” Ji Qingyu asked. “Don’t be fooled by his handsome appearance. He can trick you in a blink.”

Nannan’s small hand held his. She still held the unfinished juice. She took another sip, blinking. “He just asked me if your throat hurt back then, if you needed painkillers, and if you were unhappy about your throat. I told him no. He also asked me how you felt when you first came to teach me, if you were happier or sadder. I told him you were never sad.”

“That’s good,” Ji Qingyu paused, thinking that Fu Han really did care about his throat. Maybe he was disappointed that he couldn’t sing for him whenever he wanted.

“Teacher, I don’t think he’s a bad person, is he?” Nannan asked.

Everyone has different facets. Perhaps Fu Han seemed friendly in front of Nannan, but that wasn’t necessarily true for others.

But Ji Qingyu still said, “Yes, he’s a good person.”

“Then can we invite him to the official performance?” Nannan asked. “I think if a husband loves his wife, he will definitely be proud of her work. That’s what the books say.”

“Forget it,” Ji Qingyu smiled, tidying Nannan’s hair. “He won’t like it. He won’t care about such a small thing.”

“Who said I wouldn’t care?” A cold voice sounded behind him. Fu Han leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking at him lazily. Ji Qingyu didn’t know how long he had been listening there, without a hint of guilt about eavesdropping.

“Then I’ll save you a seat?” Ji Qingyu was startled, his tone somewhat forced. Although the stage play was busy, he hadn’t felt stressed, but the thought of Fu Han coming made him nervous. “You don’t have to force yourself. I know you have a lot going on.”

“Save the seat,” Fu Han said. He didn’t seem to be planning to leave. Nannan’s mother rushed over. Wang Sao said she was already at the door.

Ji Qingyu took Nannan’s hand and walked out. For her last question, Nannan asked, “Brother Fu, who’s the boss at home, you or Teacher?”

Fu Han stood beside Ji Qingyu, looking at him along with Nannan, clearly waiting to hear his answer.

Ji Qingyu gritted his teeth, not wanting to lose face in front of Nannan. He forced a stiff smile and said, “Of course, I am.”

“Brother Fu, is that true?” Nannan looked at Fu Han. Before she could finish, she was taken away by her mother, who was profusely thanking Ji Qingyu.

Ji Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on the door and waving goodbye to Nannan. When he turned back, Fu Han’s eyes were dark as he assessed him. He leaned in aggressively, his tone malicious, “Say that again?”

Ji Qingyu’s fingers curled. He immediately stated, “You’re the boss.”

Fu Han’s eyes deepened further.

Ji Qingyu quickly added, “Whatever you say goes.”

“Of course I’m the boss. You better remember that seriously,” Fu Han seemed pleased by his obedience.

But before Ji Qingyu could relax, the next sentence tightened his heart again: “Since you were so miserable back then, why don’t you try to lie to me one more time? You know, considering our long acquaintance, I wouldn’t leave you to die.”