Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Forget It, Why Bring Humiliation…

Forget it. Why bring humiliation upon himself?

He finally gave up.

A few days before the performance, Ji Qingyu felt anxious and compulsively began cleaning up clutter in the house. In the villa’s piano room, he found a wooden box, tucked away in the deepest part of the closet and obscured by various items.

Ji Qingyu wiped the dust from the box with his hand, flicked the golden latch to the side, and with a rhythmic click, he opened the lid.

Inside were many empty pheromone inhibitor bottles. The glass bottles lay haphazardly, and underneath them was a thin injection logbook.

The record was highly regular, indicating an injection cycle almost every few months, three times a day during the injection period, with the dosage increasing over time. This was completely abnormal.

This suggested that the Omega’s heat was almost always unsatisfied. Without sufficient Alpha pheromones, they had to rely on medication. Ji Qingyu knew that only Omegas who had been permanently marked would have such a violent reaction during heat.

They intensely craved their partner’s pheromones. If the amount received was insufficient, the desire in their body would continue to burn relentlessly.

Some Alphas would even manipulate Omegas with pheromones, extending their heat to satisfy their own selfish desires.

This was not a good thing.

Ji Qingyu had struggled through six years with the cheapest, lowest-quality inhibitors. His healthy body became frail, and his reaction time and concentration had also declined.

The logbook recorded that this Omega relied on inhibitors for as long as eight years.

This meant this Omega was chronically controlled by his Alpha partner.

Ji Qingyu’s palms felt cold. He flipped to the last page, which read “Luo Sheng.” He felt his heart, which had been suspended, die a little.

Besides the logbook, there were two letters, likely for Fu Han. Ji Qingyu didn’t read them. He organized everything, finding it odd that Fu Han hadn’t taken this box with him too, perhaps he had forgotten.

He decided to ask Wang Sao what things Fu Han would take. Before he could find her, Fu Han’s assistant suddenly came to visit.

“Madam, CEO Fu sent me to find two letters.” He looked anxious, almost tearful when he saw Ji Qingyu. “He said they are in a wooden box, and they are very important.”

“Wait for me for a moment.” Ji Qingyu thought, Sure enough. He handed the box and the letters to the assistant. He wanted to say goodbye but noticed the assistant standing there hesitating.

“What’s wrong? You can speak, don’t be afraid,” Ji Qingyu poured the assistant a glass of warm water.

“Madam, CEO Fu has been in a bad mood these past two days. I made a mistake at work and angered him. If I go now, I’ll be scolded,” the assistant seemed embarrassed, his face as red as a baboon’s behind. “Could you come with me, Madam? Just for a little while. I’ll be done delivering the letters right away.”

Ji Qingyu thought that his presence would only pour oil on the fire. It might only be a light scolding originally, but with his interference, the assistant might be fired immediately.

He initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the assistant’s pleading eyes softened his heart. He also figured that Fu Han treated everyone the same, and maybe his presence could redirect some of the focus.

He and the assistant got into the car. There was a cool sandalwood fragrance inside. Both sat in silence. The assistant spoke first: “Madam, CEO Fu put your wedding photos on his desk. He put up several of them.”

“Oh,” Ji Qingyu said woodenly. His hair was tied in a low ponytail, softly resting on his shoulder. His hands were intertwined, holding the box. He slowly asked, “Is it because he often has clients and partners visiting his office?”

Maintaining a good family image was important.

“Madam, the CEO stopped working overtime for a while, but then he started again. I asked him, and he said there was no one home…” The assistant’s voice trailed off. “Were you very busy recently?”

Ji Qingyu forced a smile. “Not really, just busy for no reason.”

The assistant was chatty. After a while, he couldn’t help but say, “Actually, I used to be a Fu Ran CP fan, but now I unconditionally support you two! I still have many videos from your wedding with the CEO saved on my phone.”

Ji Qingyu was momentarily stunned. A phone was thrust into his hand. The video on the screen had a high view count. It was from when he and Fu Han were exchanging vows. Fu Han’s hand was around his waist, looking down at him. That gaze was somewhat scorching. Ji Qingyu quickly handed the phone back to the assistant.

Before he could say anything, the driver pulled a sharp turn, and the car stopped in front of the corporation building. Ji Qingyu cautiously followed the assistant upstairs. The elevator doors on the top floor had just opened when he heard a burst of scolding.

Looking back, the assistant pushed him into the office and disappeared.

Ji Qingyu held the box, looking a bit lost as he stumbled in. Fu Han was the same as usual: outwardly calm but intimidating. The people in front of him were trembling. The heavy atmosphere was broken by Ji Qingyu’s intrusion.

“Why are you here?” Fu Han’s frown deepened. His tone was cold and distant. He dismissed the subordinates and then tugged at his tie, leaning against the desk.

“I, I came to deliver something,” Ji Qingyu glanced around with his peripheral vision. There were no wedding photos on the table. He quickly handed over the box, wanting to leave immediately.

“Stop right there.” Fu Han’s voice cooled. Ji Qingyu felt like he had been hit by a paralyzing charm and immediately didn’t dare to move.

Fu Han tapped the box. The sound was crisp and slow. “Did you look at what’s inside?”

“No,” Ji Qingyu thought, I’ll just pretend you’re only talking about the letters.

Fu Han, however, opened the box and took out the two letters, slowly unfolding them in his hand. “These were written by my other father. His name is Luo Sheng.”

“Where is he now?” Ji Qingyu played along with Fu Han’s words.

“I don’t know. He left me and walked away. He left when I was eight years old and hasn’t returned once since.” Fu Han tossed the letters back into the box. The glass bottles made small clinking sounds. Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han, not understanding why he was suddenly telling him these things.

The office curtains were half-drawn. The sunlight outside didn’t reach the corner where they were. Fu Han’s face wore a noncommittal expression, and he didn’t appear sad.

Ji Qingyu often felt that Fu Han was a creature without emotion, displaying only this single expression regardless of the situation, making him unreadable and very distant.

Fu Han spoke matter-of-factly, as if talking about someone else’s life. “It was raining heavily the day he left. The downpour covered all traces. No one knows where he went. Fu Yunbai turned all of Jing City upside down looking for him, and over the years, countless people have been sent to search across the country, but he has never been found.”

“When he was still around, I often felt he was easily soft-hearted. If any servant at home said a few kind words to him, he would be happy for a long time.” Fu Han took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and then resisted lighting it.

Fu Han’s face was covered in a layer of frost. Ji Qingyu couldn’t decipher the slightest bit of emotion in his heart and could only listen silently.

“Later, he cut a wound on his gland.”

Ji Qingyu’s heart tightened. He looked up at Fu Han. An Omega destroying their own gland—no one knew the consequences. Without the gland to provide a continuous supply of hormones, it was fatal for an Omega.

Ji Qingyu thought, I was briefly a mother. I know that if a mother is still alive, she will always worry about her child. This was like the mutual attraction between A and O, a natural law that couldn’t be violated. Even after nearly six years, remembering the child he lost still caused him pain.

How desperate must Luo Sheng have been to choose never to return, never to see his child again? Or perhaps he died on the run long ago.

“Why are there so many used inhibitor bottles?” A kinship of suffering grazed Ji Qingyu’s heart. He couldn’t help but ask.

“Because Fu Yunbai is a pervert.” Intense hatred flowed between Fu Han’s lips and teeth. “He himself couldn’t tell if he loved the other person more or hated them more. Maybe he was simply insecure, afraid my mom would leave him.”

“So he strung Luo Sheng along, withholding pheromones? Forcing Luo Sheng to beg him?” Ji Qingyu felt a wave of sadness. Why could Alphas mark countless Omegas, while for an O, once marked, it was like being locked in a cage from which they could never escape, forced to beg for scraps like a dog?

Ji Qingyu felt that Luo Sheng was right to leave. He should run far away, to a place no one could find him.

“I will never forgive Fu Yunbai. And of course, I won’t forgive Luo Sheng. Nor will I let you off,” Fu Han closed the wooden box and placed it on the desk. “What you did is no different from them, perhaps even worse.”

Ji Qingyu curled his fingers, speechless.

Fu Han’s indifferent gaze landed on Ji Qingyu’s face. The way he looked at him, like an object, sent chills down Ji Qingyu’s spine. He wondered if Fu Han had also inherited Fu Yunbai’s genes and would inflict the same brutality on him.

It was ironic. Without Fu Han lifting a finger, Ji Qingyu had already endured such torture for six years.

Ji Qingyu didn’t want to listen anymore. He turned to leave.

Fu Han’s hand wrapped around Ji Qingyu’s lower abdomen from behind. His tone was extremely cold, with a hint of probing as he asked, “Ji Qingyu, is there anything you’re hiding from me? Now is still the time to tell me.”

Ji Qingyu closed his eyes, only wanting to leave. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ji Qingyu felt Fu Han’s grip on his abdomen grow stronger. Fu Han was getting angrier. Fu Han had been acting erratically these past two days, and Ji Qingyu couldn’t figure out the reason for this inexplicable anger.

Fu Han’s emotions were always too deeply hidden. Ji Qingyu’s mind wasn’t sharp enough to find the root cause, but he also didn’t want to just keep saying sorry anymore.

He felt immense sympathy for Luo Sheng: a husband who was an obsessive maniac, a son who resented his departure, a damaged gland, a great future ruined, perhaps no chance to return to the stage, forced to live under a false name. Or perhaps he didn’t even have the chance to live under a false name and was already a ghost.

Who cared how Luo Sheng had lived all these years?

He felt his heart aching in sympathy. If he thought about it, wasn’t his experience similar to Luo Sheng’s? Only he couldn’t even run away, making it even more tragic.

Fu Han was very dissatisfied with his answer. It seemed like more and more cruel words were about to spill from his handsome mouth, but in the end, he only grabbed Ji Qingyu’s wrist and dragged him toward the lounge.

As he was thrown onto the bed, Ji Qingyu saw the photo frames on the bedside table, all turned face down. He couldn’t see the contents. The Alpha revealed his sharp teeth. Ji Qingyu suddenly remembered his own child. He had aborted his child himself. Those hopeless days and nights six years ago forced his decision.

Poverty, sickness, debt—how could he have brought that child into the world?

Yet, even while comforting himself this way, Ji Qingyu’s abdomen still hurt terribly. He was heartbroken and in excruciating pain. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his gaze unfocused. He regretted his choice immensely now, suffering the consequences every moment. He thought, Fu Han was right. He is not a good mother.

Fu Han leaned in again, gripping the hand Ji Qingyu used to stare with so tightly that the raw pain surged through him.

Fu Han’s teeth touched Ji Qingyu’s gland, seeming ready to bite down viciously the next second.