Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Ji Qingyu’s Heart Was Actually…

Ji Qingyu’s heart was actually completely unperturbed.

Fu Han had been like this since high school—always with a “beauty by his side.”

Ji Qingyu had nothing to say.

In his senior year of high school, the library corner often had only the two of them, along with some Omegas who came seeking attention. The hierarchy of high society was clear. The second generation of heirs also carried a clear measure in their hearts: whoever could attach themselves to the Fu family and establish a connection with Fu Han, their own family’s future could advance.

The increasing frequency of Omegas seeking him out made Ji Qingyu uncomfortable. He hugged his fairy tale book and walked to the checkout desk to scan his student ID.

Fu Han appeared behind him without him noticing, leaning down to take the book from the checkout machine. It was almost an embrace. Fu Han’s voice carried amusement.

“What’s wrong? Are you angry?”

“Why should I be angry?” Ji Qingyu ignored Fu Han. He just tried to snatch the book back from his hands and leave, but Fu Han grabbed his knitwear collar and pulled him back.

It was already autumn. The leaves were yellowing and constantly swaying outside the transparent classroom windows. Students in pairs were laughing and playing. Fu Han placed a container of strawberry yogurt in Ji Qingyu’s hand. Fu Han’s tone was rare in its gentleness, like the warm sun on an autumn afternoon, easily capable of charming a first-love Omega into a dizzy state. “Come on, what do they have to do with me?”

Then what do I have to do with you?

Ji Qingyu didn’t say the words, but he also didn’t leave. He spent the entire afternoon curled up on the sofa with Fu Han. He read fairy tales and then leaned on the desk to write songs, his pen tapping lightly. Fu Han was reading a contract. There were too many words, and Ji Qingyu wasn’t interested. That day, he and Fu Han were unusually close, their elbows bumping occasionally, but Ji Qingyu didn’t feel disturbed.

Towards evening, Fu Han took a call and said he had to leave early due to family matters. Ji Qingyu read for a while alone, felt bored, and left as well.

He slowly walked out along the school’s asphalt road, wearing a short cashmere sweater over a shirt, with wired headphones in his ears. The white headphone cord swayed with his steps. He was somewhat distracted. The wind swept past his side. The air carried the scent of wet soil and grass.

On such an evening, he seemed to have nothing to worry about. He stepped on the golden fallen leaves, which crunched beneath his feet, but he suddenly stopped when he clearly saw the scene in front of him.

A sports car was parked at the school gate. Standing next to it was a woman who looked pure and beautiful but had an exceptionally mature demeanor. Her evening dress made her look like a mermaid. She held a platinum bag and was playing with her phone intermittently.

Fu Han familiarly put his arm around the woman’s serpentine waist, whispered a few words in her ear, and got into the car.

Ji Qingyu couldn’t hear anything anymore. His headphones were playing a secret love song, but his mind was filled only with ringing ears. Fu Han was a bird soaring in the sky, and he was a wild blade of grass by the road. But even though he knew this long ago, he still felt sad.

Ji Qingyu found it hard to describe the feeling he had then—it was much more intense than the present. Now, he felt nothing, not a single pang of pain or heartache, because he was no longer eighteen.

Ji Qingyu shook his head, rejecting Ji Ran’s malicious offer, his tone flat. “I won’t join in on the fun.”

If he upset Fu Han, he would be the one suffering the consequences.

Ji Ran raised an eyebrow. The middle-aged man mixing drinks placed another Cosmopolitan in front of Ji Ran. The red liquid sloshed, and the foam created an illusion. Everything dissolved into alcohol and dreams.

Ji Ran twirled the glass, then suddenly changed the subject. “But even though the Omegas around him keep changing, Fu Han is indeed formidable. At eighteen, he was able to take down his own uncle. You see, now his uncle has nothing left and can only beg the Fu family for a little bit of past kindness like a lapdog. Victory and defeat—this world is just that cruel.”

Ji Ran tapped the wine glass, his eyes holding a hint of disdainful coldness, yet he was still smiling. “For someone like Fu Han, even if I were forced to marry him, I wouldn’t be sure I could keep hold of him. Marriage is like business. One must calculate carefully and profit from it.”

The bartender laughed softly, as if he hadn’t heard Ji Ran’s sarcasm. Only then did Ji Qingyu realize he was Fu Yunsheng, Fu Yunbai’s younger brother and Fu Han’s uncle.

Six years ago, he nearly wrested the Fu Corporation from Fu Yunbai’s hands, but ultimately lost to Fu Han. His elaborate plans fell through. All his trump cards were taken away. Fu Yunbai even humiliated him by making him mix drinks here.

Ji Qingyu felt a pang of sadness.

Their lives went through massive ups and downs, plunging to the bottom like a roller coaster and taking turns. No one’s life was always smooth. Happiness always seemed to break off just when it seemed complete. Happiness was like foam—the more one tried to grab it, the more it shattered.

But Fu Han was different. He was always high above, never having to admit defeat.

“Where is Fu Han?” Ji Qingyu heard his own voice asking. Ji Ran was looking at the sour lemon in his glass and laughed when he heard Ji Qingyu’s question.

“What, changed your mind?”

“I just want to see it with my own eyes,” Ji Qingyu said slowly. He reassured himself, Just one look, then I’ll leave immediately.

Golden music flowed through the winery. The damp, cold air seeped in from the balcony, making Ji Qingyu feel chilled. Ji Ran stood up and led Ji Qingyu upstairs.

Fu Yunbai and Ji Deyong were still discussing something, laughing loudly, arms draped over each other’s shoulders. But as soon as their interests collapsed, today’s allies would tear a piece of flesh from the other’s back.

The second floor consisted of private rooms for guests, quiet and secluded, without even surveillance cameras. The private dealings of the elite always happened in these shady corners.

“The room at the end, on the left. Here’s the key card,” Ji Ran’s eyes curved in a smile. “Go for it, Brother.”

“Even if you don’t believe it, I’ve always supported you. Don’t forget, without that Omega and me, you wouldn’t be where you are today,” Ji Ran slowly said. “You haven’t forgotten her, have you?”

Ji Qingyu ignored Ji Ran. His phone was in his pocket. Pressing a button could summon emergency help. He also carried a potent inhibitor. Nothing serious would happen.

Ji Ran leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed, his leg slightly bent. Ji Qingyu thought he had indeed drunk too much tonight. He walked unsteadily on the carpet.

“Brother, before you go, let me give you a kind reminder,” Ji Ran spoke quietly. “Remember the big gift I gave Fu Han? I thought the fuse would have burned out and exploded long ago, but he hasn’t done anything for so long. Do you think he doesn’t care about you at all, or does he care too much?”

Ji Qingyu’s brain was slightly foggy from the alcohol. He ignored Ji Ran’s words and kept walking forward. At some point, Ji Ran left.

Ji Qingyu’s heart felt heavy. He walked to the door and found it slightly ajar. Fu Han was leaning against the bed. There was indeed a male Omega sitting on the floor, but the two were not doing what he had imagined. The Omega was merely weeping on the floor.

“Fu Han, I can do it. I’m willing to do anything. I can abandon everything for you, bear your children. What’s so good about that inferior person? You two don’t have any feelings for each other, right?” The Omega’s voice was clearly distraught and choked with sobs. His hand was loosely clutching the hem of Fu Han’s suit trousers.

“You seem to be mistaken about something,” The cigarette in Fu Han’s hand burned wantonly. The pungent nicotine fumes made the Omega cough uncontrollably. The handsome little face was filled with sorrow. Fu Han continued mercilessly, “How things are between him and me is none of your business.”

The Omega’s tears mixed with his elaborate makeup, but he still clung to Fu Han’s suit hem, unwilling to give up.

Ji Qingyu’s fingers gripped the door panel tightly.

The Omega stood up in a breakdown, shouting loudly, “You just don’t understand! I’m better than him in every way! Why can’t I have you? He’s uglier than me, and not smart. So what if he can write a couple of songs? I can too!! My family background is better than his. I—”

“Are you done talking?” Before he could finish, Fu Han’s voice deepened. “You don’t measure up to him in any way.”

Fu Han’s voice returned to its emotionless tone. His gaze moved away from the Omega, not lingering for a moment. He vanished into the darkness once more.

The Omega was frightened into silence. After a few seconds of shock, he rushed out hysterically, crashing into Ji Qingyu, who was still standing stunned at the doorway. Ji Qingyu quickly waved his hands, explaining awkwardly, “I didn’t hear anything.”

The Omega was stunned for a moment, then covered his face, slamming his shoulder hard against Ji Qingyu’s. He ran away dejectedly.

Ji Qingyu stumbled from the impact, his shoulder throbbing. But he sighed inwardly, watching the Omega run away, feeling a shared sense of sadness.

He felt that he would face the same fate eventually. It was only a matter of time. He rubbed his shoulder, thinking that since it was a misunderstanding, he could leave now. Before he could take two steps, the person behind him stopped him.

“What are you doing here?” The door was pushed open from the inside by Fu Han. He looked slightly perplexed, but quickly returned to his usual calm, as if nothing had happened. Fu Han smiled. “Are you that worried about me?”

Before Ji Qingyu could say anything, Fu Han pulled him inside.

“You’ve got the guts to come and catch me in the act,” Fu Han’s hand slowly adjusted Ji Qingyu’s tie. His voice lifted, and his mood seemed to have improved. “How much did you hear just now?”

“I just arrived. I didn’t hear anything,” Ji Qingyu muttered.

Fu Han’s hand lightly traced Ji Qingyu’s Adam’s apple, his beautiful neck, and then stroked a small mole near Ji Qingyu’s collarbone.

Ji Qingyu’s body started to tremble. Wherever Fu Han’s fingers landed, his senses magnified exponentially.

Fu Han extinguished the cigarette and opened the window. The cold wind rushed in. It was a rare starry night, but no one had the leisure to appreciate it.

“Have you ever counted the moles on your body?” Fu Han’s voice took on a teasing note. His hand slid down Ji Qingyu’s body, stopping at his waist. Due to years of working multiple jobs, Ji Qingyu’s waist was covered with a thin layer of muscle, both tough and soft.

“Who counts that…” Ji Qingyu mumbled quietly, but Fu Han’s hand had already slipped under the hem of Ji Qingyu’s shirt.

“On your waist, near the bottom rib, there’s a small mole,” Fu Han’s voice was unhurried, as if just a friendly tip. He found the spot with his hand and pressed down hard, eliciting a muffled groan from Ji Qingyu. “Right here.”

“I heard that where a mole grows is where a person was injured in their past life,” Fu Han said this, increasing the pressure.

“Your brother saw me a while ago.” Fu Han’s brow furrowed slightly. His hand slid down from the mole. Ji Qingyu’s knees became weak and soft, forcing him to hold onto Fu Han’s arm to keep himself steady.

The night rain grew heavier. Ji Qingyu stumbled into Fu Han’s embrace, which was broad and warm, seemingly capable of resisting any storm.

But the next second, Fu Han scoffed. Perhaps because of the cold, Ji Qingyu’s wrist started hurting again.

In the dimly lit room, the light was hazy. The broad palm caressed his body from the waist, finally resting on his lower abdomen, and the pressure suddenly intensified.

Ji Qingyu let out a muffled grunt and began to tremble.

“He told me that you were pregnant once, and the child wasn’t mine.” The Alpha’s tone was soft and calm, like a sincere whisper between lovers, his voice low and deep. “Ji Qingyu, this is the last time I will ask you. Are you truly hiding something from me?”