Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Ji Qingyu Completely Couldn’t Understand…

Ji Qingyu completely couldn’t understand Fu Han.

Given his situation, why wouldn’t Fu Han let go? Getting a divorce now would be cutting his losses in time. He couldn’t understand it, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Fu Han’s fingers pressed on Ji Qingyu’s collarbone, observing the mole there.

Fu Han raised his hand, pulled Ji Qingyu’s collar higher, and covered the mole.

He didn’t say anything. The two got into the car, and the ride was silent. The downpour outside grew heavier. Large raindrops pelted the glass, creating a wet, humid mist.

Ji Qingyu’s tablet hadn’t been turned off, and it automatically started playing an audition clip for the stage play.

“I love you. Even if I know you can never be with me, I can’t stop loving you,” the young Omega girl said.

The older Omega sighed: “We have no future. I have a family. My husband is very powerful. If I were with you, he wouldn’t let us go, and besides, I love him.”

Ji Qingyu fumbled to turn off the tablet, but mistakenly hit the volume button. The passionate lines sounded abrupt and jarring in the deathly quiet night.

Ji Qingyu didn’t dare look to the side. He raised a hand to cover his face, hoping Fu Han was temporarily deaf.

“You usually watch things like this?” It proved that Fu Han’s hearing was sharp. His voice was still flat. “Planning to cheat and elope with someone else?”

Oh my god…

Ji Qingyu leaned against the door, pressing the side of his face against the window. The coolness made him feel a little safer. He didn’t make a sound or respond.

“What a relationship that defies morality. Cheating is cheating, why use such nice words?” Fu Han snatched the tablet from Ji Qingyu’s hand, scrutinized the script, and then turned it off and tossed it aside.

“Ji Qingyu, you’re married. Don’t think about using the money you get from me to support others. If you commit adultery, you will leave with nothing. Then you’ll end up with nothing at all. Since you are with me for my money, you should behave yourself and be decent.” Fu Han had jumped to conclusions again. Ji Qingyu moved his face further away and let out a small sigh.

“Got it,” Ji Qingyu lowered his head to pull at the bandage wrapped around his hand.

Silence descended inside the car again. He looked down and scrolled through his phone. Recently, his social media platforms had been flooded with abusive private messages. Even some more private social apps were receiving friend requests from strangers.

He simply turned off all background notifications.

“Your hand has a minor fracture. It’s best not to go out in this kind of rainy weather,” Fu Han said. “Otherwise, you’ll be the one to suffer.”

Ji Qingyu reached out to scratch the car’s inner wall. If the rain hadn’t been so heavy, he would have wanted to jump out of the car. The ride was smooth, without the speeding from their last trip in Fu Han’s car. Ji Qingyu’s mood slightly improved, and he told Fu Han again, “This stage play wasn’t written by me. I’m only responsible for the music, so you don’t have to worry about me having any other ideas.”

Even if I had ideas, I wouldn’t tell you so directly.

He turned his head to look at Fu Han. Fu Han’s profile was much more mature than when he was eighteen. His suit jacket was off, and a few buttons on his shirt were undone. His tie was gone. Ji Qingyu studied Fu Han’s profile in the rainy night.

He stared blankly for a moment. When they arrived in the courtyard, Fu Han stopped the car, then leaned over and gripped his hand.

“What, you’ve been watching all the way, haven’t you had enough?” Fu Han’s gaze fell on Ji Qingyu’s scent gland. His hand dangerously pressed it a few times. Ji Qingyu was forced to lift his head. “Your injury is mostly healed, isn’t it?”

“No, no…” Ji Qingyu immediately realized what Fu Han was planning. He reached out to push Fu Han away. “I have work. If you mark me, I won’t be able to go out.”

“Oh?” Fu Han lowered his gaze calmly. His finger pressed on Ji Qingyu’s neck, gently rubbing it with the callus on his hand.

Ji Qingyu trembled, unable to tell if the scent of rain in the air was coming from inside or outside the car.

Ji Qingyu knew this day wasn’t far off. An unmarked Omega provides poor comfort to an Alpha. It’s almost unheard of for a married A/O couple not to mark.

After all, the union of A/O is more like a transaction of mutual benefit. The Alpha provides protection, and the Omega provides comfort for the Alpha.

The closer Fu Han got, the more his body trembled. Finally, Fu Han stopped. He looked down at Ji Qingyu’s hands. Ji Qingyu unconsciously used one hand to grip the other, pressing exactly on his wound. His hand was visibly shaking.

Fu Han grasped Ji Qingyu’s wrist. “No marking. Ji Qingyu, let go of your hand first.”

When Ji Qingyu let go, the bandage had already come undone. His wrist was red and swollen again from Ji Qingyu’s tight grip.

“Do you think I really want to mark you?” In the darkness, Ji Qingyu heard Fu Han muttering. A rare wave of sorrow washed over Ji Qingyu. He realized his speech was tight, and he bit the inside of his mouth, causing a sharp pain.

In the end, the two parted ways unhappily. Fu Han didn’t even enter the master bedroom, slamming the guest room door so loudly it shook the house.

Ji Qingyu curled up alone on the large bed. He felt nauseous, his consciousness seemed to be constantly pulling away, and he felt inexplicably low lately.

Maybe getting out more and working will help. Black spots danced in front of his eyes. Thinking this, Ji Qingyu closed his eyes.

He didn’t sleep well. In his dream, he was eighteen, standing outside a hospital room. The doctor was informing him of Lin Ying’s condition. Lin Ying was conscious at the time.

Mid-to-late stage, pressing on the nerves, very dangerous, surgery is necessary…

The cost is four hundred thousand, just for the initial phase.

“Mom, you’ll be fine after the surgery.” A huge stone weighed on Ji Qingyu’s heart. He held Lin Ying’s hand, forcing a smile for her.

He walked into the corridor, hesitated, and then dialed Fu Han’s number.

A busy signal came from the other end. The commercial landscape in the capital had changed. The Fu family’s old patriarch had passed away. That night, Fu Han was absent, and his uncle seized the opportunity. These days, the news was full of attacks and verbal abuse directed at him.

Ji Qingyu looked at the images. Fu Han in the phone photos wore a bite blocker, his profile cold and unfamiliar, yet he still looked indestructible.

In several short videos, Fu Han faced reporters, turning slightly toward the microphone, his eyes sharp, showing no internal turmoil.

A reporter asked amidst the chaos: “What is your view on the recent alleged power struggle within the Fu Corporation? Your uncle has publicly announced he will take over as the new head of the group. Your absence from the board meeting that day—will this affect the subsequent succession matters? The old master favored you the most during his lifetime. You just reached adulthood; are you truly capable of handling this great responsibility?”

Fu Han smiled. His scorn and sarcasm were visible even through the screen: “Anyone who dares to steal from me, I will make them spit it back out twofold.”

There were few people in the hospital corridor. Lin Ying was resting. He dialed Fu Han’s number again with trembling hands. It was a busy signal.

He called more than ten times, but it never connected.

Ji Ran walked up to him at some point. A thin mist covered the sky. Ji Ran placed a small vial of liquid in front of him.

“Have you made up your mind?” Ji Ran asked. “Your mother doesn’t have that much time to think.”

“Drink this, and I’ll transfer the money to you immediately.”

Ji Qingyu turned his head to look at Ji Ran. Ji Ran was still smiling, looking unhurried, and touched the side of his face.

Ji Qingyu felt his entire body stiffen. He backed away a few steps and ran out of the building. He called countless times, but Fu Han was always busy.

Ji Qingyu grew increasingly anxious, finally tripping and falling on the asphalt road outside the hospital. The ground was covered in mud and puddles that afternoon. His palms and knees were covered in scrapes. He tried to stand up, but his legs failed him.

For some reason, his neck began to secrete an intense, almost unbearable pheromone. The surrounding crowd scattered. He looked up blankly, meeting everyone’s assessing eyes. The uncontrollable scent of rain was released into the air.

Ji Qingyu tried to stand up, stumbling, raising his hand to cover his neck. He thought he still had to find Fu Han and explain things clearly.

“Going into heat on the main road in broad daylight! With so many Alphas around, do you have any common sense?” A burst of sharp, ear-splitting yelling erupted from the crowd, buzzing in Ji Qingyu’s ears.

He blinked, frozen in place.

The peering eyes in the surrounding crowd were low and heavy. He stood up, covering the back of his neck, trying to apologize: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

He wasn’t used to using scent patches. They felt like a thick, sticky piece of cloth with glue. He wasn’t sensitive to pheromones and thought he could always go on like this.

The phone rang. He looked at it hopefully. It was Ji Ran. His eyes dimmed slightly. People around him pushed him: “Hurry up and get away! Our Alpha is about to go into heat. What if he goes mad? What about everyone else around? Can you take responsibility?”

“I’m sorry.” Ji Qingyu hung up the phone and ran back into the hospital to buy scent patches. The doctor frowned, looking at him with suspicion. “Young man, where is your Alpha? Your pheromone concentration is too high. Were you just marked?”

Ji Qingyu wrung his hands together: “I didn’t know it would be this serious…”

People in the hospital were rushing about. He stuck the scent patch to the back of his neck. A painful, unbearable sourness spread down his scent gland.

The doctor brought cotton swabs and tweezers to clean Ji Qingyu’s wounds. Ji Qingyu sat on the wooden stool, sweat soaking the hem of his clothes. Countless issues collided in his heart. He had always been under Lin Ying’s protection and never knew how difficult it would be alone, without money.

It was as if the protective cocoon Lin Ying had created, the unreal layer, had been burned with a lighter. The smell of burning permeated the air. He gasped, lifting his head only to find he was close to being scorched to death.

“Calm down, child, don’t rush,” the doctor frowned. “Listen to me. It’s always like this right after being marked. Go find your Alpha and ask him for his pheromones. An Omega’s pheromones fluctuate a lot in the days right after being marked, making them emotionally unstable. It will pass after a few days.”

“Will it get better?”

“It will get better.”

“Consider these scent patches and suppressants my gift to you. Don’t cry, child, this will all pass. Listen to me, okay?” The doctor was a middle-aged Omega with fine lines around their eyes, tightly clutching Ji Qingyu’s hand.

Ji Qingyu’s senses were still shrouded in a fog. Fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead. He was distraught, anxious, and frantic. He thought: I’ll go find Fu Han. I’ll find him and talk to him properly. Even though Fu Han looks fierce, he’ll definitely listen to me.

He had to see him. Ji Qingyu picked up the phone again, trying to dial the familiar number, but this time, a strange message played instead.

The number was out of service.