Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Ji Qingyu Found It Hard to Describe the Feeling of Drinking That Medicine…

Ji Qingyu found it hard to describe the feeling of drinking that medicine, and he didn’t want to recall it anymore.

At eighteen, he thought he could get forgiveness by just making a phone call, yet he didn’t know that the other person never intended to give him that chance from the beginning to the end.

Ji Qingyu always felt that he was too naive and full of reckless ideas when he was eighteen, but reality taught him again and again how to put himself in his proper place.

No matter how hard he tried, he might never reach the other shore, so he eventually stopped thinking about it.

…

Some voices were heard outside, seemingly the doctor and Fu Han. Because of his hand injury, Fu Han had called the family doctor many times these past few days and also arranged several re-examinations for his throat and scent gland.

The doctor, named Lin Shui, was reportedly a high-achieving graduate from a prestigious university. Ji Qingyu admired people who excelled in their studies.

“…It’s man-made damage. Yes, it should be chemical corrosion,” Lin Shui’s voice said. “I’ve carefully analyzed the scans. There’s no mistake.”

Fu Han rested his arms on the chair, listening to Lin Shui’s report, tapping the desk rhythmically with one hand.

Ji Qingyu didn’t know what he was thinking. Fu Han always liked to hold the side of his face when thinking, either staring intently at the other person or sometimes not looking at all. Just his presence put immense pressure on people.

Ji Qingyu heard a couple of sentences from outside the study and quietly walked away. When Lin Shui came out and saw Ji Qingyu, he was surprised and greeted him: “Madam.”

Ji Qingyu was preparing to go out. He was wearing a warm, camel-colored wool coat, and his eyes were clear and bright.

“Dr. Lin,” Ji Qingyu smiled, pouring a cup of tea for Lin Shui. “What were you two discussing?”

Lin Shui didn’t dare look at Ji Qingyu, touching his ear. “Nothing much. Don’t forget to change your dressing. The bandage needs to be changed once a day, and it should heal in about a month. Mr. Fu remembers better than I do, but you should also be mindful.”

Ji Qingyu thanked him and, after seeing Lin Shui off, looked toward the master bedroom.

Actually, he didn’t have much luggage. Everything was packed in a corner of the master bedroom and could be taken away in one small suitcase. Lin Ying’s surgery was scheduled for one week later, just enough time for him to finish the stage play. As for the rut period, Fu Han didn’t need him before, and it should be the same now.

He made his calculations for a while and prepared to leave for work. Fu Han had closed the study door. Ji Qingyu knocked gently and told Fu Han he was leaving, but the other person didn’t respond.

I wonder what mood he’s in now.

He knocked twice more, then gave up, intending to leave, when suddenly someone from behind scooped him back, touching his coat.

“It’s too thin,” Fu Han said. “If you go out and turn into an ice cube, how am I supposed to hold you when I sleep?”

Ji Qingyu didn’t know how to respond to that. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck. Fu Han was being unusually nice to him today, perhaps due to another strange whim. He slowly raised his eyes from the scarf to look at Fu Han. Fu Han didn’t speak, but put on a trench coat as well, saying, “I’ll take you.”

Today, he was going to a cafe to discuss with the stage play director how to write the character themes for the two protagonists.

In the car, Fu Han suddenly asked again: “Is there something else you’re hiding from me?”

Which thing is it now? Ji Qingyu didn’t dare to make a move, pretending to be asleep. After a while, a hand reached over, pulled his scarf down a little to expose his mouth and nose, and brushed the stray hair from his eyes.

When they arrived at the cafe, Fu Han wanted to get out with him. Ji Qingyu laughed awkwardly: “Fu Han… if you go, they might feel constrained.”

Fu Han smiled coldly. He leaned against the car, slightly turning to look at Ji Qingyu, like a noble, beautiful, and extremely dangerous vampire demon dropped from the sky.

He reached out and pinched Ji Qingyu’s cheek: “You’re just going to leave me here?”

Ji Qingyu smiled, looked left and right—there was no one around except for a fruit cart. He quickly pecked Fu Han on the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat shy and embarrassed. “I’ll just take a taxi back myself.”

Fu Han wasn’t satisfied. He pinched Ji Qingyu’s chin, leaned in, and kissed him. Ji Qingyu was pressed into his arms and kissed until he was nearly suffocated from lack of oxygen before being released.

Fu Han got back into the car, looked down, opened his laptop, and appeared to be getting back to work. He ordered: “You can go.”

Ji Qingyu quickly retreated.

He walked into the coffee shop, and an unfamiliar number suddenly called his phone. He didn’t recognize it, so he didn’t answer, but the strange number was persistent.

He blocked the number. The stage play director finally contacted him, saying they might be a little late. Ji Qingyu told them not to rush. He watched the scenery outside the window. The Koelreuteria paniculata trees by the road were in bloom. There was a small fruit stall outside the cafe. This weather was always quite cold.

A moment later, the driver suddenly came over and said someone wanted to see him. Ji Qingyu blinked, put down his tablet, and slowly asked, “Who is it?”

“I heard they’re a fan of yours, Madam. I don’t know how they found this place,” the driver placed a banner in his hand—merchandise from the Grimm’s Fairy Tale stage play.

This was unexpected.

“Ask them to come over,” Ji Qingyu ordered a coffee for the person and straightened his clothes. He cleared his throat, feeling a little nervous.

The person looked young, wearing a baseball cap. Their clothes were tidy, but their overall demeanor made Ji Qingyu feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

A waiter brought the coffee. Ji Qingyu gently pushed the warm latte toward the person. He didn’t dare speak first, afraid his voice would startle them.

But the person kept their head down. Ji Qingyu waited for a moment, then had to speak first: “Hello, would you like me to sign something for you?”

The person remained silent, their lips pursed, staring at the coffee in front of them. After a while, they slowly spoke: “Does stealing other people’s things make you very happy?”

Ji Qingyu froze for a second, stood up, but was forcefully pushed back into his seat by the person pressing on his shoulder.

The driver was outside the door and couldn’t see them.

Ji Qingyu immediately realized this person was a fan of Ji Ran. He frowned. He hadn’t expected someone would actually do something this dangerous. Furthermore, he hadn’t truly harmed Ji Ran in any way, only adding his name to the work he wrote.

He found the world somewhat surreal. He couldn’t understand whether his excessive tolerance had made the other party take advantage, or if Ji Ran’s fanbase was simply full of such jerks.

“I didn’t steal his things,” Ji Qingyu’s hand secretly fumbled for the phone in his pocket, pressing the emergency call button. “Those songs were originally written by me. It’s my fault for taking back what belongs to me.”

“What do you mean ‘your songs’? Ran Ran has sung them in concerts for so many years; they belong to him! Besides, you don’t even have a career, so what if you let him have them?” The fan’s eyes were gloomy. “You were originally an illegitimate child. You owe him.”

“So, the law is useless, and only your idol’s words are the truth? Those songs were stolen by him. He is the thief,” Ji Qingyu was defeated by the fan’s powerful and unreasonable logic. What kind of mind could spew such sophistry?

Ji Qingyu tried to recall who the first contact on his emergency call list was. Before he could remember, the person reacted like a criminal who had been exposed and wanted to commit murder to silence him. His expression suddenly became extremely twisted. He muttered something, almost frantically pulling out a fruit knife.

“Not only did you steal his songs, but you also stole his boyfriend! The internet says Fu Han originally liked Ran Ran. Do you know how much he lost because of you? It’s all because of you.” The fan didn’t believe they were wrong, resolute as if fighting for their life.

“So, you’re the one who has been sending me curse messages and harassing calls these days,” Ji Qingyu stated as a certainty.

“So what?” The fan’s voice got louder. The hand holding the knife trembled. “You have to pay the price for hurting others.”

“You should save that advice for yourself,” Ji Qingyu almost wanted to laugh. He felt fear, but at the same time, his body was filled with absurdity and sorrow. Look, stealing things can earn this much love. “If you hurt me, it will only bring more negative news to Ji Ran.”

But he underestimated the person’s resolve. Hearing this, the fan’s eyes widened. With a sense of almost self-sacrifice, they lunged forward, brandishing the knife.

The attack was fierce and terrifying. Fortunately, the fruit knife wasn’t sharp, only tearing a slit in his coat.

Ji Qingyu pushed the person away and ran toward the door. He didn’t know if his emergency call had gone through.

He screamed for help. The fan also realized the knife wasn’t effective and simply grabbed Ji Qingyu’s neck with their hands.

The driver rushed over. Ji Qingyu’s consciousness blurred. He hadn’t expected things to happen so suddenly. He struggled desperately. A sports car on the street corner did a sharp skid and slammed toward the coffee shop.

Glass shattered everywhere. The fan was visibly startled. Ji Qingyu shoved his elbow backward forcefully. The fan cried out in pain.

The cafe was in chaos. People screamed and ran out. Many people even grabbed their phones to film Ji Qingyu and the frantic fan. Coffee cups were knocked over. Screams rose one after another. Everything was chaotic and disordered.

Ji Qingyu ran outside. Fu Han emerged from the sports car. Ji Qingyu couldn’t see his expression clearly, only his tightly furrowed brows.

In a flash of lightning, the person screamed and lunged at Ji Qingyu. Fu Han was still about twenty meters away. Ji Qingyu grabbed his tablet and smashed it into the person’s head.

The person staggered, finally about to fall, but somehow found the strength to tenaciously grab Ji Qingyu’s ankle again.

The knife was about to stab Ji Qingyu’s calf. Ji Qingyu braced himself for the worst.

The pain didn’t come. A scream sounded behind Ji Qingyu. The owner of the roadside fruit stand threw a watermelon at the fan. The watermelon shattered on the person’s head. The fan stumbled, taking a couple of steps back.

Fu Han arrived moments later, snatched Ji Qingyu’s hand, pushed him to a safe spot, and violently kicked the person.

He was often fierce, but he took great care not to show this side of himself in front of Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu hadn’t seen Fu Han like this in a long time.

Seemingly driven by extreme anger, Fu Han ground the person’s face with his leather shoe and grabbed the person’s hair. He was experienced in fighting and knew how to inflict the most pain.

He stomped on the person’s abdomen, kicking them repeatedly, like a fierce, aggressive wolf, as if he genuinely intended to kill the person. Ji Qingyu suspected several of the fan’s ribs had been broken by Fu Han.

“Stop hitting him!” Ji Qingyu stepped back. He frantically told Fu Han to stop quickly. He was afraid Fu Han wouldn’t be able to control himself and would really cause a death.

He shouted several times. Fu Han’s foot was already planted on the person’s ankle, seemingly considering how to break it. Hearing Ji Qingyu’s cries, he finally stopped reluctantly. The assistant and driver also ran over, calling the police.

Fu Han turned back to look at Ji Qingyu. He was still breathing hard. After a hundred-meter dash and a brutal beating of the person, his hair was disheveled.

His handsome face showed a rare trace of tension. He walked toward Ji Qingyu. A drop of sweat fell onto his eyelid, obscuring his vision. Even so, he was still so beautiful that Ji Qingyu couldn’t look away.

Ji Qingyu was also shaken. His breathing had just calmed down, but he heard someone calling his name. Ji Qingyu looked up and saw the person’s face behind Fu Han. The face was shaded by a straw hat, their skin was tanned, and the muscles on their exposed arms were well-defined.

Ji Qingyu’s eyes widened slightly. He slowly spoke, tentatively asking, “Brother Xiao Ma?”

Fu Han’s steps toward him halted.

“Xiaoyu, it really is you. What are you doing here?” The stall owner pulled off his straw hat, revealing a sunburnt face, equally astonished. “Also, why are you with this person?”

This person? Which person?

“Who else would he be with if not me?” Fu Han reacted more strongly than both of them. He pulled Ji Qingyu closer, raised an eyebrow at the stall owner, and released an extremely aggressive burst of pheromones.

The two Alphas confronted each other.