Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Things Developed in an Unexpected Direction…

Things developed in an unexpected direction. Ji Qingyu himself was bewildered. Fu Han shielded him, his face frighteningly gloomy.

Ma Yu held his straw hat, his eyes darting between Ji Qingyu and Fu Han, his expression also somewhat off. The scene was still noisy, clearly not the place for a conversation.

“Xiaoyu, aren’t you two enemies?” Ma Yu looked confused, pointing at the pair. “You two had a really bad relationship in high school. I remember one time I went to see you and bumped into him. Don’t you remember? He didn’t even acknowledge us, and he glared at me.”

“What our relationship is like has nothing to do with you.” Fu Han launched a volley of cold, sharp, contemptuous words at the other man without reservation.

Cold sweat beaded on Ji Qingyu’s forehead. Ma Yu was his childhood friend. He thought the two of them hadn’t interacted much, so why did they seem to harbor such intense hostility toward each other?

The tension was palpable; it looked like they were about to fight.

Ji Qingyu reached out to pull at the hem of Fu Han’s coat. The scent of green plum emanating from Fu Han made him feel slightly uncomfortable. His chin was buried in his scarf, and he clutched the fluffy edge of the scarf, exhaling a cool breath.

The scene remained chaotic. The police arrived belatedly and took the person away. The assistant rushed to negotiate with the onlookers to retrieve the videos on their phones, asking them not to post them online.

Ji Qingyu could barely hold up. He was still shaken and didn’t want to be drawn into more disputes, so he quickly whispered before the two could start fighting: “My wrist hurts.”

Ma Yu looked at Ji Qingyu with some shock. This kind of unprofessional sajiao (acting cute/coquettishly) was not something Ji Qingyu would have done before. What Ji Qingyu would have done was rush over to comfort the other Omega when they cried, as he always considered himself a Beta who had differentiated into the wrong gender.

Fu Han turned his head and briefly glanced at Ji Qingyu. His eyes held anger, scrutiny, and something Ji Qingyu couldn’t decipher. Just that single glance made cold sweat break out on Ji Qingyu, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

“You’re constantly causing me trouble.” Fu Han paused for a few seconds without speaking, then lowered his head and scooped Ji Qingyu up. Ji Qingyu wrapped his arms around Fu Han’s back, resting his chin on his shoulder, enveloped in a cool, aromatic scent.

His hair lay softly on Fu Han’s shoulder; he was held like a koala.

As Fu Han walked past Ma Yu, he let out a cold snort and deliberately bumped into him hard.

Brother Xiao Ma stumbled from the collision. Ji Qingyu laughed awkwardly and, still clinging to Fu Han’s shoulder, gestured to him to call later.

…

The atmosphere between the two on the drive home was once again like a layer of ice. Ji Qingyu tried hard to minimize his presence, quietly scrolling through his phone. Reflections zipped past the window. The moist fog made the streetlights flicker on and off. After one turn, they arrived home. Once inside, Fu Han tossed Ji Qingyu onto the bed and went out to handle the day’s events.

Ji Qingyu opened his phone. Messages poured in. The stage play director, upon learning the situation, frantically apologized, saying they hadn’t expected such an incident.

Ji Qingyu replied: “It’s fine. I just might not be able to go out for a while.”

“Teacher Ji, we can come to your house for future work or connect online. We’ll make time to visit you.” The other side’s attitude was sincere, apologizing profusely.

After dealing with the director, he sighed, intending to lie down. Before he could rest, his phone rang again. This time it was Ma Yu. Ji Qingyu answered. The person on the other end chatted enthusiastically: “Hello, Xiaoyu! I missed you so much.”

Ji Qingyu showed a rare smile, pleased, pulling the bolster into his arms, slowly resting his chin on it as he spoke on the phone: “Brother Xiao Ma, why are you here?”

“I leased an orchard a while ago and have been in the mountains planting trees. The fruit isn’t ripe yet, so I came down the mountain to do some small business. Let me tell you, when I sell the fruit in the fall, I’ll have money. I’m looking at over a hundred thousand profit!” Ma Yu chattered excitedly, which made Ji Qingyu happy too.

“Teach me later. I’ll plant trees with you.”

“But Xiaoyu,” Ma Yu’s tone turned suspicious. “That person next to you, why do they look familiar? You knew each other in high school, right? I remember your relationship was bad. I only went into the mountains for three months. What’s going on with you two now?”

Ji Qingyu’s smile froze. He leaned his head against the pillow, quiet, unsure how to explain.

His thoughts churned. He tried to brush it off humorously several times but ultimately couldn’t bring himself to speak. Their relationship was more than just “bad.”

Click. The door opened, and Fu Han walked in, his face sinking.

He slowly approached, took Ji Qingyu’s phone, and saw the number on the screen. Ma Yu called “Hello” several times on the other end. Fu Han hung up, letting out a short, cold laugh. His face was gloomy enough to bring rain.

“What’s wrong?” Ji Qingyu forced a smile, pondering for a long time, then asked somewhat confusedly, “Were you hurt somewhere? Should I take a look? Do you want me to call the doctor over?”

“Shut up.” Fu Han’s expression was terrible. He pushed Ji Qingyu onto the bed mercilessly, interrupting Ji Qingyu when he tried to speak again.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know.” Fu Han gripped Ji Qingyu’s wrist. “You’re still in contact with him?”

Ji Qingyu was stunned, a little bewildered. A few strands of hair fell loosely onto his shoulder. Fu Han was amused by his reaction and let out an angry laugh: “Still playing dumb. You’re always so brazen.”

Ji Qingyu was truly confused. He opened his mouth: “He and I are friends. We…”

The curtains were drawn. The light in the bedroom was dim and hazy, with only a small nightlight on. Fu Han’s eyes looked deep and terrifying in the low light, like a fierce predator, utterly ruthless with its prey, aiming for a swift, fatal strike.

He slowly lowered his head, his pheromone scent overwhelmingly strong, volatile and chaotic, enveloping Ji Qingyu in a sea of green plum. Ji Qingyu was pinned to the bed by Fu Han, and a feeling of dread immediately rose in his heart.

“Friends?” Fu Han slowly chewed on the word twice, then scoffed. “What kind of friends hug each other?”

“That was… that was because you pushed me toward him,” Ji Qingyu whispered. His hand was braced against Fu Han’s chest, feeling the heat radiate through. “And he was just trying to steady me. You… you shouldn’t make things up.”

An Alpha’s possessiveness is an extremely peculiar thing. Perhaps it applies equally to an Omega for whom they have little affection. The pheromones pouring off Fu Han were almost overwhelming, yet his expression remained calm: “You know I’m not talking about today.”

Not today? Then when? Ji Qingyu was a little lost. In Fu Han’s dream?

They stared at each other for a moment. Ji Qingyu was the first to look away, his ears reddening.

“I think I should just mark you and be done with it,” Fu Han lowered his head, slowly pushing Ji Qingyu’s hair away. This time, he looked serious.

Alphas always have privileges. With just a gentle bite, they can leave an indelible mark on another independent living being—easy and effortless for them, but the pain left for the other person is indelible.

Ji Qingyu panicked. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Fu Han’s face, scrambling toward the edge of the bed to escape, only to be yanked back by Fu Han. “Didn’t you always want to be with me? Now that I’m going to mark you, what are you unhappy about?”

“Isn’t everything happening according to your wishes?”

Wishes? According to what? Fu Han’s teeth sank into Ji Qingyu’s scent gland, bringing an intense, terrifying pang of pain. Ji Qingyu nearly screamed aloud.

“You’re the one who wanted to wash away the mark, and now you’re the one who wants to re-mark me… I don’t want to…” Ji Qingyu trembled uncontrollably. He felt the pain in his neck briefly cease, then disappear, replaced by wet licking.

Finally, Fu Han let go, instead dealing with Ji Qingyu in a more familiar way. Ji Qingyu virtually passed out.

When he woke up again, the living room lights were on. Ji Qingyu struggled to get up, smelling the aroma of food.

Ji Qingyu tentatively climbed out of bed, hearing Fu Han speaking softly on the phone outside the door. His legs went weak, and he fell to his knees, knocking over the cup on the table with an ear-splitting crash.

Wang Sao was the first to hear the noise. She rushed in immediately: “Madam, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Ji Qingyu forced a smile. He just felt a terrible pain in his neck. Fu Han, using his powerful control and self-loathing, hadn’t bitten down, only breaking the skin slightly.

He looked a little weak sitting there. Wang Sao cleared the shattered glass from the floor and poured him a cup of water: “Madam, you’ve been through too much lately. You just recovered from a fever, your wrist isn’t healed, and you were almost attacked. You really must be careful.”

Yes, Ji Qingyu thought. I feel like I need a fortune teller. Why am I always getting into minor accidents lately?

But none of these injuries compared to the emotional damage Fu Han inflicted.

“Mr. Fu has been on the phone in the living room all day. He’s contacting lawyers to file a lawsuit. That person was beaten half to death. He just said outside that he was worried about you…”

“You’re awake?” Fu Han walked over at some point, frowning at him: “How are you so fragile?”

Wang Sao was interrupted and gave Fu Han a look of disappointment before leaving. Ji Qingyu quietly shrank to the side, avoiding Fu Han’s gaze.

“Don’t go out for a while. If you have work, have them come to the house.”

Ji Qingyu felt an instinctive pain whenever he saw Fu Han. It took him two seconds to realize Fu Han was holding a bowl of sweet rice dumplings (yuanxiao). His stomach rumbled in response.

He didn’t know what Fu Han meant, but he slowly took the bowl of yuanxiao.

Fu Han sat under the light. The small nightlight illuminated his face, making him appear noble and aloof: “Ji Qingyu, actually, if you behave well, it’s not impossible for me to have children with you.”

Here we go again. Ji Qingyu lowered his head, eating the yuanxiao. His stomach was starting to feel better. He said flatly, “Don’t worry. I won’t covet anything more. You don’t need to test me over and over again. I’m not that big of a threat.”

“I mean…” Fu Han frowned.

“There really won’t be any. I won’t use that method to get a share of your assets.” Ji Qingyu felt nauseous again. The yuanxiao must have had too much sugar.

“What if it happens accidentally…” Fu Han tapped the table twice with his hand.

“Then we’ll get a divorce. I’ll leave with nothing. I won’t hold you back,” Ji Qingyu gave Fu Han a flattering smile, stating his resolve.

Fu Han fell silent. The bowl of half-eaten red bean yuanxiao was abruptly snatched away. The other person slammed the bowl onto the table with a loud clang, startling Ji Qingyu, who was still holding the spoon.

“You… why are you so angry?” Ji Qingyu was puzzled. Shouldn’t the other person be satisfied with what he said?

Fu Han’s mood was like a broken barometer. Ji Qingyu couldn’t gauge it and could only curse him quietly under his breath.

Fu Han was about to say something else when there were two knocks on the door. The secretary cautiously pushed the door open: “Mr. Fu, all the information on the extreme fan from yesterday has been compiled.”