Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Ji Qingyu Listened Quietly…

Ji Qingyu listened quietly to the assistant’s report.

The fan was Ji Ran’s extreme stalker fan, who had allegedly staked out Ji Ran’s apartment building several times and even attempted to sneak into Ji Ran’s home to steal things.

He was a complete societal failure.

The fact that Ji Ran encountered him was a match between two despicable people.

Ji Qingyu’s wrist hurt slightly. Listening to the assistant report on the fan’s past actions, the person had not only sent him harassing messages but had also targeted many people associated with Ji Ran.

Ji Qingyu looked at the vulgar and sharp words in the file. He found it somewhat ridiculous that the only way the person could fill their void of existence was through such means.

The hand gripping the spoon was throbbing faintly again. The knife in that person’s hand flashed before his eyes, its cold gleam almost taking his life.

“We are currently proceeding with legal action. We have backed up all the on-site videos and can provide them to the police,” the assistant said. “Do you need to discuss this with Ji Ran’s side to see their attitude?”

“Discuss what?” Fu Han raised an eyebrow. “His fan almost injured someone. Can he really stand idly by? Once the dust settles, we will issue a statement on social media demanding an apology. If they refuse, we’ll post the video.”

Ruthless, truly ruthless.

Ji Qingyu silently reached out to intervene but was glared back into submission by Fu Han.

“The fan’s wrist was broken, and his internal organs and soft tissues suffered various degrees of bleeding,” the assistant continued. “He is still in the hospital.”

“I hit him too lightly,” Fu Han rested his head on his hand, smiling leisurely and lazily, looking at Ji Qingyu. “If you hadn’t stopped me, he’d be fighting for his life in the ICU right now.”

“If he were fighting for his life, wouldn’t you also be in trouble?” Ji Qingyu said softly. “What if he extorted you?”

Fu Han teased: “So you were doing it for my sake? You care about me that much?”

That sentence instantly made Ji Qingyu feel like he was hallucinating the eighteen-year-old Fu Han. His fingers curled slightly, and he turned his head away from the other person.

Pain spread everywhere, especially in his wrist. Fu Han was always so casual and willful, yet every time, it was repeated damage to him. Talking about caring—yet back then, when he needed help the most, Fu Han himself was the one who pushed him closer to the abyss.

And now, he could effortlessly flirt with him here, saying vague things. Fu Han was a seasoned player in relationships, unlike him, always skilled at manipulating hearts with technique.

He wouldn’t fall for it.

“And you,” Fu Han flipped through the files. “You casually let suspicious people near you and always hide things from me when something happens. You constantly lack perspective.”

The eighteen-year-old me wouldn’t have hidden anything from you.

Ji Qingyu thought to himself.

“Your voice was also intentionally damaged, wasn’t it?” The assistant handed over another diagnostic report, even analyzing the time of the injury. Fu Han scoffed, as if an unpleasant memory had been stirred. He judged Ji Qingyu from his high perch, seemingly determined to hold onto Ji Qingyu’s vulnerability tightly. “Six years ago, you were injured shortly after dropping out of school. What, were you paying some kind of price?”

Ji Qingyu was already numb to these words. He fully accepted them: “Yes, I was paying the price. I’m sorry.”

Fu Han was utterly choked by Ji Qingyu’s soft yet cutting attitude. He frowned, remaining silent for a long time before launching another attack: “What exactly happened?”

“I was working and someone spiked my drink. They put something in the alcohol.”

Fu Han completely disbelieved this nonsense. He stared into Ji Qingyu’s eyes again. “You ran away back then without any explanation, even dropping out of school to avoid me. Why didn’t you get what you wanted? Speaking of which, you ruined my plans and made me miss my grandfather’s funeral. You must have gained a lot of benefits, right?”

“I originally thought you were just infatuated, too covetous of me, but I never expected you could go to such lengths for money.” Fu Han finished this long speech, his gaze fixed on Ji Qingyu in the dim light.

Ji Qingyu didn’t speak, falling into an eerie silence for a moment: “So, that’s why you didn’t answer my calls back then?”

“You needed a lesson,” Fu Han sneered. “It’s just that, in the end, you still refuse to tell me the truth. You better not let me find out you’re still lying to me. I don’t think you want to go through another six years.”

Yes, who could endure another six years like that?

Fu Han’s understatement virtually erased all of his suffering.

Ji Qingyu’s heart involuntarily fluttered twice. He didn’t know if Fu Han would believe the reason he just fabricated, but he felt saddened by Fu Han’s words. He always forgot that Fu Han was a cold-hearted person. In the end, he was the only one left feeling suffocated and distressed, with pain he couldn’t speak of.

After the assistant finished discussing the extreme fan, he left. Ji Qingyu was completely exhausted. He lay down, turning his back to Fu Han.

That cold gaze stayed behind him for a long time before finally getting up and leaving.

Ji Qingyu slowly opened his eyes, half-asleep. He spent a great deal of effort restraining himself from thinking about those unpleasant past events, finally closing his eyes and sinking into sleep.

…

Their relationship had somewhat eased during this period, and the frequency of Fu Han holding him to sleep gradually increased. Ji Qingyu always had to worry that Fu Han might suddenly bite his neck, so he could only turn over and snuggle into his arms to sleep.

He often dreamed lately. He dreamed that his calls to Fu Han never went through. Later, when he tried to find Fu Han, he was always turned away.

He had no choice but to wait until the last day students returned to school to take graduation photos.

That year, the summer in Jing City was often rainy. The day they returned after the college entrance exams was also a gloomy, rainy day. Students were scattered across the city celebrating after the exams. Someone recognized him waiting at the school gate, led by the Alpha who had once spearheaded bullying him.

“Ji Qingyu, how dare you show your face here?” The Alpha held an umbrella with one hand and a jacket draped over his shoulder. He grabbed Ji Qingyu’s collar and scrutinized him. “Look, how poor and shabby he’s become now.”

Ji Qingyu didn’t speak, pushing the person’s hand away to walk into the school grounds. The Alpha froze, angry and annoyed, and rushed over to hit him.

“I’m here to find someone.” Ji Qingyu was shoved toward the security booth, his body pressing against the tin wall. “Let go of me!”

“Let go of you? You’re here to find Fu Han? Do you think he still bothers with you? Honestly, for someone of your caliber, he only played around with you. Did you really think he’d take you seriously?” The Alpha tugged at Ji Qingyu’s collar. “Seriously, you’re better off coming with me. It’s a better deal than being played with casually by him.”

Ji Qingyu didn’t find anyone that day. Fu Han might have left early or might not have come at all. He tried countless ways to contact him, but Fu Han was too heartless, not even leaving him a chance to explain.

All he could see was Fu Han’s cold face behind the icy electronic screen—noble, arrogant, and extremely conceited, constantly vying for power in a cruel and bloody world. Those school days were distant memories, long gone.

When he opened his eyes, he realized the vast difference between them.

The stage play director and he reviewed the progress online several times, finally deciding to come to his house one afternoon to discuss things in person.

When they arrived, Fu Han happened to be out. Ji Qingyu welcomed everyone in. The director brought a few actors, and a familiar figure emerged from behind them.

Ji Qingyu’s eyes brightened: “Brother Xiao Ma, why are you here?”

“I was worried about you, wasn’t I?” Ma Yu smiled. He was wearing a white shirt today, a simple pair of jeans, a jacket, and a gold chain. He hooked his arm around Ji Qingyu’s shoulder, joking cheerfully. “Didn’t you like freshly roasted chestnuts? I brought them specifically for you.”

Ji Qingyu’s eyes sparkled.

They went over the details on the tatami mat in the living room. The actors read their scripts while Ji Qingyu and Ma Yu peeled chestnuts nearby. Ma Yu noticed the gauze still wrapped around Ji Qingyu’s wrist, and he struggled to peel a single chestnut. Ma Yu quickly snatched the chestnuts away.

“Shoo, what do you need to do? You think you’re still a Beta, not caring about anything all day? You’re married now, a married Omega lady,” Ma Yu didn’t want Ji Qingyu to work, peeling all the chestnuts himself.

The script review went smoothly. Ji Qingyu guided them through the rhythm and emotions of the plot, repeatedly revising awkward parts with the director. By dusk, everything was finally finalized.

The group lay tiredly on the mat. Ji Qingyu laughed while writing with a pen. The director laughed heartily, saying they hadn’t misjudged him; Ji Qingyu truly had a unique talent for music.

Brother Xiao Ma stood up and stretched. “Qingyu, I’ll cook you a couple of home-style dishes. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

It had indeed been a long time.

Everyone left, leaving only Ma Yu and him. Ji Qingyu wanted to help him, but Ma Yu didn’t let him. He expertly shredded green peppers and made a spicy pork stir-fry, followed by stir-fried mushrooms and greens, and also a fish ball soup.

When the food was placed on the table, the aroma was enticing. Ji Qingyu’s appetite was whetted, and he eagerly dug in. Ma Yu watched him from the side, sighing: “Xiaoyu, you’re not some highly ambitious person. Why did you get mixed up with that guy? I looked online. All that overwhelming news about a love triangle, so many people are cursing you. You’ve been threatened by Ji Ran’s fans because of this. That’s your life! Your life safety!”

“And, and…” Ma Yu frowned. “Aren’t you two enemies? I remember you cursed him out to me before, saying he was violent, and he threatened and scared you.”

Ji Qingyu lowered his head, eating the green peppers on his plate. He had already finished the meat and didn’t want to leave the peppers either. “That was when we first met. Actually, he’s not a bad person now.”

“Not bad?” Ma Yu was worried, sighing as he looked at Ji Qingyu’s wrist and the scar on the back of his neck. He genuinely felt sorry for him. “I never told you, but I saw that guy several times. He used to look for you downstairs at your old place and at our market. The way he looked, I thought he was looking for revenge. Don’t think he’s a good person.”

Ji Qingyu was stunned. He frowned, looking at Ma Yu with some confusion: “He came looking for me? When?”

“It was around the time your family had trouble. A time of many problems. I was often going to bring you food then, afraid something might happen to you, and I bumped into him several times. He wouldn’t come in, just stood there like a ghost. I even thought he was the one causing all the trouble…” Ma Yu wanted to say more, but he noticed Ji Qingyu’s expression was clearly off.

It looked like confusion, or maybe disbelief.

He was about to continue when a slight laugh suddenly came from behind them.

Fu Han had returned at some unknown time, leaning against the foyer by the main door, watching them. He looked relaxed and indifferent, his mood unreadable.