Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Ji Qingyu Felt Weak All Over…

Ji Qingyu felt weak all over. His emotions had been fluctuating rapidly lately. He thought it might be because of Lin Ying’s situation; the pressure was simply too great.

Fu Yunbai raised an eyebrow, expressionlessly standing up: “At least you have some sense. Consider what I said as soon as possible.”

He patted non-existent dust from his clothes, maintaining his aloof and indifferent demeanor.

“Don’t ever come here again,” Fu Han confronted Fu Yunbai. They didn’t resemble father and son but enemies. “Just because you’re unhappy, must you destroy other people’s families?”

These people were too high and mighty; they didn’t value the feelings of others, always prioritizing self-interest.

Fu Yunbai opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he just sneered and turned to leave.

Fu Han placed his hand on Ji Qingyu’s forehead, frowning, “Don’t listen to his nonsense.”

The room was empty. The Alpha’s body temperature was pleasant and soft, wrapping around him tenderly. He couldn’t distinguish which was real: this warmth or his memories.

Ji Qingyu felt even more nauseous. He was dizzy, and his body felt unfamiliar. Fu Han was saying something in his ear, but all he could hear was ringing.

The ceaseless ringing made him unsteady. Then, he forcefully pushed away Fu Han’s hand gripping his arm and rushed into the bathroom, dry-heaving.

He nearly vomited all his stomach acid. The sensation was terrible. Fu Han’s hand braced the door frame behind him. Ji Qingyu’s body was thin and weak, and there were still unhealed bruises around his waist from days ago.

He stood up and looked back at Fu Han. Clammy sweat had plastered his hair to his face in sticky strands, and his eyes were glistening with moisture.

A trace of what could be called concern flickered in the eyes of this arrogant man, which Ji Qingyu found slightly unbelievable.

Fu Han’s grip on his arm hurt a little. He pushed him back twice, “I’m fine. I’m probably just tired.”

He was often plagued by nightmares lately, dreaming about his child from the past. The pressure weighed heavily on Ji Qingyu’s body. He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

…

The doctor came again in the evening. Ji Qingyu was drowsy and couldn’t hear what the doctor said clearly. His hand was again held by Fu Han. His palm was sticky with sweat. He wanted Fu Han to let go, but he didn’t even have the strength to move his fingertips.

He felt himself being carried to the bed. He turned over, embraced by something warm and scalding. The embrace was too warm; he couldn’t bear to leave.

Then he felt something cool land on his neck. Was Fu Han going to bite him again? If so, he needed to turn over quickly, so Fu Han wouldn’t get a chance. He had to leave. If he was permanently marked, he couldn’t go.

But Ji Qingyu was too sleepy. He could only vaguely realize that someone was holding him. He dreamed all night, surprisingly beautiful dreams. He even dreamed that his first child hadn’t died. She was six years old, very cute, and would call him “Mom” from behind him.

How much he loved that title.

When he woke up the next morning, the bed beside him was empty. There was warm water and pills on the bedside table. A note was tucked under the cup with detailed instructions on how to take the medication.

Ji Qingyu felt weak all day. Wang Sao brought his meals to the bedroom.

Ji Qingyu stayed alone in the bedroom. His phone lit up. It was Ma Yu. He pressed the answer button: “Xiaoyu, I suddenly remembered. I recall a time, when Auntie was first diagnosed, you were helping her at the fish stall. It was raining that day, and I saw Fu Han. He looked so scary then, and you were very down. I hugged you to comfort you, right? He must have seen it.”

“Is there some misunderstanding between you two? If he wasn’t looking for revenge, what was he doing? I saw him two or three times that late summer, like a wooden figure, not saying a word to me. Was he looking for you?” Ma Yu wasn’t sure. “I even remember seeing him in the stairwell once, standing there like a block of wood, right outside your door. My goodness, it scared me half to death in the middle of the night.”

Ji Qingyu put down his phone.

…

He had been feeling exhausted for the past two days. He looked for two melatonin tablets, hoping to sleep early, but was plagued by nightmares. In the middle of the night, someone embraced him. The person’s breathing behind him was hot. He thought Fu Han must have been drinking again. Ji Qingyu wanted him to drink less.

He woke up groggily, trying to distance himself from Fu Han, but Fu Han held him tightly: “Don’t go.”

Ji Qingyu confirmed Fu Han was drunk.

“Don’t go, don’t go…”

Fu Han gripped Ji Qingyu’s hand, mumbling to himself.

His voice was too warm, burning his heart and making him feel uncomfortable.

Ji Qingyu looked at him and gently patted the hand holding him from behind.

“I forgive you for all those things. We can pretend the past never happened, Ji Qingyu. Let’s just continue living like this, okay?” How much did he drink? Was he hallucinating? Fu Han wouldn’t say something like that. Ji Qingyu opened his eyes. The late-night breeze carried a chill; the window was open.

No.

He said in his heart.

A light rain began to fall in the night.

…

The stage play’s final script was delivered, and he was asked to attend the performance in two days. Fu Han found out somehow and insisted on going with him.

Lately, Fu Han followed Ji Qingyu every time he went out.

The stage play was well-received, even gaining a small following online. The music was highly praised. Unfortunately, the two Omegas didn’t end up together, which was a disappointment in the script.

“So, this is the kind of work you take?” On the way home, they sat in the car. Fu Han suddenly asked, “What’s so great about this?”

“It’s just work. I took it because I thought it was suitable,” Ji Qingyu said softly.

“In the future, take scripts with happy endings. Don’t take ones like this.” Fu Han had been very busy lately. He took a call in the car, and Ji Qingyu didn’t know what the person said, but Fu Han tore into them mercilessly.

Ji Qingyu leaned closer to the window. It must have been a work call. Fu Han went on and on. This side of Fu Han still frightened Ji Qingyu, and he moved farther away.

Fu Han’s patience was always limited. Ji Qingyu didn’t want to provoke him. After returning home, he quietly went back to the bedroom. Fu Han went back to the study. The closed door separated their two worlds.

…

The doctor came every day recently to check on him. Ji Qingyu’s wrist was actually fine, and his scent gland had long healed, though he still experienced some nerve pain. But looking at the doctor’s expression, Ji Qingyu always felt like he was hinting at something, holding back a statement.

Ji Ran contacted Ji Qingyu again. Finally, some good news: Lin Ying’s surgery date had progressed.

Ji Qingyu’s spirits finally lifted a bit. He quickly dressed and left, bypassing the driver to take a taxi himself.

When Ji Qingyu rushed to the hospital, the doctor, wearing a white coat and holding a medical record book, was discussing the case with several people around a table—terms like “lesion,” and “indicators,” professional jargon he didn’t understand. Ji Qingyu was pressed onto a stool to await judgment.

Finally, the lead doctor looked up at him: “To put it simply, we have a good opportunity now for a craniotomy. This is the time when your mother is most likely to wake up. Look, the tumor is here… We use minimally invasive surgery now, so the incision won’t be too large. We need to drill three holes… We need to be clear about all the risks. Do you understand now?”

“I understand,” Ji Qingyu lowered his head, his hands trembling. “Doctor, what is the probability of a cure? Will there be more dangerous complications?”

“There’s always risk in any surgery. You must understand. As for the success rate… we can only say this is the optimal time. We can’t guarantee anything else,” the doctor pushed up his glasses. “We are only listing the possible scenarios for you.”

The doctor pushed a piece of paper toward him: “Sign here when you’ve decided.”

“Doctor, please let me think a little longer,” Ji Qingyu couldn’t make the decision.

“What more do you need to think about? If you miss this opportunity, there might not be another.”

Ji Qingyu’s hand shook as he held the pen. After signing, he held the doctor back, asking many more questions until the doctor became annoyed before he was finally ready to leave. He turned and bumped into Ji Ran. Of course, the experts here were invited by Ji Ran; how could he not know if there was any development?

Ji Ran pulled Ji Qingyu, pushing him against the wall: “You posted that video online?”

Ji Qingyu slapped Ji Ran’s hand away: “Your fan tried to stab me with a knife! How dare you question me here?”

“I have plenty of leverage on you. Don’t forget who’s lying in there,” Ji Ran smiled, leaning close to Ji Qingyu’s ear. “If you want her surgery to go smoothly, you need to do me one more favor.”

“What favor?” Ji Qingyu leaned against the wall, feeling like a spider had wrapped him in its silk.

“Nothing much. You can easily get into Fu Han’s study, right? Find documents related to Chenxing Construction, take photos with this phone, and send them to me,” Ji Ran handed a phone to Ji Qingyu. “Do me this favor, and you won’t need to interfere in anything else. Then you can disappear and leave. You have no attachment to Fu Han, do you? Leave with your mother and find somewhere to start a new life.”

“What you’re doing is illegal,” Ji Qingyu had no intention of agreeing to it. “Didn’t you already connect with the Fu family? Why are you still doing this?”

“That’s none of your business,” Ji Ran said, forcefully stuffing the phone into Ji Qingyu’s hand. “I’ve tolerated you twice before. I didn’t touch you because you were still useful. Now, this chess piece of yours needs to move.”

“Does Ji Deyong know about this?” Ji Qingyu felt he was forgetting something crucial. Did Ji Ran frame him back then just because he disliked him? Why was Fu Yunsheng so prepared during the turmoil of the Fu family back then? He looked at Ji Ran’s face, which still showed no hint of guilt.

He also remembered the person he saw embracing Fu Yunsheng at the ball not long ago. He was so close to linking everything together, yet he couldn’t grasp the final thread.

“That’s even less of your concern,” Ji Ran twirled the sunglasses in his hand. He hadn’t appeared in public recently. Public opinion online was overwhelming. Someone had found videos of Ji Qingyu singing at the bar in high school. The songs Ji Qingyu sang back then were the same tunes Ji Ran released after his debut. An ordinary person couldn’t withstand such a storm, but Ji Ran was clearly not ordinary.

He could still think clearly and looked quite playful and cute.

“I won’t help you,” Ji Qingyu repeated.

“Then I can’t guarantee that your mother’s surgery will go smoothly,” Ji Ran hugged Ji Qingyu. “Brother, think about how you’ll be leaving soon. What does the Fu Corporation or Fu Han have to do with you? Think carefully about who is more important to you. Many opportunities only come once in life, and Auntie has been waiting a long time for this one. Don’t make yourself regret it.”