Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: So you Were Unwilling To…

“So you were unwilling to marry Fu Han because you already had someone in your heart,” Ji Qingyu confronted Ji Ran. “You truly treat marriage as a business. And you’re willing to be with a person like him.”

“Don’t misunderstand. Since we’re here, I might as well tell you: the person Fu Han wanted to marry was you back then,” Ji Ran’s tone was listless.

Ji Qingyu raised his eyelids to look at Ji Ran.

Ji Ran’s expression was no longer an exaggerated, hypocritical fake smile. He was calm, looking at Ji Qingyu expressionlessly: “There was a time, about four or five years ago, you know, when Fu Yunsheng almost succeeded. It was Fu Han’s lowest point, and it was also when I became famous by releasing albums using your songs.”

Ji Ran drank the entire glass of iced soda. He started lighting a cigarette. The smoke made Ji Qingyu extremely uncomfortable. Ji Ran stared directly at Ji Qingyu, speaking in a flat voice as if he were recounting some trivial story about someone else.

“One day, I held my first concert, followed by a second and a third. Then, there was always one person sitting in the front row—Fu Han,” Ji Ran tapped the plate with a knife, looking down at the gorgeous, elaborate pastries, his eyes filled with annoyance and numbness.

“It’s hard to imagine, but he was at almost every show, in every city, for many days straight. When the tour ended, he said he wanted to buy all my songs and asked how much. I refused, so he came to me every day, and each time, the price he offered was higher than the last. Finally, I couldn’t bear it anymore. I told him he should want me to keep singing and that we had a good relationship,” Ji Ran stubbed out the cigarette on the cigarette pack, leaving black ashes. The colorful cigarette box curled up as it burned, emitting an unpleasant scorched smell.

“I felt humiliated then. I didn’t understand, Ji Qingyu, why you could do nothing and still have someone obsessed with you, while I worked so hard, trying to please everyone and be the best, yet I didn’t have your talent. I really don’t understand. Isn’t that just unearned gain?”

Ji Qingyu’s mind was numb listening to these absurd arguments. He didn’t want to engage with Ji Ran’s twisted logic, yet he felt a suffocating sense of breathlessness. Fu Han wanted to buy his songs. Why? To commemorate his mistake? To warn himself never to repeat it?

“Fu Han just watched me in the darkness that day. I thought he was dying. That kind of look isn’t something a normal person should have. I thought he was going crazy,” Ji Ran continued.

“But later, nothing happened. Fu Yunsheng lost, and Fu Han regained control of everything. Sometimes I wonder if the Fu Han I saw those days was just a dream. Tell me, how could someone like Fu Han beg anyone for anything, or let something go so easily? I thought about that for a long, long time, and then I realized: Fu Han liked you. He actually liked you,” Ji Ran finished, scoffing, his gaze toward Ji Qingyu growing colder.

Ji Qingyu listened silently. He finished the coffee in front of him. It was sugar-free Americano, bitter and acidic. For some reason, this bitter coffee taste also made him feel like vomiting. His stomach churned. He endured it for a few seconds, then suddenly rushed to the restroom and dry-heaved.

After a long while, he stumbled back to his seat. As soon as he sat down, Ji Ran’s attention, which had been fixed on the window, returned to him. He looked at him with a strange expression and asked jokingly, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

What kind of talk is that?

Ji Qingyu ignored Ji Ran, his fingers curling. He silently wiped the water from his face. He had just splashed cold water on his face, soaking his hair, yet he still couldn’t calm down.

He sat back down, and the feeling of nausea gradually subsided.

“I didn’t come here to hear this,” Ji Qingyu held the coffee cup in his hand. His side profile was pale and calm in the chilly early autumn light. Faint veins were hidden beneath the smooth line of his arm. His wrist bone flexed slightly. He stared at Ji Ran. “I want an extra sum of money.”

Ji Ran looked at Ji Qingyu with some surprise, then smiled after a moment, “Alright, I thought you called me here for something else. I’ll write you a check right now. But you’re not short on this amount of money. You could just ask Fu Han for it. Can’t you bring yourself to ask him?”

Ji Qingyu looked at Ji Ran. This heart-to-heart talk today made him feel increasingly nauseous. He didn’t know what Ji Ran saw in Fu Yunsheng. Perhaps enormous profit. Only such a thing could bind Ji Ran.

Just like in high school, perhaps Ji Ran had a genuine, fragile liking and dependence on him, but in the face of profit, it all became insignificant.

“That’s none of your business,” Ji Qingyu took the check. He stood up, wrapped his coat around himself, and turned to leave.

He heard Ji Ran say a light, airy remark behind him: “Brother, now that you know the reason, don’t hate me so much. Look, aren’t you doing quite well now?”

“My well-being has nothing to do with you. Everything bad in my life is thanks to you,” Ji Qingyu paused, replying in a flat tone.

…

Perhaps influenced by Ji Ran’s joke, he returned home feeling increasingly uneasy. He kept feeling physically unwell lately, which was highly unusual. He tossed and turned in bed for a long time, eventually deciding to go to the hospital and register for an appointment.

While waiting at the hospital, he felt like he was back in the summer six years ago—those agonizing nights in the rented apartment. People always think that once you overcome a hurdle, everything will be fine, but the scars remain forever, impossible to repair.

Occasionally reflecting on it, the sense of grievance and resentment could drown a person. Only by becoming numb could he barely cope with the pain laced with glass shards.

He watched the call-board on the screen, clutching the payment slip, and waited for another half hour.

Finally, it was his turn.

He checked the time: 3:21 PM. He walked in. The doctor routinely asked him to get a checkup. He had his blood drawn and returned to the examination room. The doctor lowered his head to look at the results. Every minute felt like an immense torment for Ji Qingyu. If he had a child, if he really had a child, it was impossible… How could it be?

The doctor looked for a few more seconds, then finally turned to face Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu stared into the doctor’s eyes. A bird outside the window flapped its wings. Ji Qingyu knew he was a bird that could never fly again. He heard the doctor say: “Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”

Ji Qingyu froze, his head buzzing.

The first thought that came to mind was Fu Han’s words: Fu Han said he would never allow him to give birth to a child.

The doctor initially wanted to offer congratulations, but the Omega in front of him certainly didn’t look happy. He was very beautiful, with a gentle yet melancholy demeanor, and his whole body tensed up upon hearing the news. The doctor had seen many such situations and immediately understood, sighing inwardly.

Ji Qingyu remained motionless. A cold sweat broke out on his back. After a long pause, he finally found his voice, which was hoarse and unpleasant, full of disbelief: “Doctor, you must have made a mistake in the diagnosis. This is impossible.”

The entire room had become a tiny prison. He was the one who couldn’t escape.

“Impossible?” The doctor shifted the computer screen toward Ji Qingyu. “See for yourself. All the indicators are clear. Look at the HCG level. How much higher is it than the normal range? Don’t doubt it. You are one hundred percent pregnant.”

Ji Qingyu felt all his strength drain away. He tried to stand up but knocked over the stool beneath him with a muffled thud.

He didn’t want to say a single word.

The person waiting behind him was urging. The person was holding a child, and the baby’s crying sounded particularly jarring at this moment.

“Why now? What should I do?” Ji Qingyu mumbled to himself.

“What do you mean, ‘what should I do’? Go find your Alpha. Talking to me won’t help,” the doctor said. “It’s normal to feel emotional in the early stages. You’ll be fine after a while.”

“How far along is the baby?” Ji Qingyu asked.

“Just over a month,” the doctor replied.

Over a month. Were his frequent vomiting and mood swings over the past few weeks all because of this child? He covered his lower abdomen. Breathing became difficult. He felt almost frantic.

The phone rang abruptly. Ji Qingyu looked down and saw it was Fu Han. He couldn’t face him and pressed decline.

The calls came in fast and furious. Ji Qingyu felt even more panicked. He simply turned his phone off. He didn’t know where to go. In moments like this, the only person he could think of was Luo Sheng.

Ji Qingyu took his ID and medical records. “Thank you for your time.”

Six years later, fate had given him a second chance. He still didn’t know if he could do it right, but he would not lose his child again. This was his child.

His steps were unsteady. Outside the examination room, he turned his phone back on. Fu Han’s messages flooded the screen. The next call came in immediately. The ringing was jarring. Ji Qingyu stared at Fu Han’s name and pressed answer.

“Why didn’t you pick up?” After a few seconds of silence, Fu Han spoke first. His voice was as cold and impersonal as ever. In that instant, Ji Qingyu felt a sudden terror. His back pressed against the cold hospital wall, and his palms were coated with clammy sweat.

Fu Han won’t want this child.

He thought.

“I was just talking to Nannan, so I missed your call,” Ji Qingyu said weakly.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. What do you want for dinner tonight? I’ll make you boiled fish,” Ji Qingyu’s mouth was moving on its own. He said whatever came to mind. He tried to chat with Fu Han calmly, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably.

“You don’t need to cook,” Fu Han paused, then said, “Just come home early.”

“Mmm, okay…”

After hanging up, Ji Qingyu covered his face.

He walked to an empty corner of the hospital corridor and cried silently, restraining himself until all his emotions were spent. Then, he slowly stood up.

Leaves rustled outside the hospital.

He quickly hailed a taxi by the roadside.

His eyes were red. He stumbled and pushed open the door. Luo Sheng was tending to saplings in the courtyard. Seeing Ji Qingyu so distraught, he also became anxious.

“What’s wrong?” Luo Sheng rushed over to steady Ji Qingyu, asking gently. His eyes first noticed the plastic bag in Ji Qingyu’s hand. He was very familiar with the names of the medications—he had used them the year he was pregnant with Fu Han. He only needed one look before he froze.

Ji Qingyu was completely stunned. He clutched Luo Sheng’s hand, still outwardly composed, but internally collapsing, held together only by a fragile shell. He trembled and whispered: “Uncle, I’m pregnant.”