Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: I’m Pregnant

“I’m pregnant.” Six years ago, when Ji Qingyu found out the news, the first person he told was Lin Ying.

Lin Ying was already in a vegetative state then. He held her hand; it was warm.

“But I might not be able to carry her to term. The doctor told me to reconsider. I plan to go find Fu Han,” Ji Qingyu said. “He won’t be that heartless. This baby is ours, Mom. I’m going to be a mother.”

“Will you wish me good luck?”

…

“I’m pregnant.” Six years ago, the second person to know about Ji Qingyu’s pregnancy was Fu Han.

It was a very unpleasant experience. After that, Ji Qingyu never went to look for Fu Han again.

Then Ji Qingyu sold the brooch and paid Lin Ying’s medical fees.

When he returned home, he found the water pipe was broken. Rusty water flowed all over the floor of the rental apartment. Mold, the end of autumn without heating, and debt.

Ji Qingyu stood at his doorstep. He wondered, was this rental apartment like this when Lin Ying was here? It seemed not, but he couldn’t remember anymore.

It was his first child, and he knew nothing. Thankfully, it was a very quiet baby, neither crying nor fussing. Sometimes, Ji Qingyu couldn’t even feel her presence.

Until he could no longer support himself working three jobs a day, no longer able to do the fastest-earning physical labor. He couldn’t make ends meet and soon owed the landlord several months’ rent.

Then, winter came. He lay in bed, eyes open. Cold. No heating, no food, and no money. Yet, he still wanted to keep the child.

He forgot he was a permanently marked Omega. In the coldest part of winter, he went into heat. The heat made him tremble, collapse, bleed from his throat, and leave scratch marks all over his wrists. He had never been so distraught, wishing he could smash his head against the wall.

His unreal life, protected by Lin Ying, the life inside a glass case, ended. He went to the hospital, signed the paper after repeated confirmation from the doctor, and then, he lost her.

…

Luo Sheng grabbed Ji Qingyu, shaking his shoulder. Luo Sheng’s hands held him steady: “Take your time. Calm down first. Come in and have some hot tea.”

Luo Sheng’s house was the same as always, warm and tidy. He also looked much better. Luo Sheng poured a steaming cup of lemon tea, putting an excessive amount of honey in it—sweet and warm. Then he draped a blanket over Ji Qingyu.

“I’m pregnant. One month along,” Ji Qingyu said. “Uncle, do you think I should tell Fu Han?”

Luo Sheng fell silent.

“Qingyu, you were planning to leave, weren’t you?”

Ji Qingyu lowered his head. Luo Sheng was right; he had planned to leave, but deep down, there was a faint feeling of… reluctance.

“Actually, perhaps you could give yourselves a chance,” Luo Sheng held Ji Qingyu’s hand. “I know there are many things Xiao Han doesn’t know, and you haven’t been able to tell him, but since you have this child, perhaps you should try for the baby’s sake.”

“Xiaoyu, you might think I’m selfish for saying this, but Xiao Han isn’t a bad kid. Many times, he’s probably just picked up bad habits and wrong ideas from being around his father for so long. It’s my dereliction of duty for not being there while he grew up.” Luo Sheng’s gaze carried a hint of guilt. “I’m not qualified to ask Xiao Han to forgive me, just as he’s not qualified to ask you to forgive him. But, as a father, I still selfishly hope you can give him a chance…”

“Of course, all of this is up to you.”

Hearing these words, Ji Qingyu’s anxiety lessened considerably. He was still hesitant but already leaning towards laying everything out clearly for Fu Han. He thought that perhaps Fu Han was more merciful than Ji Ran and wouldn’t hold a threat over him. Maybe he should give them a second chance.

This felt too much like a desperate gamble, and he found it difficult to make up his mind immediately.

…

After saying goodbye to Luo Sheng, he called Ma Yu first: “Brother Xiao Ma, let’s meet. I’ll give you a check. Please pass it to Ruan Jing, and then ask her to leave when no one is around. This money should be enough to pay off her debts.”

“Okay… Xiaoyu, is everything going smoothly?” Ma Yu asked worriedly.

“Smoothly,” Ji Qingyu gave a wry smile. He clutched the corner of his coat. After hanging up, he paced back and forth, rehearsing the conversation several times in front of the villa gate.

Just this once, let’s give each other another chance. He was going to tell Fu Han he was pregnant. He would try again, just one last time.

Ji Qingyu didn’t know if his decision was right or wrong.

His fingers stiffly pushed the door open. Strangely, the entire villa was very quiet today. Ji Qingyu took in the atmosphere of the house. Wang Sao cautiously beckoned him over.

“Mr. Fu is in a bad mood,” Wang Sao whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Ji Qingyu asked softly.

“I’m not sure… Mr. Fu stayed in the spare bedroom alone for a long time. When he came out, he smashed a very cherished antique vase,” Wang Sao said. “Madam, don’t go near him. Be careful not to incur his anger.”

Ji Qingyu patted Wang Sao’s hand but still walked in. Fu Han was sitting on the sofa, expressionless. Two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the terrifying tattoo on his chest. The tattoo had been with him for too long; the color had faded. Instead, the scar beneath the tattoo was more pronounced, still not fully healed after all these years.

Fu Han didn’t speak, just sat there. Ji Qingyu took a deep breath and spoke first, asking strangely, “Fu Han, how did you get… that old scar on your chest?”

Fu Han didn’t answer. He waved him over. Only then did Ji Qingyu see some tattooing tools on the table. Ji Qingyu looked at him with some confusion.

“The color of the tattoo has faded. It needs to be touched up,” Fu Han’s eyes fixed on Ji Qingyu and he commanded, “You do it.”

“I have no experience. I don’t want to hurt you. The tattoo is so close to your heart. You should find a professional to do it,” Ji Qingyu suggested quietly.

Fu Han gripped Ji Qingyu’s wrist, his eyes deep and dark. Ji Qingyu was pulled to the front, leaning on his knees, his hands forced to steady himself on Fu Han’s shoulder. Ji Qingyu looked at the sharp instruments. Taking the plunge, he said, “Alright, I’ll do it.”

…

The tattooing process was long. Ji Qingyu had no experience, and Fu Han had to tell him how to use the needle. Ji Qingyu held the smallest needle, slowly injecting the black ink into Fu Han’s body bit by bit.

Fu Han’s muscles were tense, constantly trembling, and sweat beaded on him. After an hour, Ji Qingyu was the first to run out of strength. He panted and stopped. Fu Han pressed Ji Qingyu’s head against his chest.

Ji Qingyu drank a few sips of water and slowly asked: “How did you get this scar?”

Fu Han lowered his gaze: “A long time ago. When I was little, I tried to run out and find Luo Sheng. Fu Yunbai beat me with a burning hot branding iron.”

Ji Qingyu looked up at the expressionless Alpha holding him. Fu Han’s arms were broad, his muscles firm. Ji Qingyu quietly asked, “Didn’t it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Fu Han touched Ji Qingyu’s hair, showing no emotion. He then said, “Continue.”

Ji Qingyu picked up the medium-sized tattooing pen. His hand began to shake, but he was only one-third of the way through. Although it was just touch-up, it was still difficult for him.

Fu Han breathed shallowly, his chin resting on Ji Qingyu’s shoulder. His breath hit Ji Qingyu’s neck. Their skin was close. Ji Qingyu could feel Fu Han’s jaw clenching with every press of the needle, feeling his forbearance and pain. As if sensing Ji Qingyu’s nervousness, Fu Han slowly stroked Ji Qingyu’s back, helping him calm down.

Fu Han was like a large carnivorous animal. Ji Qingyu carved into his heart. A slip of his hand, and blood seeped out. Fu Han let out a muffled groan, his hand gripping Ji Qingyu’s clothes, then slowly sliding down to Ji Qingyu’s waist and squeezing twice.

Ji Qingyu picked up a sterilized warm towel, wiping away the blood. His body began to release a subtle rain scent, attempting to soothe the suffering Alpha. Fu Han closed his eyes, resting against Ji Qingyu.

It was a long process. The closer it got to the end, the more time it consumed. Ji Qingyu didn’t know how he endured it. His palms were soaked with sweat, and Fu Han was practically glued to Ji Qingyu.

He was like a large feline, his legs clamping Ji Qingyu between them, biting Ji Qingyu’s earlobe.

Ji Qingyu began to tremble.

Fu Han was deliberately cruel, biting harder when Ji Qingyu pressed the needle. The ear cartilage was fragile. Fu Han bit twice, and Ji Qingyu’s hand shook more violently. So, Fu Han bit Ji Qingyu’s earlobe again, this time with more force.

It was Ji Qingyu who was doing the tattooing, yet the dominance still seemed to be in Fu Han’s hands.

Just as they were nearing the end, Fu Han suddenly exerted full force. His sharp canine tooth bit into Ji Qingyu’s earlobe. Pain surged, and Ji Qingyu’s hand sliced another cut into Fu Han’s chest.

Before Ji Qingyu could react, Fu Han pushed the tattoo machine aside and hugged him tightly.

…

The setting sun shone through the window. The touch-up was barely finished. Ji Qingyu let Fu Han hold him for a while, then tried to push him away: “That’s enough. You’ve held me long enough. I still need to sterilize it with alcohol for you. It might hurt a lot. I’m sorry, I cut you a few times. Also, I have something to tell you.”

Fu Han cupped the back of Ji Qingyu’s head, his five fingers pressing into Ji Qingyu’s hair, preventing him from moving. Then he lowered his head and kissed Ji Qingyu.

Fu Han was sweaty, and Ji Qingyu’s earlobe ached. Ji Qingyu realized he couldn’t break free and simply let Fu Han have his way. The fierce beast on his chest looked more terrifying, lifelike, ready to leap out and take a life at any moment. It was majestic and invulnerable, exactly like Fu Han.

“Fu Han… listen to me. I have something to tell you,” Ji Qingyu repeated.

If there had been any hesitation before the tattooing, the current, exhausted Ji Qingyu, tightly embraced by the other person, was even more determined to have an honest conversation with Fu Han. He thought he should try again, give each other one more chance.

But Fu Han didn’t wait for him to speak. He shoved alcohol and gauze into his hand: “Disinfect it first.”

“Okay… I’ll tell you while I disinfect it…”

Fu Han lowered his gaze to Ji Qingyu. The Omega slowly wiped his chest. Fu Han slowly opened a drawer and threw out a familiar phone.

Fu Han didn’t say anything. Ji Qingyu looked at the phone, and the two fell silent again.

Fu Han opened the phone. The photo album was packed with dense, important documents. Ji Qingyu remembered checking it. The phone should have been empty. His heart tightened. The Alpha’s hand slowly gripped the back of his neck: “I need an explanation.”

Ji Qingyu closed his mouth. He suddenly didn’t want to say anything anymore.