Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Although He Seemed Heartless

Although he seemed heartless, after Ji Qingyu returned home and fell asleep, he still dreamed of past events.

During the long break in the third year of high school, Ji Ran called Ji Qingyu out. They chatted happily for a while, but then Fu Han appeared from some corner.

He nodded to Ji Ran as a greeting. When the class bell rang, Ji Ran’s gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment, then he curved his lips and left first.

Only the two of them were left at the corner of the corridor.

The Alpha was wearing his school uniform and looked very tall. The buttons of his uniform were undone, making him look a bit casual, and his hair was just roughly grabbed.

Just as Ji Qingyu was about to ask if there was anything wrong, a light blue pendant appeared in Fu Han’s hand. It looked expensive, conjured as if by magic.

“What is this?” Ji Qingyu asked softly.

“I don’t know. Just found it randomly,” Fu Han also lowered his voice to match Ji Qingyu.

Their heads were very close, staring at the small pendant. Ji Qingyu didn’t know why things had become like this.

It felt like they were sharing a secret.

“Okay,” Ji Qingyu quietly took it, intending to pretend he didn’t care, but he kept turning it over in his hand.

“What’s there to treasure? It’s just a phone charm,” Fu Han’s voice carried a hint of subtle laughter.

“It’s beautiful.” A tiny transparent glass star that emitted a strange blue glow. Ji Qingyu repeatedly stroked it with his fingertip, feeling delighted inside.

“Do you have a phone? What’s your WeChat?” Fu Han suddenly asked. “I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I might call you, even when you’re asleep in the early morning.”

“I don’t sleep well either…” Ji Qingyu thought, Why would you want to wake me up?

“Then call early and sleep while on the voice call,” Fu Han said.

“Why? If you can’t sleep well, you can take medicine or see a doctor. I can’t cure illnesses,” Ji Qingyu smiled. The pendant was now clenched in his palm, the tiny object causing a slight ache.

“Then give me back the phone charm.”

“W-Why?” Ji Qingyu’s eyes widened. This person was so thick-skinned, trying to take back a gift he had just given. “You gave it to me, so it’s mine.”

“Then talk to me on a voice call,” Fu Han pinched Ji Qingyu’s chin and looked down at him. Fu Han’s eyes were beautiful. Ji Qingyu felt the spot Fu Han touched starting to heat up.

“No…”

“Why?” Fu Han let go, then hooked his pinky finger with Ji Qingyu’s. Immediately, the warmth spread from his finger all the way to his heart. Ji Qingyu’s body started to feel hot.

Fu Han was very skilled at provocation.

“Class is starting. Let’s talk later.” Ji Qingyu pursed his lips, stiff all over. He ran off like a rocket.

“Hey, don’t forget to add me!” Fu Han called from behind, his voice fading away.

Ji Qingyu woke up, covering his eyes with his hand. He had gone straight to sleep yesterday, forgetting to close the curtains. Dawn was just breaking, the cold light glaring.

He wrapped his head in the blanket. He hated dreaming of the past. The back of his neck felt cold in this gloomy, rainy weather, a faint, sore ache. Most of the time, he had adapted to coexisting with this subtle discomfort, but today it was particularly noticeable.

That pendant, he didn’t know where it had been lost long ago. Ji Qingyu lay in bed for a long time before dragging himself up. He pulled out the suitcase he hadn’t had time to unpack and rummaged through his pitifully few belongings, but after a long search, he still couldn’t find the pendant. He suspected his memory was faulty and sat on the floor, zoning out for a while.

The birds outside the window fluttered their wings.

Jiang City looked gentle and soft, but when it rained, it was heavier than in Jing City, and clothes never seemed to dry. Ji Qingyu looked at the damp clothes in the courtyard and looked away.

He thought he would feel better after a sleep, but when he woke up, his brain was still groggy, and his body felt weak and sore.

He forced himself to go to the hospital to register. The hospital environment was quite good, with bright, clean windows. There weren’t many people in the morning. He wore a mask and queued alone in the corner. Having been to the hospital so many times, these procedures were as familiar as going home.

The TV in the lobby was showing entertainment news. These chaotic messages always forced their way into Ji Qingyu’s mind; it seemed there was no escape anywhere.

Ji Ran was indeed a popular celebrity. As soon as something happened, all the marketing accounts and paparazzi rushed in. Even his front door was surrounded. Perhaps it was a characteristic of some sort, but his sasaeng (overly obsessive fans) were always terrifying. They used to hide outside the door, waiting for Ji Ran to return home. Now, they had escalated to verbal abuse and insults, as if they had found a legitimate reason for their anger—that the songs that moved them, that liar, were someone they had genuinely loved.

The entertainment host played a video showing the wall outside Ji Ran’s house, covered in paint and other unidentifiable liquids. The glaring words were blurred out, but even so, many offensive terms could be discerned.

Copycat dog, shameless, cheap whore, why don’t you die…—it was almost all such vocabulary.

Ji Qingyu pulled his mask higher. He hadn’t blocked Ji Ran, but since the incident, Ji Ran probably knew he no longer held any leverage over Ji Qingyu and hadn’t contacted him again.

All this was simply the other person’s own doing.

When his number was called, Ji Qingyu walked in. He sat on the chair. The doctor first examined the back of Ji Qingyu’s neck; the scar was a very faint white: “Here to see your glands? How long since the surgery?”

“No…” Ji Qingyu was a bit embarrassed. “I’m pregnant. Here for a prenatal check-up.”

“Pregnant? You weren’t marked. How did you get pregnant?”

“That, I don’t know either. It just happened.” Ji Qingyu’s voice grew softer. “The previous doctor who examined me said this sometimes happens, but it’s uncommon.”

“It is indeed uncommon, unless the Alpha can fully open the os and knot inside you. Typically, it requires repeated attempts,” the doctor was also an Omega, very matter-of-factly using these words as medical terms, but Ji Qingyu bowed his head, muttering internally.

Stop talking, stop talking.

His ears were bright red, and he felt like a cooked shrimp.

The doctor glanced at him: “Oh, young man, you’re about to be a mother. Why are you so innocent? Hurry up and get the checks done. We need an ultrasound to see what the issue is.”

After the ultrasound, the doctor pulled up the electronic file and frowned slightly, looking serious: “Have you been experiencing significant emotional fluctuations recently? This pregnancy is unstable. You know the child and the mother are bound together. If you continue to be depressed and overly anxious, it will affect the child’s health.”

“Furthermore, you’ve had a miscarriage before, and your glands are damaged. Forcibly carrying this child to term might be detrimental to your body. This is not a joke. You must consider it carefully,” the doctor said earnestly. He looked at the Omega before him, whose face showed undisguised gloom, the pale skin gaining a fragile beauty due to this sadness.

Ji Qingyu looked down at his abdomen. He pursed his lips and blurted out, “I—I still want to have this child.”

“I understand. I really sympathize with your feelings. But you should also understand that your body isn’t that strong. You’ve been overworked and overly stressed for years, and your qi and blood are already insufficient. Even with proper care, this child may still cause you significant damage,” the doctor repeated, hoping Ji Qingyu would consider seriously.

Ji Qingyu dully absorbed the doctor’s words, then heard himself say without hesitation: “Even so, I have to give birth.”

Ji Qingyu felt he couldn’t afford to lose anything more. He had lost too many precious and important things in his life. Even if it was to atone for his first child, he couldn’t end another life.

Leaving the hospital, his mind felt even more confused.

In the days that followed, he spent most of his time at the theater. He wanted to use more work to distract himself from the stress.

He didn’t know what was happening in the outside world. He could finally distance himself from the affairs of those important people. He avoided listening and thinking, maintaining a two-point line between the hospital and the theater every day. He quickly became familiar with the new crew members. Yu Yue was full of energy and, besides work, constantly dragged Ji Qingyu out for strolls.

Staying with an Omega so much younger than him, Ji Qingyu didn’t feel bored; every day was fulfilling. Yu Yue talked a lot, and most of the time, he only had to listen, which paradoxically made him feel secure. The loneliness that grew when he was alone also faded. Sometimes, however, he suddenly felt a little empty. He had chosen the narrowest model of bed, but sleeping alone was still somewhat lonely.

Work with the crew was intense. Half a month passed quickly, and it was time for the first official run-through. Today, he brought a cup of goji berry tea. His hair was tucked behind his ear, with a pen resting by his ear. He was waiting early at the theater. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside. He heard Yu Yue’s voice echoing from afar. The theater entrance was noisy. Ji Qingyu didn’t bother to join the excitement, picking up his notebook and heading backstage.

He seemed to have underestimated his own body. He thought he could maintain a sense of calm indefinitely. He desperately wanted to escape, but found that even running away couldn’t avert the memories of the past. The scar was in his heart, constantly festering. If he didn’t resolve it, he would continue to suffer, like a bruise that wouldn’t fade. Sometimes he wondered if he would truly get better, and if the warmth he gained from his friends’ company was just an illusion.

He lowered his head, feeling dizzy again. A sharp sting shot through his glands. His hand slipped, and the cup fell to the floor with a crash, shattering everywhere.

“You can’t come in! They’re rehearsing! If you step inside again, we’ll call the police!”

“Security! What are you doing?!”

Ji Qingyu’s vision went black. He crouched down, trying to recover for a long time, but the pain in his glands didn’t stop. A buzzing filled his ears, and he couldn’t muster the strength to stand up.

A dark figure rushed over. Ji Qingyu looked from backstage.

That person was Fu Han.

Light and shadow danced across his face, loneliness and gloom festering together. Ji Qingyu’s heart clenched tightly. He took two steps back, desperately trying to hide in the shadows.

Bad luck follows him.

What point did he miss that allowed Fu Han to find this place?