Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 43

Chapter 43: His Wish to Forget Him

His wish to shake him off, to forget him—the stronger this desire, the more impossible it seemed to achieve. Ji Qingyu hid in the corner backstage, his head throbbing. Fu Han’s eyes scanned the area.

He knelt on the floor, recovering for a while, then finally struggled to stand up and slipped out of the narrow backstage door before Fu Han could get closer.

Halfway through his escape, he stopped, unable to support himself. His glands burned painfully. He stood up, then suddenly remembered something and pulled out his phone, logging into his old account. Sure enough, Fu Han’s messages were relentless, piled up once again to over 99+.

He gasped for breath, the air stuck in his throat, making him feel unbearable. He had dodged everything external like an ostrich, which made him incredibly passive now.

His fingers trembled as he opened the chat box, scrolling down from the point he had deleted. The messages came one after another, sent more and more frequently.

“Where are you?”

“Are you safe?”

“Were you also being threatened that year when you were eighteen?”

“Did I not do enough, which is why you told me nothing?”

“…I talked to Ji Ran. He was arrested. He told me everything before he went in. I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry. I won’t ever do those things again. I was just afraid you would leave.”

“Was there never anyone else? Was it me all along?”

Ji Qingyu felt utterly confused. On one hand, his head was spinning, unsure why Fu Han was suddenly saying so many nice things to him. At the same time, his body was on the verge of collapsing. His glands were burning, and his eyelids felt heavy.

He bought some painkillers at the pharmacy near his house, quickly swallowing them with a bottle of mineral water. He then planned to rush home, pack his luggage, and run before Fu Han could find him.

But he stumbled back, grabbed the few pieces of clothing in the courtyard that hadn’t fully dried, and before he could finish packing, he collapsed. He lay sprawled on the bed, his consciousness blurred, unsure what was wrong with him.

It wasn’t until someone gently knocked on the door in the evening that Ji Qingyu woke up from his daze. A very pleasant scent of green plum seeped in from outside the courtyard.

Ji Qingyu inhaled the lovely smell with his nose, and his entire body relaxed slightly. He touched his forehead and realized he seemed to be running a fever.

Though he didn’t know exactly what was happening, his current state was far from normal.

How unlucky. Being pursued and having health issues. He didn’t know what the person outside wanted. Perhaps today, Ji Qingyu would make a valiant sacrifice right in this courtyard.

The knocking was extremely light, making it somewhat spooky in the night. Ji Qingyu supported himself on anything he could hold onto and stood up, watching the door cautiously.

But no one slammed the door, and no one burst in. Everything was eerily quiet.

Fu Han knocked gently outside the courtyard. His voice was as restrained and gentle as possible. He cleared his throat, speaking very slowly: “Don’t worry. If you don’t agree, I won’t see you.”

Ji Qingyu stood on the other side of the door, gripping the doorknob tightly, holding his breath. He pressed his body against the door, subtly shifting the small stones on the ground with his feet.

Fu Han being so pleasant was something Ji Qingyu was completely unaccustomed to. He had expected Fu Han to immediately call bodyguards to tie him up and drag him back.

Seeing that Ji Qingyu wasn’t making a sound, Fu Han said a few more things, nothing but repeated promises and assurances.

“Fu Han, I—I have nothing more to say to you. Please leave,” Ji Qingyu interrupted, his ears aching. He felt Fu Han was saying too much.

“Can you let me in, please?”

“No.” Ji Qingyu’s voice was frighteningly hoarse. His head was dizzy, and the nerve pain in his glands spread to every bone joint. If a third person were present, they would notice that the scent of rain from Ji Qingyu was almost drowning the entire courtyard.

He was still unaware of it himself, managing to respond to Fu Han with a trembling voice: “Please leave. You are not welcome here.”

His glands were still uncomfortable, and fearing that too many painkillers would harm the baby, he tried to endure it. But even so, he let out a few tiny, insignificant moans. They were so faint, like a small animal’s gasp, and Ji Qingyu quickly covered his mouth.

“I just want to see you once. I’ll leave once I confirm you’re fine,” the Alpha’s voice was still clearly audible through the door.

What could happen to me? Ji Qingyu felt helpless, struggling internally. After a long moment of hesitation, he opened the door slightly. It was the middle of the night, and the residents in the surrounding courtyards must all be asleep. He didn’t want to alarm anyone else.

He gently opened a small crack. The light from outside was mostly blocked by the Alpha’s tall figure. Fu Han immediately grabbed the edge of the door. Startled, Ji Qingyu forcefully shut the door. The door slammed against the flesh, and Fu Han let out a muffled groan.

“A-Are you alright?” Ji Qingyu yanked the door wide open. He hadn’t used a small amount of force just now. Fu Han’s hand was still on the door, unmoving. Ji Qingyu was anxious. “Why did you grab the door? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t come in?”

Fu Han was still standing there, the back of his hand already bruised a large patch of shocking purple. Despite this, Fu Han’s gaze remained fixed on Ji Qingyu, as if his pain sensors had failed.

“I’m sorry. Your hand… you should go to the hospital quickly.” Ji Qingyu hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and resolutely refused to let Fu Han in.

Fu Han seemed not to have heard. He looked at Ji Qingyu, his gaze fiercely glued to him. Ji Qingyu felt unnerved by his stare and wasn’t sure how to deal with him, so he could only ask: “What, what exactly do you know?”

“I know everything,” Fu Han said. “It was my fault. I just want to see you, to explain face-to-face. If you find being around me unbearable, I won’t appear again to bother you. I just think that perhaps I can help you with some things. You and the child need money and care.”

Fu Han looked like a hunting dog that had lost its fangs. Ji Qingyu could see the dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was very soft: “Can you give me one chance?”

The green plum scent from Fu Han leaked out, unstable. Ji Qingyu was surprised to find his legs weakening slightly. He hadn’t had such a strong reaction before.

“This is my child. Don’t you dare try to do anything to him,” Ji Qingyu took a few steps back. He didn’t understand what Fu Han wanted and didn’t dare to trust him.

Fu Han stepped forward two steps and firmly gathered Ji Qingyu into his arms: “I won’t do anything. I won’t do anything again.”

Ji Qingyu’s back of the neck was enveloped in the scent of green plum, finally easing his discomfort. He had to admit that even if he could control his instincts, the child in his body craved the soothing comfort of the father’s pheromones.

“How have you been these years?” Fu Han’s voice was muffled. Ji Qingyu felt the Alpha embracing him trembling. His breathing and tears landed on Ji Qingyu’s neck. Actually, Ji Qingyu no longer found the past pain unbearable. He had been able to deal with it calmly. It was only very occasionally that the pain would surge up, trying to backlash against him.

But it didn’t matter. He had always managed on his own.

Ji Qingyu was being squeezed uncomfortably by Fu Han. He patted Fu Han’s back with difficulty, signaling that he couldn’t breathe and urging him to let go.

“I—I didn’t let you in,” Ji Qingyu’s eyes were also red-rimmed. “And I didn’t say I forgive you.”

Fu Han started acting spoiled at this moment. He reached out to hook Ji Qingyu’s pinky finger. Ji Qingyu hadn’t seen this kind of affectionate gesture since they reunited.

“Don’t try that on me,” half of Ji Qingyu’s body felt numb. Some long-sealed memories resurfaced. He remembered the eighteen-year-old Fu Han. Like being scalded, he took a huge step back and violently slapped Fu Han’s hand away.

Fu Han hissed, trembling. Only then did Ji Qingyu realize his slap landed directly on Fu Han’s injury. It seemed very painful; Fu Han’s expression changed, and a fine line of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

“You should go to the hospital quickly. Don’t stay here. If you come again, I will move to a different place.” Ji Qingyu paused for two seconds, then heartlessly closed the door. The iron gate creaked, the force so strong that it knocked a few wild flowers off the door frame.

Ji Qingyu gasped, leaning against the door, standing still for a while. The Alpha seemed to knock a few more times outside the door, then gradually fell silent.

Ji Qingyu stood there like that for an unknown period. The person outside seemed very unwilling, scratching the door twice, then pacing back and forth. After a very long time, he finally left with heavy, dull footsteps. Ji Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Strangely, the pain in his glands stopped. It was probably soothed by Fu Han’s pheromones. He rubbed his neck twice, unsure what to do. His phone vibrated twice. He looked down. Fu Han had sent a new message: “Please don’t move to a different place, okay?”

After a while, another message came: “I won’t bother you all the time, okay?”

Ji Qingyu wondered if he was still dreaming. He turned off his phone, went back to his room, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up the next day and went to the theater, someone was there even earlier than him. Seeing Ji Qingyu, he attempted to stand up but ultimately kept his distance.

Ji Qingyu saw his right hand, wrapped in layers of gauze like a mummy. He paused for two seconds, then forcibly looked away.

It wasn’t until everyone had arrived that Fu Han announced a major piece of news.

“I’m sponsoring your play,” Fu Han said slowly.

“Sponsor what? This is such a small-budget play. You’ll lose money. How much did you spend?” Ji Qingyu was three meters away from Fu Han, hugging his cup to his chest, clearly still wary.

Yu Yue still stood in front of Ji Qingyu: “Just leave once the money is transferred. Teacher Xiaoyu doesn’t want to see you at all. Why are you clinging to him?”

“Do you really not want to see me?” Fu Han ignored Yu Yue, staring only at Ji Qingyu, asking gently.

“Really.” Ji Qingyu calmly looked away.

Ji Qingyu didn’t hear a reply for a while. He lifted his head slightly and saw that Fu Han looked a little disappointed, his lips tightly pressed together.

“If you don’t want to see me today, maybe you will tomorrow. Or maybe the day after tomorrow.”

“You—you weren’t like this when you were eighteen.”

“You weren’t this cold to me when I was eighteen,” Fu Han said somewhat aggrievedly. Ji Qingyu looked at the man’s bandaged hand, standing alone in place, afraid to step forward. Fearing he would soften his resolve, he quickly turned and left.