Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Fu Han Mumbled for a Long Time

Fu Han mumbled for a long time before he seemed to understand the meaning of what Ji Qingyu had said. He fell silent, lowered his gaze, his hand trembling slightly.

Only then did Ji Qingyu see the box in his hand. When opened, it revealed a beautiful ring. This time it wasn’t a star pendant. Frankly, Ji Qingyu preferred the pendant a little more. This diamond had great clarity, suggesting a degree of sincerity.

Fu Han’s eyes were dark.

He seemed barely conscious, but he gripped Ji Qingyu’s hand and refused to let go. His face was buried against Ji Qingyu’s lower abdomen: “So, you won’t forgive me no matter what, right?”

“You’re going to be like Mom, leaving me and never coming back.” From this angle, Fu Han’s features were still sharp, but his eyes were unusually tender, carrying an emotion Ji Qingyu couldn’t comprehend.

Fu Han didn’t know how long he had been waiting here. His clothes seemed to be covered in a layer of dew. Ji Qingyu touched his forehead and found it was hotter than his own had been a few days ago.

Fu Han allowed Ji Qingyu to touch him, still clinging to Ji Qingyu’s leg, refusing to release his grip. Ji Qingyu’s finger explored Fu Han’s forehead twice, only to be bitten by Fu Han, leaving a mark. Ji Qingyu hissed, and Fu Han licked the spot twice in a pleading manner.

Ji Qingyu shivered from Fu Han’s licking and sighed. He couldn’t just leave the man by the roadside. After a long hesitation, he exerted a great effort to haul him inside, tossing him onto the bed. Fu Han’s hand was still holding his, refusing to let go.

Ji Qingyu was drenched in sweat from the effort. He collapsed by the bedside, watching the other man. When Fu Han slept, his brows were always slightly furrowed. His palm was broad. There was faint light filtering in from the streetlights outside.

Ji Qingyu went to fetch a wet towel and found some fever-reducing medicine that could be taken after drinking alcohol.

There was only one bed. Ji Qingyu looked at the sofa, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and, somewhat petulantly, finally went to sleep next to Fu Han, still wearing his clothes.

He touched Fu Han’s nose bridge and said with a sigh: “You don’t like me, do you? You were afraid I would give birth to your child, weren’t you? You said I was annoying, remember? You know, I hold a grudge. I remember everything you said.”

Fu Han wrapped his arms around Ji Qingyu’s waist, snuggling further into the Omega’s embrace.

Ji Qingyu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He finally made up his mind to download Weibo again. Clicking into it, he slowly started to piece together everything that had happened recently.

Countless user comments flashed before his eyes like snowflakes. Fu Han’s hand suddenly reached over and rested on Ji Qingyu’s side. His body was like a furnace, wrapping around Ji Qingyu with a strong presence.

Ji Qingyu’s gaze remained locked on the screen.

The latest trending topic had a boom symbol, signaling a fresh development that occurred tonight. New live comments kept popping up:

“So only part of the royalties can be recovered? The rest are hard to define due to insufficient evidence?”

“After all this time, I’m afraid they won’t be recovered.”

“Didn’t you see? Fu Han bought them for tens of millions.”

“Tens of millions? Buying those few rotten songs? Is he crazy?”

How much did he spend?

Ji Qingyu’s eyes widened. Fu Han was still asleep, holding him tightly.

The pain only subsided when Fu Han was present. His glands were likely betraying him. The doctor said pregnant Omegas needed the comfort of Alpha pheromones, and perhaps this was even more true for him.

He hadn’t recovered, still reeling from the news he had just learned.

The moonlight shone in, casting long shadows of the two of them. So, was Fu Han waiting at the door to tell him this news? What was he thinking when he was waiting? Why did he buy all those songs?

Spending so much unnecessary money—Ji Qingyu felt a pang of distress. They were only a few songs. No matter how rich one was, they shouldn’t burn money like this.

The bed in Jiang City was smaller than the secondary bedroom in Jing City. Fu Han was such a big person that Ji Qingyu had to curl up in his arms to avoid falling off. Ji Qingyu was sweating from Fu Han’s embrace. His arm moved restlessly due to discomfort, only to be hugged tighter. Fu Han’s hair brushed against Ji Qingyu’s ear, tickling him slightly.

The Jiangnan region was different from the capital, warm but humid. The view outside the window seemed layered with a green hue.

It wasn’t light yet. Ji Qingyu was very sleepy, and Fu Han smelled nice. Groggily, he grasped Fu Han’s hand. His glands sent a positive signal; the pain was mostly gone. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

He slept deeply. When he woke up, the space behind him was empty. Ji Qingyu got out of bed, slightly disoriented, and smelled the wonderful aroma of food.

Ma Yu was also knocking on the door. It seemed his land deal had been settled. The moment he walked in and saw Fu Han, he froze, his gaze immediately darkening, like a protective hen guarding its chick. He bravely yelled:

“What are you doing here?”

Fu Han was cooking noodles in the kitchen. He turned his face with a look of disdain and malice, watching Ma Yu with a mocking smile. He was wearing an apron, which looked quite comical.

“Go away quickly! You’re not welcome here! I, and Xiaoyu, don’t welcome you!” Ma Yu slowly and cautiously walked in, holding newly picked fruit—bright red persimmons—creating a barrier between Fu Han and the bedroom.

“Who are you?” Fu Han ignored Ma Yu, only placing the noodles in a bowl and adding chopped scallions, preparing to take them into the bedroom. When he lowered his gaze, he was always very oppressive. Ma Yu froze in place. Before he could react, Fu Han brushed past him.

He deliberately left the bedroom door slightly ajar, seemingly intending for Ma Yu to clearly see the situation inside: only one bed, messy blankets, and the clothes Fu Han was wearing also seemed to belong to Ji Qingyu.

“What? What is going on??” Ma Yu rushed in and stood in front of Ji Qingyu’s bed. “What have you done now? Are you even human?”

“If I’m not human, are you, the opportunistic one, any better?” Fu Han was still at ease, like a lion marking its territory.

“Don’t project your own filth onto everyone else! If Xiaoyu hadn’t been completely fed up with you, would I have taken him away? Go back where you came from! What does your wealth and power have to do with us? You are shameless… a shameless piece of work. Where were you before?” Ji Qingyu silently applauded Ma Yu for daring to say this to Fu Han’s face.

The sound of something shattering. Fu Han had smashed a ceramic jar nearby.

Ma Yu went quiet. Truth be told, Ji Qingyu was greatly impressed by his courage to curse Fu Han like that.

“Stop arguing…” Ji Qingyu interrupted very timely in a weak voice. He didn’t know if the landlord’s ceramic jar was a decoration or an antique. He might have to pay for it.

The two quieted down. Ma Yu poked his head in: “Xiaoyu, are you okay?”

“Yes…” It wouldn’t be good if they kept arguing.

His stomach rumbled twice with hunger. His ears couldn’t find peace, listening to the two bickering back and forth. If he hadn’t felt so weak, he would have truly left and put distance between himself and both of them.

Fu Han pushed Ma Yu out of the bedroom and locked the door. Ma Yu started cursing again outside the door until Ji Qingyu, unable to bear the noise, ordered them to shut up. He finally got a moment of quiet.

The noodles were delicious. Ji Qingyu finished one bowl, and Fu Han gave him the rest, sprinkling some osmanthus jam on top.

“When did you make this…”

“I made it over the past few days. You loved eating it in high school.”

Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han’s hand. He was never careful with his body; the bandage had only been wrapped for a few days and was no longer there.

The bruises still looked shocking. Ji Qingyu’s gaze lingered for two seconds, then he quietly looked away.

“Your glands are too fragile. Carrying a child now is seriously risking your life,” Fu Han spoke.

“It’s not your child,” Ji Qingyu insisted stubbornly.

Fu Han laughed: “With those conditions and that frequency back then, it would be strange if you could have gone out and found someone else.”

“Yes, I made you feel great, didn’t I? That’s why you want to come back to me,” Ji Qingyu said.

Fu Han was momentarily speechless. He wanted to say, “That’s not true,” but found he couldn’t refute it.

Ji Qingyu still wanted to argue a bit more, but he was truly out of energy. Ma Yu was still outside. Ji Qingyu felt extremely drowsy. Just as he tried to sit up, the intermittent nerve pain sharply struck the back of his neck. Pain visited again. He couldn’t hold the bowl in his hand, and it dropped to the floor first.

Both men froze. Ji Qingyu’s pheromones intensified, becoming more concentrated than ever before. But at the same time, the pain in the back of his neck intensified to an unprecedented degree.

He opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, his vision suddenly went black, and his body uncontrollably fell backward.

Fu Han rushed over, catching him in time.

“Ji Qingyu? Ji Qingyu!” Fu Han’s panicked voice called out beside him.

Ji Qingyu could only see the ceiling gradually turning black. Ma Yu rushed in from the adjacent room. Ji Qingyu had fainted, unaware of anything.

He woke up again in the hospital.

The sharp smell of disinfectant hung in the air. Ji Qingyu was awakened by two people arguing. The door hadn’t been closed properly, only loosely covering the entrance. Fu Han’s back remained tall and arrogant, blocking the doorway. Most of the noise came from Ma Yu, who was unilaterally venting at Fu Han.

Ji Qingyu noticed something clipped to his hand and simply took it off. As soon as he did, the bedside cardiac monitor started alarming. Anyone would think there was an emergency. In the next second, the arguing stopped, and the door was violently thrown open, making a grating buzzing sound.

Ji Qingyu caught the panic in Fu Han’s eyes. Pretending not to notice, he turned his back and pulled up the blanket, burying his head like an ostrich.

“Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, are you okay? Did he do something to you? Why did you faint so suddenly?” Ma Yu rushed in, shoving Fu Han aside, and grabbed Ji Qingyu’s hand.

A vein throbbed on Fu Han’s forehead. He remained on the side, very restrained, although Ji Qingyu suspected what Fu Han truly wanted was to kick Ma Yu out.

Ji Qingyu couldn’t take the shaking and repeatedly told him he was fine. If he kept shaking, something might actually go wrong. Then he looked behind him. Fu Han frowned, wanting to come closer but not daring to.

“What exactly is wrong with me?” Ji Qingyu asked.

Ma Yu wailed as he spoke: “The doctor said your glands won’t be able to handle it. Let’s not have this child, okay? Your own health is more important than the baby!”

“Your glands are already injured. In those six years, you lacked Alpha pheromones. Repeated heat cycles severely damaged your glands. Later, later I made you have surgery. If you insist on having the child… your glands might not be able to support it,” Fu Han said. Ma Yu leaped up in anger, punching Fu Han in the face, sending him stumbling back several steps. Fu Han turned his head away, not daring to look at Ji Qingyu.

“I’m sorry. I will do my best to find a treatment method. I didn’t know, I…” Fu Han’s face swelled, his lip was split, and blood trickled out.

“The one thing you can do is stay away from him! Can you stop pestering him? Get out!” Ma Yu roared.

Fu Han gave Ma Yu a dangerously cold look, then turned back to Ji Qingyu with a look of utter grievance. He held Ji Qingyu in his arms: “You need my pheromone comfort. I’ll have the doctor come regularly. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll only come with the doctor. The medical resources here are limited. For your health, and for the child’s sake, once your work is done, we’ll go back to Jing City, okay?”

As he spoke, his canine tooth pressed against Ji Qingyu’s neck. Heat climbed up Ji Qingyu’s body.

Ji Qingyu heard him murmuring something in his ear. After a long moment, he finally made out what he was saying: “Don’t drive me away. I beg you. Let me do something for you, Gege (Older Brother).”