Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: The Word ‘Gege’ Made Ji Qingyu’s Heart Clench

The word ‘Gege’ (Older Brother) made Ji Qingyu’s heart clench.

Fu Han was sometimes too domineering, and Ji Qingyu often forgot that the person in front of him was actually younger than him.

“Fine,” he pushed him away after two seconds, but still accepted Fu Han’s proposal. He also wanted to give birth to this child safely.

Apart from his glands, Ji Qingyu genuinely had many minor health issues. Fu Han was very self-aware this time. Ji Qingyu only ever saw him at the hospital.

Gradually, his resistance toward Fu Han lessened. He could exchange a few words with Fu Han, who always waited for him to finish his check-ups, then tried to hold his hand. After being swatted away, he would quietly follow Ji Qingyu and send him home.

This level of distance was tolerable. The atmosphere between them was like a layer of ice. Before, Fu Han would constantly try to pick a fight or make conversation in the car. Now, he spoke in soft, gentle tones, but Ji Qingyu ignored him anyway.

The Omega would simply lean against the car window, staring outside.

After another check-up, Ji Qingyu pushed open the door to the consultation room but didn’t see Fu Han. Just moments ago, the man had been standing by the door, unilaterally sharing many recent work updates.

Wrapped in a cashmere coat, he stood alone in the hospital lobby. He let out a breath and looked around. This floor was almost empty, likely because Fu Han had cleared the area.

Ji Qingyu still had the diagnostic wristband on his hand. For so many days, he had to enter huge pieces of equipment every so often. Those rooms were empty. He would lie flat on the instrument, being pushed into the machine. Whenever this happened, he could only stare blankly at the dark, narrow space in front of him.

Time stretched long. He was afraid, afraid that he might not get to see this child, and afraid that he might lose his life because of this child.

He was a little afraid of death, and very afraid of pain.

Fu Han usually waited for him at the door. Ji Qingyu searched around but didn’t see any sign of Fu Han until he reached the corner at the end of the hallway. Pushing open the last door and peering through the gap, separated by half a curtain, Fu Han sat on a medical bed covered with a blue disposable sheet, his entire upper body exposed.

A doctor was trying to extract something from his glands.

His tattoo looked especially intimidating at a moment like this. In fact, Ji Qingyu was so familiar with the tattoo that he could clearly describe its shape, as he was the one who filled in the color, stroke by stroke.

The ferocious beast pattern made Fu Han look horrifying. There was no expression on his face, but his forehead was covered in sweat, and his veins bulged. He looked to be in great pain.

This was to be expected. An Alpha’s glands were far more sensitive than an Omega’s and inherently rejected the intrusion of foreign objects. Ji Qingyu watched from the doorway as the doctor brought out a sharper instrument—a long, slender, sharp needle—and handed a piece of gauze to Fu Han.

“Bite down,” the doctor instructed Fu Han. Fu Han expertly took the gauze into his mouth. The doctor then gestured for two assistants beside him to hold the Alpha down, aiming for his gland.

Fu Han said nothing. When the instrument entered his body, he instinctively struggled. It must have been truly painful. He violently knocked over the surrounding equipment. Blood seeped from the back of Fu Han’s neck.

He was like a wild beast. Two people couldn’t hold him down together. Then he slammed into a nearby cabinet and went back to desperately grip the edge of the bed, no longer moving.

The scent of green plum turned bitter, permeating the air and clutching at Ji Qingyu’s nose. Ji Qingyu’s hand, gripping the doorframe, trembled.

“Hold him down!” the doctor shouted. His hand was steady. The pheromone collection process quickly concluded. Fu Han’s arm muscles were taut, and his chest heaved violently. He slowly spat out the gauze, completely drained of strength.

He was still able to speak at that moment, his tone husky and flat: “Is that enough? I might be gone for over ten days. Store more.”

“It’s enough, Mr. Fu. I wouldn’t dare do this unless you paid too well. You should know how dangerous it is to extract pheromones from an Alpha’s gland, especially with a live puncture…” The doctor grumbled, his brows tightly furrowed.

Fu Han laughed bitterly upon hearing this, his gaze unfocused as it fell on the air: “How painful must it be for an Omega who has been permanently marked for six years to constantly be deprived of their mate’s pheromone comfort?”

“Then that Omega’s partner must be an absolute jerk,” the doctor placed the extracted pheromones into a freezer, disinfected Fu Han, and applied a pain patch.

“Yeah,” Fu Han smiled sarcastically, his fingertips trembling, his voice softening. His eyelashes cast shadows, obscuring his vision. Like a petrified statue, he sighed softly, “He must be an unforgivable jerk.”

Ji Qingyu watched blankly, quickly recognizing the neatly arranged extraction vials. The liquid inside those capsule-shaped small bottles was what the doctor used every time to soothe his sensitive, collapsing glands.

Sticking the probe directly into the gland must hurt a lot. How could it not hurt? Ji Qingyu quietly backed out, slowly walking along the hallway to the hospital lobby.

He didn’t know how he felt. What was Fu Han doing? Did he want to use this method to offset some of his guilt? Ji Qingyu didn’t actually want him to do this. He didn’t want the other person to try to compensate in this way.

“Why are you still here?” About half an hour later, Fu Han emerged and stopped in front of Ji Qingyu. His collar was high, and he was wearing a bite guard. His voice was steady: “I’ll take you back.”

“No need.” Ji Qingyu tried to look at the back of Fu Han’s neck, but only the edge of a gauze patch was visible, obscured by the collar. Seeing Ji Qingyu looking, Fu Han subtly pulled his jacket up higher.

Ji Qingyu frowned, his tone serious: “You… don’t you know that glands are very fragile and shouldn’t be messed with casually?”

“I know. That’s why you need to get better quickly. At least… let me compensate you a little,” Fu Han said. “I know you don’t want to see me. I’ll leave after I drop you off.”

Ji Qingyu was speechless. Despite struggling so violently just moments ago, Fu Han still looked completely fine now. His legs weren’t shaking when he walked, his expression was still casual, and he even had the presence of mind to chat with Ji Qingyu. As they walked, he reached out again to hook Ji Qingyu’s finger.

Ji Qingyu flinched. His hesitation cost him the moment to push Fu Han away, and his hand was seized by Fu Han.

The driver waited downstairs. The two sat in the car in silence.

“Ji Ran has been detained, but the evidence is insufficient, so he might be released. There will still be a lawsuit to fight. I need to go back for a while,” Fu Han said. “While I’m away, please don’t suddenly disappear again, okay?”

Fu Han spoke to Ji Qingyu now with very little assertiveness. Ji Qingyu had grown accustomed to this over time, but it still felt a little strange.

“I have work here. Where would I go?” Ji Qingyu didn’t look at Fu Han. After a long pause, he finally replied.

Just this single reply made the corner of Fu Han’s mouth curl up. The eighteen-year-old Fu Han also seemed very easy to please and clingy. Later, he had always been cold. Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han’s smile, and the figure overlapped with the memory. He stared for a few seconds before looking away.

The car slowly stopped outside the guesthouse. Fu Han leaned closer. Ji Qingyu instinctively slapped Fu Han with a sharp slap. The driver in the front seat flinched, pretending not to hear anything, but Fu Han grabbed Ji Qingyu’s hand and ambiguously licked his palm, turning his head to the side.

Ji Qingyu’s eyes widened. He cursed silently and fumbled like a rabbit for the car door. The moment the driver unlocked it, he jumped out.

He rushed back to the bedroom and splashed cold water on his face. His chest heaved violently. It took a long time to calm down.

Fu Han was indeed gone for a long time, about ten days. Ji Qingyu’s world returned to the two-point line routine.

He checked Weibo. Ji Ran’s endorsements and business deals were dropping. Plagued by scandal, Fu Han was determined to hound him, refusing to let go. He was like a spider, relentlessly wrapping his prey, refusing to stop until he bit them to death.

Flipping through his phone, Ji Qingyu suddenly found that someone had spontaneously created a fan-topic for him, praising his songs as truly beautiful. His eyes widened, looking at the compliments from people in the fan-topic. He had never been praised by so many people before.

Work on the stage play was also nearing its end. On one particular evening, after an unknown number of days, Ji Qingyu finished work and returned home. Fu Han suddenly reappeared. This time, he didn’t meet him at the hospital but guarded the front door directly. The moment he saw Ji Qingyu, he wanted to pounce on him, looking weary from travel.

Ji Qingyu was hugged unexpectedly. The other person inhaled sharply, embracing him tightly as if drawing in opium. Ji Qingyu’s body flinched, and he violently pushed Fu Han away.

“Can I come in? I brought you many things,” Fu Han said. “Gege, I brought you a new guitar.”

“I don’t lack guitars.” The tip of Ji Qingyu’s heart trembled. He hardened his resolve and refused to let him in, slamming the door shut clumsily.

Fu Han finally behaved himself for once and didn’t knock again.

The next day was a beautiful one. Ji Qingyu woke up in the morning for work, carrying his goji berry thermos. Pushing open the door, he bumped into something heavy. Fu Han, wrapped in his black trench coat, had his long legs stretched out, leaning against the iron gate of the courtyard.

The back of his hand was red from the cold, and his entire face was flushed, especially his eye corners and ears. Seeing Ji Qingyu come out, he turned his face and gave him a smile, innocent and pitiful, his voice husky: “Good morning.”

Ji Qingyu stared at him in disbelief. His hand trembled twice, almost dropping the thermos.

He quickly helped the man inside, poured a cup of warm water, and went to find a thermometer for Fu Han.

Afraid that Fu Han might genuinely fall ill and seek compensation from him, Ji Qingyu left the spot outside the door for Fu Han from then on…

No one knew why Fu Han’s car, which had been parked outside Ji Qingyu’s door the day before, inexplicably drove away, or why, with so many guesthouses available, Fu Han insisted on waiting outside Ji Qingyu’s door.

Later, the stage play rehearsals finally concluded, and tickets went on sale, filling every seat. Fu Han, as the investor, attended the celebration banquet. He had actually slept at Ji Qingyu’s place the night before. The next day, the two attended together. Ji Qingyu didn’t know how to explain this to Yu Yue.

Yu Yue was furious when she saw the two appear one after the other. She looked at Ji Qingyu with disappointment and started making sarcastic remarks to Fu Han. Fu Han ignored Yu Yue, just silently watching Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu felt unnerved by the constant gaze and could only pretend not to notice, ignoring him along with Yu Yue.

“Don’t be like this anymore, Fu Han,” Ji Qingyu echoed Yu Yue. “This won’t change anything.”

Fu Han didn’t reply, only letting out a slight, suggestive breath, as if he was laughing. Ji Qingyu looked at him in confusion. Fu Han still maintained that innocent expression. Ji Qingyu suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He pondered for a moment before realizing that, somewhere along the line, his life had once again become completely filled with Fu Han’s presence.