Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: The Location of the Celebration Banquet Was Set

The location for the celebration banquet was set at the orchard newly rented by Ma Yu.

The trees were full of persimmons.

Ji Qingyu reached out to pick one, but always missed. Finally, Fu Han plucked a persimmon and placed it in his hand. Ji Qingyu put the persimmon back into Fu Han’s hand, ignoring Fu Han’s slightly stiff smile.

Fu Han couldn’t integrate, so he silently picked persimmons by himself on the side, and Ji Qingyu didn’t look at him either. He could only watch Ji Qingyu’s back, surrounded by people in the crowd.

Fu Han’s gaze rested on Ji Qingyu. Actually, Ji Qingyu was like this in high school, but he rapidly withered later, and Fu Han was an accomplice in that process.

Fu Han lowered his head, looking at the pleading calls from Ji Deyong on his phone. He was going to ruin the Ji family. Not just Ji Ran, but he was going to make all of them taste what Ji Qingyu went through back then.

His hand gripping the phone trembled. He thought, But what about me? What right do I have to be the exception, to be pardoned?

In the evening, the crew picked over ten pounds of persimmons, preparing for a persimmon feast.

Fu Han proactively offered to cook. Ma Yu looked at him with suspicion: “You? Can you cook? A young master who has never done manual labor.”

The two were far from the crowd, especially far from Ji Qingyu, because of the persimmon carrying. Fu Han let out a cold sneer, “Don’t eat it then, you insignificant thing.”

“Me?!” Ma Yu was stunned by the retort. Fu Han had already taken a step, beating him to Ji Qingyu’s side.

Ma Yu chased after him, thoroughly enraged, yelling at Fu Han: “Who are you calling insignificant? The orchard is my orchard, the land is my land. What are you pretending to be, you outsider? You…”

He went on a long rant but didn’t hear a single response from Fu Han. He looked over and found Fu Han holding a small bamboo basket of persimmons, standing by Ji Qingyu, gazing down at him silently.

Ji Qingyu gave Ma Yu a subtle glance: “That’s enough, Brother Ma. Let it go for today. He’s been busy all day, and he still has to cook. He hasn’t bothered us today, so don’t talk like that.”

A few crew members, unaware of the full story, added comments, probably to curry favor with the investor: “Yeah, yeah, calm down.”

“Chasing after him like that is a bit aggressive.”

“I’m aggressive? No, didn’t you see this guy just now…” Ma Yu pointed at Fu Han, feeling deeply wronged.

“I think I accidentally cut myself,” Fu Han suddenly said to Ji Qingyu. He pulled up his tracksuit sleeve. Sure enough, there was a long, thin cut on his beautifully muscled forearm. Blood droplets continuously seeped out. “It’s fine, though. It’s just that when I was with your Brother Ma today, he insisted I pick the persimmons from the high branches…”

“What do you mean ‘my Brother Ma’?” Ji Qingyu felt speechless. The wound looked quite deep. He quickly ran to find gauze. It was at this moment that Fu Han gave Ma Yu a provocative smile.

“You f**king…” Ma Yu tried to charge forward again, but was held back by two people beside him. Ji Qingyu returned. He hadn’t found gauze, but he found iodine and cotton swabs. He carefully started dabbing Fu Han’s wound.

Every time he dabbed, Fu Han’s arm would twitch slightly.

After a few dabs, Ji Qingyu paused and looked up at him in confusion: “Does it hurt that much?”

This person had fought a dozen people in high school without batting an eye. He wouldn’t even bother bandaging an injury this small before.

“A little,” Fu Han said without changing his expression, his gaze resting quietly on Ji Qingyu. When he looked at people like this, he was truly focused and handsome. Ji Qingyu was stunned for a few seconds. Fu Han seized the opportunity to lean in slowly, his voice laced with an ambiguous, teasing tone:

“Kiss me once, and the pain will go away.”

Here we go again.

Ji Qingyu pursed his lips, lowering his gaze. He shoved the cotton swabs and iodine into Fu Han’s arms and turned away mercilessly, leaving him with a final instruction:

“Finish applying that and go cook. Everyone is waiting for you. You injured your left arm; it shouldn’t affect your cooking, right?”

Ma Yu let out a snicker. Fu Han saw that Ji Qingyu had truly left, leaving him only a cold back. So, he quickly applied the iodine himself and went to cook as if nothing had happened.

During dinner, Ma Yu was still hoping to see Fu Han fail.

He thought if Fu Han served something messy and inedible, he would have an excuse to make a fuss. He had all his insults ready, waiting for Fu Han’s dishes to arrive. But when the first dish was served, everyone gasped faintly.

With each subsequent dish, the gasps grew louder.

Ma Yu’s face darkened as he looked at the beautifully colored, exquisitely presented dishes. He was completely defeated. He picked up his chopsticks again, trying a bite, and after tasting it, he fell silent. Then, stubbornly, he took another bite.

Fu Han let out a timely, cold laugh from the side.

Ma Yu blushed deeply and jumped up to glare at Fu Han, but Fu Han completely ignored him, focusing his attention entirely on Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu was whispering something to Fu Han, who was listening quietly. Fu Han even had the leisure to add food to Ji Qingyu’s plate, which was never empty.

Everyone had worked hard all day and started to dig in enthusiastically. Since they were eating his food, some people at the table began to compliment Fu Han. Ma Yu expressed his disdain for this behavior, then lowered his head and ate an entire plate of crispy persimmon stir-fry.

When the party broke up in the evening, Yu Yue and Ma Yu tried to pull Ji Qingyu away. They hadn’t walked two steps before Fu Han let out a soft hiss, sounding very uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong with you now? What’s wrong with you now? You’re never going to stop this trick, are you?” Ma Yu was furious. He admitted that Fu Han’s cooking was indeed delicious, but so what? This behavior was truly disgusting and nauseating!

Fu Han remained silent, staying still. Ma Yu really wanted to go and fight him. Ji Qingyu wavered for a moment but still asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Fu Han said after a pause.

“Of course he’s fine! What could be wrong with him? He’s just putting on an act!” Ma Yu was about to continue, but Ji Qingyu intervened, pushing Ma Yu’s back. He initially intended to ignore Fu Han and leave with Ma Yu and Yu Yue, but Fu Han suddenly gripped Ji Qingyu’s wrist and whispered, “I actually do feel a little unwell…”

Ji Qingyu paused, finally deciding to send Fu Han back first.

Sitting in the car, Ji Qingyu looked out the window as usual, but the next moment, he felt something furry lean against his shoulder.

Such a tall person—his shoulder could barely support the weight. He reached out to push him away, then instinctively stroked Fu Han’s hair twice. Then he heard Fu Han quietly whisper in his ear: “Have you truly never hated me?”

“What?” Ji Qingyu didn’t immediately understand.

“I yelled at you that year, and I said terrible things to you. I never went to find you… I keep having nightmares recently, dreaming of you alone during your heat cycle. I, I’m afraid you hate me.” Fu Han’s voice grew softer as he tried to embrace Ji Qingyu. After hearing him, Ji Qingyu just laughed softly.

“It’s okay. I was a little sad at first, but later I got busy earning money and didn’t have time to think about those things,” Ji Qingyu said, then pushed Fu Han again. “Can you stop acting like this? What exactly is wrong? You look very energetic. Can you let go of me first?”

“I’m afraid you don’t want me anymore. Don’t leave me.” Fu Han didn’t mean to let go. “In Jing City, when Mom told me the reason you were with me, I completely panicked. I was terrified. I really… I was frantically looking for you. If Ma Yu hadn’t been so foolish as to not change his license plate, I don’t know how much longer it would have taken…”

The car window opened slightly, and the night wind blew in. Ji Qingyu sighed, feeling almost helpless.

If Fu Han had used harsh words to threaten him, he might have been able to respond calmly. After all, that’s how he had always lived; he was used to it.

But he couldn’t handle this proud and arrogant person lowering his head and pleading.

“Gege, please let me compensate you. Please let me do something for you.”

Ji Qingyu was startled, his eyes wide. He thought, Actually, I’ve worked hard enough. The person who has struggled for so long can’t help but repeatedly doubt whether this taste of relief is another illusion.

“But you previously said you didn’t want me to have your child,” Ji Qingyu said slowly.

“If you don’t give birth to mine, whose will you give birth to?”

“But you told me not to come home anymore.”

“Those were words spoken in anger. I won’t ever say them again. If there’s a next time, you can kick me out the door.”

“Are you lying to me with all this too?” Ji Qingyu stared, looking at the vast emptiness of the night. The driver had stepped out to smoke when Fu Han hugged Ji Qingyu. Only the two of them remained in the car. The small, quiet space was suffocating, making it hard to breathe.

“Are you still going to speak harshly to me, still going to curse me? Are you going to revert to your old ways and bite me whenever you feel like it? Do you know how sharp your teeth are? Biting places other than the glands really hurts,” Ji Qingyu’s voice was very soft. It had been a long time since he cried, but today he couldn’t quite control himself. “I hate you. I clearly explained back then. You told me to leave. You abandoned me, Fu Han. I really…”

This was truly embarrassing. He thought he was truly open-minded and could let go. In reality, he wasn’t indifferent at all. He just knew that some people would care about his tears, and others wouldn’t.

So, he had hidden his heart for six years, and only now dared to tentatively show a corner of it.

He said he felt deeply wronged.

“It will never happen again. I’ll only bite the glands from now on,” Fu Han’s voice became more gentle and cautious.

“Fu Han, why did you never mark me?” Ji Qingyu asked again. “I thought it was because you hated me so much, disgusted by me to the point where you wouldn’t even mark me. But that’s not it?”

Am I actually still worthy of being loved?

His voice was trembling, but he suddenly realized that Fu Han’s voice was shaking even more than his own. The hand gripping his back was tight, holding on firmly and refusing to let go.

“I was afraid. Afraid that you would be like Mom, wanting to leave but unable to go. So I was waiting. Waiting for you to truly be willing.”

Ji Qingyu smiled faintly. He sighed softly: “Then you still have to wait a little longer.”