Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Ji Qingyu Opened His Eyes...

Ji Qingyu opened his eyes and stared blankly at Fu Han.

The dark circles under Fu Han’s eyes were like a brand; his entire eye area seemed a bit puffy. Fu Han was looking down, holding his hand like a devout Buddhist, and Ji Qingyu seemed to have become the shrine he worshipped.

Since the age of eighteen, he seemed to have spent half his time in the hospital. Now that he looked back, those six years were just a gray blur.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore. I dreamed you said you regretted knowing me. You said I was too selfish and cold, so you were going to leave me. But I really, really… know I was wrong.” Fu Han’s voice was very soft, but Ji Qingyu could hear every word clearly.

“I’m afraid that every time you think of me, you’ll only think of my faults. So how much atonement do I need to make to erase those mistakes, to make you forget the wrong things I’ve done?” Fu Han’s eyes were red, and his brow was slightly furrowed. He actually looked a bit helpless.

Ji Qingyu was completely weak, yet he managed to pull a tissue from the bedside table with his needled hand to wipe Fu Han’s tears. He sighed inwardly; he couldn’t bear to see this person crying in front of him.

“A second chance. You’ve said that many times,” Ji Qingyu said. “Don’t cry. I don’t have the strength to comfort you right now.”

This person, honestly. He was the one who had just woken up, the one whose body was weak, and the one whose surgery was half-attributable to the person in front of him. Yet, Fu Han was the one crying so desperately. The one who should be crying should be Ji Qingyu, shouldn’t he?

Part of him found it slightly amusing, while another part felt sad. He rarely saw Fu Han’s tears. Perhaps for Fu Han, the only place in the world where he could cry was by Ji Qingyu’s side.

He thought Fu Han would quickly revert to the indifferent, arrogant, and impregnable controller, that he would soon become flawless again, just like before, where even vulnerability was a carefully calculated tool to soften Ji Qingyu’s heart.

But Fu Han was still crying. This grown man held his hand, his voice heavy. “I dreamed that you looked just like this and told me to live well on my own, and that we would never see each other again.”

Ji Qingyu felt awkward. He hadn’t said that. Should he be held responsible for the words spoken by the person in the dream? He hadn’t even truly held Fu Han accountable for the things he did in real life!

Ji Qingyu couldn’t help but smile slightly. His face was as pale as jade. His eyes focused intently on Fu Han’s long, trembling eyelashes, on his red eye corners, and into the dim air.

“Your surgery is over. Can you please not leave? Don’t be so resolute, don’t treat me like that person in the dream. Ji Qingyu, let’s get back together, okay?” His fingers curled, lightly touching Ji Qingyu’s fingertips. “What do I need to do to pull that thorn out of your heart?”

Ji Qingyu wanted to say ‘No, absolutely not,’ but as soon as he let out the ‘No’ sound, he realized that if he spoke the full sentence, he might feel sadder than Fu Han.

If life had an undo button, one that could instantly clear away all memories of Fu Han, both good and bad, would he press it and then live a peaceful life by the fish stall? Could he truly do that?

Ji Qingyu didn’t know. He stared at the ceiling. In his first twenty years, he had been given too many fantastical illusions, like flowers in a mirror or the moon on the water. Lin Ying gave him an illusion, Ji Ran gave him an illusion, and ultimately, all those illusions were shattered.

Now, Fu Han was promising him forever again. Could he believe this illusion? He didn’t know; he could only feel Fu Han’s hot tears… Fu Han actually had tears.

He couldn’t be discharged for the next few days. Ji Qingyu was still pushed around like a doll into various testing equipment. The doctor and several assistants bustled around, checking and rechecking everything, terrified of any mistake.

A few days passed like this. On a sunny afternoon, the doctor finally placed the latest report on Ji Qingyu’s bedside table and announced, “Your hormone levels are stable. They have returned to the normal range. You can be discharged anytime now.”

“An pregnant omega whose gland had previous surgery, managed to undergo this operation so smoothly and successfully, and your recovery has been very fast. Mr. Ji, you are very lucky,” the doctor pushed up his glasses. “Congratulations. Your body will slowly recover, and you won’t be as thin as you are now, looking like you’ll fall over with a gust of wind.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Frail, Ji Qingyu thought. Actually, he wasn’t thin at all before. He was stronger than many betas, and his body would definitely return to its original state eventually.

“However, I’ve always wanted to ask, why did you have surgery on your scent gland?” the doctor asked with some curiosity. “Not many omegas undergo scent mark removal surgery.”

Ji Qingyu paused, lost in thought, remembering some unpleasant memories. His fingers curled, and he pressed his lips together.

Fu Han happened to push the door open. He hadn’t slept for a night and had just stepped out for a cigarette. By chance, he heard the latter half of the doctor’s question. He stopped abruptly at the door, a rare look of tension on his face, though he instantly masked it.

“Get out. Don’t casually ask about the patient’s privacy. You’re paid to do a job, so stop with the unnecessary chatter.” Fu Han’s tone was cold and harsh, his gaze indifferent, startling the doctor.

The doctor realized he might have touched upon a sensitive subject. He bowed repeatedly in apology and quickly and silently walked out.

“Shouldn’t you thank the doctor for his miraculous skills, or at least be a little more polite and courteous?” Ji Qingyu said softly. He frowned, disapproving of Fu Han’s behavior.

“I’ve given him enough money to buy this entire floor of the hospital,” Fu Han said carelessly. He sat on the bed, pulled a fruit knife with a protective sheath from his trench coat pocket, picked up an apple from the bedside table, and began carefully peeling it.

In just a few quick movements, a snow-white little bunny was carved out. Then, Fu Han dipped the apple in warm water before handing it to Ji Qingyu, treating him like a hothouse flower that might wither if not handled carefully.

Ji Qingyu ate the apple from Fu Han’s hand, feeling awkward for the first time in a while, his face flushing.

Fu Han had removed all sharp objects, not even allowing Ji Qingyu to touch the fruit knife. So, if he wanted to eat fruit, he had to have Fu Han peel it for him.

This person’s wires must be crossed again. Ever since they returned from Jiangcheng, Ji Qingyu felt he was overly sensitive, autocratic, and repeatedly questioned or almost interrogated anything related to Ji Qingyu before he could feel at ease.

After finishing the fruit, he was too tired and lay down for a nap. When he woke up, he felt much better and was finally able to be discharged. Fu Han rolled a wheelchair over, thickly covered with blankets, intending to transfer Ji Qingyu onto it. Ji Qingyu wrapped his arms around Fu Han’s neck, clinging to him like a sloth as Fu Han lifted him up sideways. Fu Han’s strong hands supported Ji Qingyu’s knees and back. Ji Qingyu tucked his head into Fu Han’s chest and was quickly and smoothly placed in the wheelchair.

The physical contact brought a long-lost sense of familiarity. The warmth transferred through his skin made Ji Qingyu shiver.

Even this simple action exhausted Ji Qingyu and made him sweat, indicating that full recovery would still take a considerable amount of time.

He hadn’t informed anyone of his discharge, but today happened to be Luo Sheng’s day to visit the hospital. Luo Sheng rushed to buy a huge bouquet of flowers and stuffed it into Ji Qingyu’s hand. “Xiaoyu, congratulations on your successful surgery.”

“Let me take that. His resistance is low right now; we should be careful of pollen allergies,” Fu Han said, taking the bouquet and ignoring Ji Qingyu’s expectant look, moving the flowers away.

He started instructing Ji Qingyu about minor details again. He had become overly talkative lately, and Ji Qingyu’s ears were beginning to ring. He could only respond vaguely, quietly closing his eyes and pretending to sleep in the wheelchair.

Luo Sheng looked at Fu Han helplessly, shaking his head and sighing. It was a bright, sunny day. The sky was clear when they were discharged, and Ji Qingyu took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling like he had been reborn.

After seeing them out, Luo Sheng waved goodbye. He hadn’t walked far when he was suddenly blocked by an uninvited guest. The tall, aloof Alpha stood in front of Luo Sheng, not looking like a chance encounter at all.

Fu Yunbai blocked Luo Sheng’s path and looked at the medication in Luo Sheng’s hand. Luo Sheng flung the entire bag of medicine onto Fu Yunbai’s face.

“Persistent nuisance…” Ji Qingyu heard Luo Sheng’s voice carry over from a distance, followed by another sentence, “Don’t follow me.”

Fu Yunbai’s suit jacket was still immaculate, and his hair was neatly combed, making him look noble and proud. His gaze remained firmly fixed on Luo Sheng’s retreating back.

He bent down to pick up the medicine boxes, opened the packaging, and carefully read the instructions. A secretary drove up and opened the car door for him. A spot of mud stained his leg, and a few strands of hair fell loose from Luo Sheng’s assault. His hand gripped the boxes tighter and tighter as he got into the car expressionlessly and drove away.

“Uncle Luo looks very angry. Will they ever get back in touch?” Ji Qingyu asked.

“I think it’s unlikely,” Fu Han said. “It’s better if Fu Yunbai stays far away from Mom.”

Ji Qingyu couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He wanted to say something else, but suddenly he felt a chill throughout his body. He abruptly clutched his lower abdomen, hunching and curling up in the wheelchair. The thick wool blanket slipped to the ground, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Fu Han immediately crouched down, his breathing becoming ragged. His hand covered Ji Qingyu’s, and his expression instantly changed. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

It took Ji Qingyu a while to recover. After a moment of astonishment, his beautiful eyes met Fu Han’s. His reaction was a beat slow, and his voice held a touch of disbelief: “The baby just kicked me again.”