Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Ji Qingyu Finished Speaking…

Ji Qingyu was stunned after speaking. He and Fu Han looked at each other several times. Only then did Fu Han slowly exhale a sigh of relief and ask, “Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”

“Either is fine. I’ll love both,” Ji Qingyu smiled, turning his head to look at the passersby in the distance. Everyone at the hospital was moving quickly.

“What should we name them?” Fu Han asked softly, seeming very interested in the topic.

“A name, huh.” Ji Qingyu pondered, having no immediate ideas. Fu Han also frowned and fell into thought, his hand still resting on Ji Qingyu’s, when he suddenly heard Ji Qingyu’s voice.

“Let’s not talk about that for now. I won’t be returning to the villa to live recently,” Ji Qingyu looked at him calmly, seemingly no different from any other time these past few days, even maintaining a slight smile. “I’m well now, and there shouldn’t be much reason to trouble you anymore.”

He sat there, quietly looking at Fu Han, and uttered these heartless words. Fu Han didn’t react immediately. It took a long time before he finally let out a breath from his throat. “What did you say?”

“I said I won’t be going back to live there,” Ji Qingyu blinked and repeated it, the smile gone from his lips. He looked emotionless, seemingly unfazed by whether his words would hurt Fu Han.

“Not that sentence,” Fu Han said.

“Oh.” Ji Qingyu paused, his eyes resting on Fu Han but not quite focused. “I said I won’t trouble you anymore. You’ve been too tired lately, and I’m well now. Was that it?”

“Why? Don’t stop troubling me. Trouble me more,” Fu Han said anxiously. “Why won’t you trouble me?”

Ji Qingyu didn’t answer. The car arrived, so Ji Qingyu thought for a moment and said, “Alright, then could I trouble you to give me a ride?”

The driver got out and opened the door. It was a three-box minivan. The spacious back seat was quietly furnished with Ji Qingyu’s favorite fruits, large bouquets of flowers, and a thick cashmere blanket.

Fu Han frowned and quietly said, “Can you tell me why?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t really want to go back. Let’s give each other some time.” Ji Qingyu stood up from the wheelchair, walked over, and slowly sat in the back seat.

A damp atmosphere shrouded the car. It was dark and cold air rushed in. Winter truly was this cold. Fu Han paused for a few seconds before following him into the car.

“Could you drop me off in the Eastern City, near the fish market,” Ji Qingyu buried his face further into his scarf.

Fu Han’s complexion went from ashen to purple, changing several times, before finally settling into silence. He opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately fell silent, instructing the driver to start the car.

Midway, Fu Han handed over a file. “This is the compensation from the Ji family. The shares and funds have been transferred. They’re all yours.”

Fu Han had brought Ji Deyong to his knees, close to bankruptcy. When he got ruthless, he showed no mercy at all, and even the Ji family’s businesses were heavily damaged by Fu Han’s opportunistic attacks.

“Ji Ran’s song earnings from these years will also be compensated to you,” Fu Han’s voice was hoarse.

“I bought a lot of flowers for the house, all the food you like. Oh, and musical instruments. I renovated the instrument room. Also, you still haven’t been to that music studio, remember? The one next to the company. I told you about it. If you want, we can go see it now,” Fu Han rattled off a string of things, his pace fast and urgent.

He received no response. Ji Qingyu was looking out the window, so Fu Han lowered his head and murmured to himself, “I thought you asking me to see the child and your mom meant you had forgiven me.”

Ji Qingyu didn’t reply. Scenery outside the window flew past.

“Also, there might still be a way to treat your throat. The doctor talked to me about it. They recently discovered a new medicinal herb, coincidentally found in the Eastern City area. I was planning to surprise you with it when we got home.”

Ji Qingyu didn’t seem to be listening. He gazed at the rushing scenery outside the window. The car drove through the bustling commercial street. Pedestrians hurried by, carrying designer bags. Men were dressed in suits. People held coffee. Everyone looked busy.

The car continued, passing well-equipped glass buildings. Celebrities on giant billboards were refined down to every hair strand. A temple was surrounded by the precious land of the city center, smoke rising from the huge incense burner. There were even more people here, heads bowed in devout reverence.

The car turned a corner. Students with MP3 players, white wired headphones, chatted in groups near the school. Their uniforms were beautiful, their hair straightened or curled, falling over their shoulders.

It was Mingde High School. Ji Qingyu looked at the high school students, momentarily lost in thought. The car sped past again.

“Are you listening?” Fu Han said. “It’s so inconvenient for you to live in a place like that. Can I come visit you? I won’t bother you.”

“You coming is bothering me,” Ji Qingyu smiled. “Please let me rest.”

“Your place doesn’t even have an elevator. You’ll have to climb stairs. It’s too inconvenient,” Fu Han continued.

“It’s okay,” Ji Qingyu said softly. “My mother gave birth to me there too.”

Fu Han’s eyes drooped. His hand still held Ji Qingyu’s, and Ji Qingyu let him. He didn’t know why, but he simply didn’t want to return to the villa.

“Ji Qingyu, aren’t you the one who is most easily soft-hearted? Why are you so cruel only to me?” Fu Han pursed his lips and complained softly. “I’ve done so much for you—the surgery, the lawsuit. Are you just going to use me and then discard me?”

“Yes,” Ji Qingyu’s eyes remained unchanged, even somewhat cold. He said calmly, “I’m just that petty. Fu Han, do you think I’m your doll, that you can definitely win me back if you spend money and effort?”

“The baby just kicked you. Who knows what might happen later? What if something happens when you’re home alone? At least set me as your emergency contact, or allow me to cook for you and check on you every day.” Fu Han quieted down, his breathing muffled. After a long while, he started arguing again. His tone was low, and his expression was obscured by the dim light, making it difficult for Ji Qingyu to read.

“Also, the subsequent transfer procedures. The lawyer needs to contact you. We aren’t divorced yet, and I need to be present for these things too,” Fu Han said. “If not for yourself, you should consider the child.”

“I…” Ji Qingyu paused. “But I’ve always lived like this before. You don’t have to always use the child to threaten me.”

“How is this threatening you? I’m spending money and effort. Is—is this threatening you?” Fu Han’s tone became more desperate, and his voice got louder. “Why do you always misunderstand me?”

Ji Qingyu moved further away, stopped speaking, frowned, and looked out the window.

The driver drove smoothly. Unconsciously, they had arrived at the old neighborhood. The roads were worn, the sidewalk bricks were uneven, the streets were cramped and narrow, and the building facades bore traces of rust water.

Outside the fish market, pedestrians pushed bicycles. The alleyways were crowded, and the air was filled with the common hustle and bustle of city life. It was dinner time, the sky was half dark, and the crowds were milling about.

Ji Qingyu got out of the car and slowly walked into the alley, leaning on the wall.

Fu Han rushed over in one stride, cautiously guarding him, frowning while supporting his arm. He ordered the driver standing nearby to buy dinner from a small stall, took the bag, and followed along.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He picked Ji Qingyu up and walked upstairs.

The difference in size and strength between him and Ji Qingyu was too great. Ji Qingyu couldn’t refuse and simply leaned on Fu Han’s shoulder, letting him carry him.

After walking a few steps like this, Fu Han spoke again, his voice muffled coming from his chest. Ji Qingyu could feel his body vibrate along with it. “Ji Qingyu, you said to wait. How long do I have to wait?”

“Don’t wait. I don’t know either,” Ji Qingyu was put down. He looked at Fu Han from the doorway. “Go back now. There’s nothing you need to do here for me. Thank you for this time.”

Fu Han’s expression stiffened further. He wanted to scowl but forced himself to show a smile, afraid Ji Qingyu would close the door. He firmly wedged his hand in the door frame, finally saying only, “Don’t thank me.”

“Oh,” Ji Qingyu nodded. “I still have to say it. You spent a lot of money and effort. I’ll remember it.”

Fu Han’s face darkened even more. He couldn’t maintain his composure anymore and finally whispered, “Then I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

“You, you remember to eat properly,” he handed over the bag of small wontons. Seeing Ji Qingyu take it, he nodded and ruthlessly began to close the door. Fu Han quickly added, “I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow.”

“Let go. Have you forgotten how your hand got injured last time, and how long it took for the bruise to disappear?” Ji Qingyu’s voice was still gentle. He added, “I know those were minor things for you, but it makes me feel uneasy. Don’t do that again.”

He closed the door, shutting out all the noise. However, he pressed himself against the door. He heard the person outside scratch lightly at the door a few times, then silence.

The old residential building wasn’t well-soundproofed. If Fu Han left, Ji Qingyu would hear it, but there was nothing. So, he didn’t dare move inside the door. He waited a little longer. Finally, there was some movement outside the door. Ji Qingyu thought Fu Han had finally left and was about to sigh in relief, but listening carefully, he realized something wasn’t right. It sounded like quiet sobbing.

His heart clenched. He stood up, moved away from the door, walked into the room, and closed the bedroom door as well. Click. Now the world was quiet.

Ji Qingyu didn’t dare go out to look that night. He was afraid that if he went out and found Fu Han still standing at the door, what would he do? Would he let Fu Han in again? He always found himself going soft on Fu Han, but every time he conceded, he felt the same unsettling feeling of walking towards the edge of a cliff, about to fall.