Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 56

Chapter 56: The Coldest Season in Jingshi…

In the coldest season in Jingshi, Ji Qingyu sat outside the ICU, completely unharmed, his fingers tightly clenched together. The red light of the ICU was on, doctors rushed in and out, performing resuscitation.

Ji Qingyu’s eyes were fixed on the door, unmoving. The resuscitation took longer than expected. Someone next to him tried to pull him away, whispering for him to go rest.

His hand was lifted and then dropped. He curled up in the chair. This place was so familiar. Ji Qingyu blinked. Why was he always only on the outside, watching and waiting?

He felt unbearably cold. The surroundings were noisy yet quiet. He hugged himself, burying his face in his knees. His hair hung down, blocking his vision. This was his most habitual posture for self-protection.

The sound of hurried and frantic running echoed from outside the corridor. Ji Qingyu lifted his eyes and saw Luo Sheng walking over, panting heavily.

“Xiao Yu, how is he? How is he doing?”

Ji Qingyu’s tears began to fall like broken strings of pearls, converging into a relentless stream. He pursed his lips, embraced Luo Sheng, and burst into uncontrollable sobs.

“It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on moving out, if I hadn’t insisted on staying away from him, if I hadn’t…”

“It has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with you.” Luo Sheng held Ji Qingyu tightly. Every bone in Ji Qingyu’s body ached. He weakly gripped Luo Sheng’s back. Fu Yunbai followed closely behind. He walked over aggressively, glared at Ji Qingyu, wanted to say something, but finally just sighed.

The winter in Jingshi was so cold, yet Ji Qingyu no longer wanted to return to Jiangcheng. He just wanted Fu Han to open his jacket and wrap him inside.

“Ribs punctured the chest cavity, hemorrhagic shock. He may not make it. The family should be prepared,” a nurse came out and said.

“How many times have you put him on the critical list?” Fu Yunbai asked.

“How much suffering has my son endured because of you?” Fu Yunbai raised his hand, pointing at Ji Qingyu, and roared, “I truly wish you would exchange your life for his.”

“Enough.” Luo Sheng shielded Ji Qingyu and confronted Fu Yunbai. “You never treated him like a human being. Why pretend to be a loving father now? Fu Yunbai, neither you nor I fulfilled our parental responsibilities. What would Fu Han have become if it weren’t for Xiao Yu? Would he be just like you?!”

“He already made his decision when he turned the steering wheel. What’s the use of saying all this?” Luo Sheng glared fiercely at Fu Yunbai. Fu Yunbai mumbled twice, finally lowering his eyes and falling silent.

“Fu Yunsheng got off easy. If he fell into my hands, I’d make sure he begged for death and couldn’t get it,” Fu Yunbai said sinisterly.

Ji Qingyu heard nothing.

Karma and retribution, perhaps everything was inevitably sliding into the abyss from the day he and Fu Han met, falling ceaselessly, endlessly.

No one would ever know why Fu Yunsheng had given up the chance for a comeback and made such a mad move.

He died on the spot in that suicidal attack. The car spun, plunged off the cliff, and exploded into a spectacular mushroom cloud.

Ji Qingyu and Fu Han were rescued by the police who rushed over. Ji Qingyu was only briefly unconscious, with a mild concussion, even skipping hospitalization for observation.

Fu Han, however, was in a different wing of the same hospital, and had been declared critical three times.

Time stretched out, second by second. Ji Qingyu sat in the chair by the door, frozen like a puppet. He saw many hallucinations: Fu Han chatting with him in the high school storage room, turning his head and staring blankly at him… Fu Han getting injured in a fight, being seen by Ji Qingyu, who anxiously yelled at him.

“Can’t you take care of yourself? You’re always like this. When you get hurt, don’t you feel pain?” Ji Qingyu didn’t know where he found the courage to yell at Fu Han.

Fu Han didn’t argue. His face, hidden in the shadows of the dilapidated alley, turned away slightly. He whispered something quietly. Ji Qingyu didn’t catch it, frowned, and leaned closer to ask what it was, only to have his hand suddenly seized by Fu Han.

“Put medicine on me,” Fu Han said, pressing a small medicine bottle into Ji Qingyu’s hand.

“I—I don’t know how.” Ji Qingyu’s hand trembled in Fu Han’s palm.

“What’s there not to know about applying medicine? You don’t know anything. You don’t know how to kiss, you don’t even know how to date. Now you don’t even know how to put on medicine. Then why are you meddling in my business?” Fu Han finished and turned to leave.

The injuries on his body looked truly terrifying. Ji Qingyu gritted his teeth and grabbed him again, applying the medicine in the crowded alley. He could feel Fu Han’s burning breath, pressed close to his head, his breathing hoarse. Ji Qingyu’s ears began to turn red.

“Ji Qingyu, how do others pursue you?” After a short period of silence, Fu Han suddenly asked abruptly.

“No one really pursues me,” Ji Qingyu said. He carefully dabbed the ointment onto Fu Han’s bleeding areas. As soon as he finished, he tried to run, but Fu Han caught him.

Fu Han opened his mouth to say something, but Ji Qingyu didn’t listen, shook off his hand, and ran away.

The place Fu Han had held was frighteningly hot. Ji Qingyu’s breathing was erratic, fluctuating. He ran far, far away before stopping, supporting himself on his knees, bent over and panting.

…

The murky, pale air, the bone-chilling cold, the anxious atmosphere, and the red light of the operating room. There was no one else on the entire floor, only the corridor, long enough to seem endless, narrow and cramped.

In the hospital corridor, across so many years, Ji Qingyu suddenly heard clearly the sentence Fu Han had said back then: “Because no one worries and asks me like you do.”

Fu Han, are you in pain?

No one has ever asked me that.

The dark night descended. Ji Qingyu hung his head. People came and went around him. He was like a doll that had lost its concept of time.

“Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, can you hear me? Let’s go eat something first. You just went through a car crash yourself. You can’t keep pushing yourself like this. Your body won’t hold up.” Luo Sheng shook Ji Qingyu.

“Xiao Yu…?”

A hand waved in front of him, but Ji Qingyu showed no reaction.

“If he won’t eat, force it into his mouth. He has to swallow, doesn’t he?” another voice said.

“Get away from him,” Luo Sheng yelled at the person nearby.

Ji Qingyu looked down at the ground. His knuckles were cold and curled up. He blinked, thinking, It’s over. He couldn’t even recall a single bad thing Fu Han had done.

His countless past experiences had warned him not to trust others easily, not to fall into a trap again, or the consequences would be dire. He shouldn’t believe in so-called momentary guilt. To Fu Han, he was just one of the dispensable ones.

But was that true?

He couldn’t lie to himself.

His eyes were open, and every nerve told him that he desperately wanted to hug Fu Han and say, I’m sorry for making you so unhappy all this time, so please don’t die.

He couldn’t bear to lose anyone else again.

He stiffly shook his head, stubbornly sitting where he was, waiting for Fu Han. He kept waiting. He didn’t know how long passed. Dawn broke. Ji Qingyu groggily woke up, finding Luo Sheng beside him, letting him lean on him.

Birds sliced through a layer of clouds on the horizon. The door of the operating room opened with a creak. Light spilled out. Ji Qingyu opened his eyes and stood up, his vision suddenly blacking out. His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed onto the floor.

He looked anxiously into the operating room, his breathing ragged. He opened his mouth: “Doctor, how… how is he?”

“He’s out of the danger period. We need to observe him for a while. He has three broken ribs, but his life is no longer in danger. Young Alphas have strong recovery abilities, so you can rest assured,” the doctor said.

Ji Qingyu staggered inside. The room was eerily quiet. Fu Han’s consciousness seemed unclear. It wasn’t until Ji Qingyu was close that Fu Han sensed someone approaching.

He struggled to turn toward Ji Qingyu, his eyes looking at him with a hint of reliance, seemingly wanting to say something. Ji Qingyu crouched down, leaning close to Fu Han.

Fu Han’s voice was low and heavy. He whispered, “Ji Qingyu, I’m in a bit of pain.”

“Then don’t talk if you’re in pain,” Ji Qingyu said slowly.

“If I’m in pain, will you care about me?”

Ji Qingyu’s heart felt like it had been stabbed twice. He felt completely shattered. The image of Fu Han covered in blood before he fainted resurfaced in his mind.

“Fu Han, do you know how dangerous that was? You could have been seriously injured, or even if not, you might have lifelong consequences.”

He realized that his current pain was more intense than when his own voice was destroyed, more painful than when Fu Han told him to get lost, more painful than any time before.

“It’s okay,” Fu Han blinked, uncaring. “The doctors said my recovery is strong.”

Ji Qingyu cautiously tried to check Fu Han’s wound. Before he could lift the blanket, Fu Han stopped him: “Don’t…”

The current Fu Han had no strength to resist. Ji Qingyu ignored him, lifted a corner, and saw the long, frightening scar hidden beneath the gauze. There was even blood seeping onto the dressing.

Ji Qingyu opened his mouth. He gasped a few times, struggling to catch his breath.

Fu Han held Ji Qingyu’s fingers. His windpipe had taken in a lot of blood and fluid earlier, making his voice extremely hoarse. He choked a few times, but his hand still clenched tightly, forcing out a sentence with great difficulty in a whisper: “Give… give me one more chance… okay?”

Ji Qingyu looked into Fu Han’s eyes. Despite such severe injuries, there was not a hint of remorse in those eyes. His gaze remained intently focused on Ji Qingyu.

If he weren’t afraid of Fu Han falling apart, Ji Qingyu would have truly punched him.

“Yes,” Ji Qingyu was silent for two seconds, then pressed Fu Han’s hand to his own forehead and started crying again.

“You won’t go back on your word this time, right?” Fu Han’s voice sounded a little wronged.

“Mhm,” Ji Qingyu panted, constantly repeating, “Never. Never again. Never again… I’m sorry…”

Outside the door, Luo Sheng stood quietly. He stopped Fu Yunbai from entering. Only the two of them remained in the room.

That day, Ji Qingyu realized that if there was such a thing as a fool who obsessively believed in love, Fu Han was certainly one of them… and perhaps he himself was no exception.