Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Ji Qingyu Shook His Head, …

Ji Qingyu shook his head, trying to get up, but his legs were numb. He ignored the discomfort, frantically reaching for his phone.

Fu Han walked toward Ji Qingyu and scooped him up into his arms. Ji Qingyu had no choice but to wrap both arms around Fu Han’s back, nervously whispering, “I can walk, I’ll walk myself.”

Fu Han ignored Ji Qingyu and carried him out. Ji Qingyu could only cling to him like a sloth until Fu Han placed him on the sofa.

Ji Qingyu hadn’t fully recovered when the person carrying a box walked over—it was a doctor. Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han with unease, unsure what he intended.

Did he find something? Is that why he’s so angry? Did he find out I had an abortion? How could that be? That would be too perceptive…

“Check the voice and the back of the neck together, be thorough,” Fu Han instructed.

The examination didn’t take long. The doctor removed his gloves and then checked the neck wound: “The neck wound has scabbed over. That incision was very deep, hiss. Just apply some scar cream after the scab falls off. But unfortunately, the voice cannot be saved.”

Ji Qingyu sat still, feeling nothing specific. He had asked about it immediately after the injury and had consulted different doctors afterward. Gradually, he had lost hope. Yet, hearing the conclusion again still left him feeling disappointed. After a moment, it felt like someone had tapped his heart with a small awl.

The doctor held up a camera device: “Mr. Fu, take a look. The vocal cords are too severely damaged. The fact that Madam is standing properly in front of you and can still speak is already the best possible outcome.”

“Is there any way to improve it?” Fu Han asked.

“…Drink more throat-soothing remedies. I’ll prescribe some medicine,” the doctor said. “But don’t hold too much hope… simply maintaining the current condition will be enough.”

“I pay you a fortune; you’re not here for a free meal.” Fu Han was completely unreasonable, tapping his fingers rhythmically, his expression unreadable. “If all you can do is maintain the status quo, you can pack up and leave.”

The doctor wiped his sweat and whispered, “But Mr. Fu, some damage is simply irreversible. It exists because it exists… No matter how powerful you are, you can’t turn back time.”

After the doctor finished prescribing the medicine and advising Ji Qingyu, Fu Han’s gaze fell on Ji Qingyu with an intensity of scrutiny: “What happened to your voice?”

Ji Qingyu sat there, hands clasped together, and remained silent.

“Why is your brother’s concert featuring your songs?” Fu Han continued to ask. Ji Qingyu sat on the sofa, sweating through his back. He realized Fu Han must have seen Ji Ran’s call this morning, and since Fu Han liked Ji Ran’s songs, it wasn’t surprising he’d connect the dots.

He tried to find an excuse, but Fu Han was too close. Ji Qingyu’s mind went blank.

“Even if you don’t speak, I can find out on my own. Be obedient.” Ji Qingyu flinched backward in surprise but was pulled back. Fu Han lowered his gaze and commanded, “Tell me.”

Ji Qingyu’s heart raced faster and faster. He quickly fell to the disadvantage in this game of two. He knew the truth would be hard to hide, but if Ji Ran couldn’t be trusted, was Fu Han reliable? Both were vengeful types; offending either was trouble.

“My voice was accidentally damaged after I dropped out of school. I sold the songs to Ji Ran for money,” Ji Qingyu’s voice trembled as he tried desperately to remain calm. “That’s all it is.”

Fu Han didn’t respond. His fingers caressed the rim of Ji Qingyu’s ear, then moved to the fragile ear cartilage. He pinched it repeatedly, seemingly analyzing the veracity of Ji Qingyu’s words.

Ji Qingyu sighed inwardly, pressing his face against Fu Han’s hand. His voice strained, saying words that couldn’t even fool himself: “I love you. How could I dare lie to you?”

Fu Han didn’t know if he was disgusted by the statement, but he abruptly released his hand. “If those songs lead to a dispute later, do you intend to bring the entire Fu family down with you?”

He’s only worried that Ji Ran’s reputation will be damaged because of this, isn’t he? Ji Qingyu thought, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I would marry you. Besides, Ji Ran is fine. Please calm down.”

Fu Han paused, his tone inexplicably worsening. “How much did he pay for them?”

“…Four hundred thousand.”

“The sofa you’re sitting on cost more than forty million.” Fu Han exhaled heavily, then violently smashed the ivory porcelain cup on the counter island. “Are those songs really that worthless in your eyes?”

Ji Qingyu stayed silent.

“You don’t need to worry about this matter,” Fu Han stood up. Ji Qingyu looked up at him, finding him frowning with unconcealed annoyance. “To have the ability to scheme against me yet live like this, you really are one of a kind.”

Ji Qingyu pursed his lips. He didn’t feel pain, just numbness. A buzzing sound filled his ears, and his attention scattered slightly.

Fu Han’s voice reached him. He was instructing Wang Sao to make him some pear paste, then carefully went over the medicine prescribed by the doctor with her.

Afterward, Fu Han put his phone to his ear, seemingly contacting someone. His footsteps grew distant. Ji Qingyu watched his tall, slender figure, briefly recalling some past events.

That year in the 11th grade, the arts performance ended smoothly. Fu Han didn’t participate. The segment was changed to a solo piano performance and song by Ji Qingyu.

The change was last minute. Apparently, something had happened in Fu Han’s family, and he rushed back to deal with it, standing up the teacher and everyone else.

Ji Qingyu was put on the spot. Although he had worked at a live house, playing the piano on stage every other day, he had never sung out loud before.

He was very nervous. The moment he started singing, the entire venue fell silent, followed by an explosion of excitement.

His eyes were only focused on the microphone and the piano keys in front of him. The arts performance caused a storm-like sensation in the school.

During the curtain call, Ji Qingyu saw Fu Han standing in the last row corner of the concert hall.

With so many people present, Ji Qingyu could only see him, like an enchantress in a horror story who hooks souls. Fu Han tilted his head in the darkness and smiled at Ji Qingyu. Then he disappeared, fading into the dark as if he had never been there.

Ji Qingyu stood on stage, feeling somewhat lost.

His fan club spread from the live house to the campus, but Ji Qingyu was uncomfortable with it and didn’t even like it much.

Gifts kept appearing in his desk. He opened one once, and a soft-core adult book fell out, showing the intertwined bodies of an Alpha and an Omega. He released the book as if stung by a bee, quickly shoving it to the very back of the desk. After that, he asked the fan club president to stop people from sending him gifts.

He remained the same, solitary and avoiding crowds.

Gradually, he disappeared from the school’s confession wall. Life seemed to slowly calm down, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

High school students’ novelty only lasted for a short time. Moreover, his personality wasn’t particularly endearing. The matter concluded soon after, coinciding with another important event: the sports meet, followed by summer vacation the day after it ended.

Ji Qingyu wasn’t good at sports. During these group activities, he usually found a spot to sit alone or go for a walk. But, against his better judgment, he remembered the adult book collecting dust in his desk.

He waited until no one was around, returned to the classroom, and hid in the most secluded corner of the small school park to read.

He had seen these things before. Embarrassingly, before he presented, the older brother from the fruit stand next door, Xiao Ma, had shown him an adult film with two Betas. He tried to imagine himself in it but felt nothing special. The two people in the film were crying out profusely at the climax. Xiao Ma saw him getting up to leave and shouted, asking if something was wrong with him.

But this book fascinated him more and more.

He had never known AOs needed to do this. Wouldn’t the Alpha’s sharp teeth hurt? The Omega in the book looked like he was suffering.

He unconsciously bit his finger, feeling afraid yet intently turning the pages.

But on this day, he ran into a ghost. A hazy shadow fell over the book. Ji Qingyu thought it was going to rain. He looked up and saw Fu Han’s face. The face was so close, the impact too strong.

He paused, taking a delayed moment to react. His face flushed, and he frantically tried to grab the book, but Fu Han snatched it away.

Ji Qingyu jumped up to retrieve it, shouting, “That’s mine!”

Fu Han held his hand high, shaking it back and forth in front of Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu’s mind was a mess. He grabbed Fu Han’s school uniform sleeve, flushed and breathless like a rabbit.

“You want it that badly?” Fu Han seemed to be in a very good mood.

Ji Qingyu was anxious and frustrated, unable to say a word. He jumped until he was breathless, tears almost forced out by Fu Han. Frustration, embarrassment, annoyance—he couldn’t tell which emotion was stronger. In the end, only Fu Han’s laughter reached his ears.

Ji Qingyu’s face burned. Fu Han placed one hand on Ji Qingyu’s head and flipped through a few more pages of the book with the other. The sensory stimulation was blatant. Fu Han could even detect the faint, barely perceptible scent of rain in the air—Ji Qingyu’s pheromones.

“I didn’t realize you liked this kind of thing,” Fu Han scrutinized him slowly. “I thought you were a good kid.”

Ji Qingyu stood still, finally provoked. He no longer cared about the book and just wanted to leave, but Fu Han grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back. “Now that I’ve discovered this secret, don’t you need to pay something for my silence?”

“You, you,” Ji Qingyu sputtered out several “yous,” clenching his hands into fists. His eyes were red with anger. He was so frustrated he wanted to cry. He knew it was wrong to sneak a look at these things, but Fu Han’s behavior was worse. He wanted to punch Fu Han’s face, but he didn’t dare to.

“You what? You’re so annoying, you’re so bothersome, why are you like this?” Fu Han mimicked Ji Qingyu’s tone, his voice soft and slow, with an amused smile curling his lips.

“What do you want?” Ji Qingyu compromised, softly cursing under his breath. “I don’t have money…”

“Nothing much,” Fu Han thought for a moment, rubbing his chin. “Sing a song for me?”

“That one you sang on stage. You were almost finished when I arrived. Sing it for me again.” Fu Han spun the book in his hand, then tossed it back into Ji Qingyu’s arms. “I want to hear the complete version.”

He found a clean tree trunk, leaned against it, and crossed his arms, looking like a relaxed magnolia flower. The beautiful white porcelain skin was shadowed by the tree, with dappled light falling on his face.

Ji Qingyu stared at him, only snapping out of it after a long time. He nervously began to sing. Fu Han slowly closed his eyes, listening to the entire song with a relaxed air.

“Not bad,” Fu Han commented.

Ji Qingyu nervously swallowed but didn’t reply.

Light and shadow folded into a transparent, angular glass, enclosing them both. Ji Qingyu felt awkward. He didn’t know what to say, so he turned to leave. This time, Fu Han didn’t stop him. His mind was racing, and he walked a great distance in one breath.

The summer at Mingde was hot. Heat rose, and Ji Qingyu saw the shimmering illusion of steam in front of his eyes. Everything felt slightly unreal.

At the corner of the academic building, Ji Qingyu was bumped by a female Omega. The Omega looked even more flustered than he was, hastily apologized, and walked off toward the park.

Ji Qingyu was slow to respond, saying, “It’s fine.”

He stood there for a moment, suddenly feeling something was wrong. He turned and ran back.

The wind lifted the hem of his clothes. Ji Qingyu’s pace quickened until he saw the Omega remove his neck ring and walk toward Fu Han, who was resting on a stone bench. Only then did he stop, as if a pause button had been pressed.

His footsteps faltered. He watched helplessly as the Omega leaned down and kissed Fu Han’s cheek. His chest felt like it had been injected with a powerful, concentrated acid. Once again, Ji Qingyu realized that he had been projecting his feelings again.