Does An Inferior Omega Also Have To Marry First, Then Fall In Love? - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Aren’t There Times When…

Aren’t there times when things happen like that?

Leaving home on a cloudy day and forgetting your umbrella, mistaking sleeping pills for vitamins, marking the wrong answers on a test, or seeing the content you just read in a book play out in reality.

The Omega pheromones in the air were so strong they made Ji Qingyu feel uncomfortable. He presented late and was less affected by pheromones. Unlike a top-tier Alpha like Fu Han, who was highly sensitive to Omega pheromones.

Ji Qingyu saw Fu Han clutch his head and try to distance himself from the Omega. The Omega, however, clung to Fu Han. Fu Han tried to tear her off, but his eyes were forced red with distress.

So Ji Qingyu rushed over and pushed the Omega away. The girl struggled frantically.

Ji Qingyu could barely restrain her, getting several bloody scratches on his arm. To make matters worse, the pheromones radiating from Fu Han carried a strong oppressive force, almost overwhelming Ji Qingyu.

He steeled his heart and delivered a hard chop to the girl’s back neck. The girl slumped into his arms, unconscious.

Ji Qingyu’s head was covered in sweat, his arms were stinging and swollen with bloody marks, and he was gasping for breath from the struggle.

Before he could relax, he suddenly felt a rush of warm air on the back of his neck. Ji Qingyu’s mind was still blank. Tardy hallucinations deceived him, preventing him from reacting in time. A hand clamped around Ji Qingyu’s neck and yanked him backward.

An agonizing ache shot through the back of his neck.

Murky heat, wrapped in a raw, unfamiliar desire, swept Ji Qingyu into a tidal wave.

Canine teeth pierced him. Ji Qingyu’s entire body went numb. He used all his strength to pry Fu Han’s hand away, but he couldn’t break free.

Alphas in heat are maniacs, only knowing how to inject more of their pheromones into the Omega’s gland, fiercely craving more territory. And under this natural gender suppression, the Omega always seemed so small.

The process of pheromone injection was like a long, humiliating torture. Ji Qingyu ached all over, finding it hard to bear. Small gasps escaped his throat, his vision hazy with tears, yet he was powerless to escape.

“Let go, Fu Han, are you crazy? You… you quickly… let go of me!” He struggled desperately, to no avail.

Fu Han paused. Feeling Ji Qingyu’s resistance, his emotions intensified. He bit down even harder, the hand gathering around Ji Qingyu’s lower abdomen burning hot.

After an unknown period, long enough that Fu Han’s hand gripping Ji Qingyu’s neck was wet with tears.

When Fu Han finally released his bite, Ji Qingyu’s legs gave way, and he collapsed onto his knees.

His knees hurt. Every inch of his body was numb, with an underlying itch. Even his voice trembled as he breathed. Ji Qingyu stared at the ground in front of him, sweat and tears mixed together.

The back of his neck felt like it was on fire. Ji Qingyu was slick with cold sweat, the sticky sensation extremely uncomfortable.

Before he could run, Fu Han violently scooped him up, tightly crushing him into his embrace, as if he were a giant toy doll. The force tightened Ji Qingyu’s scattered gaze. He cried, begging Fu Han to spare him.

Fu Han briefly withdrew his canine teeth and licked Ji Qingyu’s wound like an animal, seeming to comfort him, his voice hoarse as he said, “It’s okay. It won’t hurt too much.”

But the next second, he bit down again without mercy.

“Ah!” Ji Qingyu completely ran out of energy. He curled up in Fu Han’s body, panting, completely at his mercy. His body twitched spasmodically, and tears streamed down unconsciously.

After a long time, Fu Han gradually regained consciousness from the pheromone’s control.

Ji Qingyu looked at him with red-rimmed eyes.

Fu Han turned his face away, licked his teeth, as if only just realizing what he had done.

He went to look at the back of Ji Qingyu’s neck, but before he could see clearly, Ji Qingyu’s hand struck his cheek. The slap was as light as a cat’s scratch. Fu Han raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixing on him.

“Fu Han, they were right, you are an asshole.” Ji Qingyu’s tears streamed down. The sourness spread from his limbs and bones. “A temporary mark takes three months to fade. Summer vacation is almost here, and I have to work. You bit me, I… what am I going to do? How can I face people?”

Fu Han touched his face, wiping away the blood seeping from his lips. He stared at the blood, standing silently where he was.

Ji Qingyu wiped his tears, his legs trembling as he went to lift the girl next to him, trying to take her to the infirmary. After only two steps, he suddenly felt lighter. Fu Han had taken the girl. “I’ll do it.”

“Your neck needs to be looked at too,” Fu Han said calmly. “I’ll call my private doctor. You wait here. Don’t go to the infirmary. There might be an issue with what happened today.”

Ji Qingyu’s eyes were still red, his hair falling. His hair was unevenly cut. His eyes were brimming with tears. He threw out a single phrase, “I don’t need you to care.”

He ran, faster than a rabbit, kicking up a tiny swirl of wind.

“Hey!” Fu Han shouted behind him. He didn’t look back, lowering his head and running through the long teaching building, bursting into the infirmary to grab two suppressant patches, then left with his head down.

Ji Qingyu skipped the sports meet that afternoon. He put the suppressant patches on his neck, returned to the classroom, grabbed his backpack, packed his things, and cut class to go home.

When he returned, some neighbors greeted him, but he ignored them. His home was at the very end of the old street. The narrow walls on both sides of the alley were covered in greenery. It was close to the market, and he could hear the vendors shouting.

As he entered the staircase, he startled an orange cat that frequently settled there. The kitten meowed twice, jumped onto the gray concrete wall, and fled.

The exterior of the apartment building was old, but the interior was neat and clean. Fresh flowers sat in a glass vase on the coffee table, and a bowl of pristine white dough, still proofing, was on the stove. Ji Qingyu ignored everything, rushing straight into the bedroom and burying his head under his pillow.

It was only then that he felt a wave of sadness.

A tide of sensory stimulation enveloped him. He reached out to pull his backpack, tossing the adult book under the bed. All that talk about Omegas feeling great was a lie. He felt like he was going to die from the pain.

Is Fu Han a dog…

Lin Ying came home after closing her stall in the afternoon. She was startled to see Ji Qingyu. “Why are you back early?”

“Nothing to do,” Ji Qingyu’s voice was still muffled. Half an hour earlier, he had used a mirror to look at his neck. The red mark on the back of his neck was glaringly horrifying.

Unwilling to look again, he put on a waterproof patch, quickly showered, and then dug out Lin Ying’s only bottle of perfume, aggressively spraying it all over himself.

Ji Qingyu’s home had a semi-open balcony, just large enough for him to sit on. He was wearing a white undershirt, pulled up his oversized shorts, and was practicing guitar.

He was unenthusiastic. The orange cat settled among the many green plants on the balcony shelf, intimately rubbing against Ji Qingyu.

Lin Ying brought back two fish, stunned them on the cutting board, removed the bones, minced the meat, then washed her hands, cut some fruit, and turned on the TV.

“Qingyu, I’ll cook some fish ball soup later. Also, your brother Xiao Ma said to come pick fruit with him when summer vacation starts in a couple of days.” Lin Ying was watching a prime-time soap opera. “Why are you so glum?”

“It’s nothing,” Ji Qingyu strummed a random note. A strand of hair fell across his face. Perhaps lint had gotten in his eye; he blinked uncomfortably. “I hate Alphas.”

Lin Ying ate the peach, looked at Ji Qingyu’s busy back in the kitchen, then turned her attention back to the TV: “The child’s grown up. He doesn’t share his worries with his mother anymore. Do you like someone? Your perfume is too strong. I’m a middle-aged Beta, and I can’t smell pheromones. Why are you spraying so much?”

Ji Qingyu arrived at the live house the next day with deep dark circles under his eyes. A silk scarf, looking out of place in the summer, was wrapped around his neck.

The bar owner frowned: “Xiao Yu, what is that smell on you? Why are you wearing perfume all of a sudden?”

“Uh… wanted to try it,” Ji Qingyu tuned his guitar, chewing on a slice of lemon, trying to stay awake. He tilted his head, holding the guitar between his shoulder and head, his pen quickly writing in his notebook.

In the hazy twilight, a person was sitting in the corner of the bar. His sharply defined face was strikingly noticeable in the dim light. He stood up and walked toward him.

Ji Qingyu looked up and saw Fu Han, arms crossed, his demeanor arrogant, staring at his notebook: “Can this kind of thing be used to write songs?”

“You, why are you here?” Ji Qingyu was confused. “How did you know I was here?”

Fu Han skipped Ji Qingyu’s question, handing him a thin, black card with an unfriendly tone, “Take it. You haven’t lost anything.”

“Ah…” Ji Qingyu shook his head. “Take it back. I don’t want it.”

“…The money inside is enough for you. You won’t have to work anymore.” Fu Han said, his expression full of perfunctory indifference. He frowned and asked, “What is that smell on you?”

Ji Qingyu reacted like an enraged rabbit. He put down the guitar, slammed down his notebook, and regardless of who was standing in front of him, angrily said, “Fu Han, don’t think you can buy everything with money! I will earn money with my own hands! I don’t need you to do this! Do you think I’m like those other Omegas, where you pay money and you get to bite them? You are all bastards who treat Omegas as disposable commodities!”

So, he can be that scary sometimes. Ji Qingyu recalled, What was Fu Han’s expression then? Surprise, confusion, or the anger of being offended? Maybe he was still expressionless. He couldn’t remember clearly anymore.

His memory had many blurry spots. The repeated torment of his heats over the past six years was more intense than he had realized. Neither his body nor his mind could fully return to his eighteen-year-old self.

He briefly zoned out, then forced himself to stand up, put on his clothes, and rush to the hospital.

He didn’t know how Fu Han was handling the copyright issue, but he was more worried about Lin Ying’s condition. The doctor saw Ji Qingyu and greeted him.

“How could you inject her with something without permission?” Ji Qingyu asked, intense anger engulfing him. “What you did is illegal.”

“Mr. Ji, that was just saline solution,” the doctor said. “You asked us to stop the injection today, and we immediately did. It was just a normal injection procedure.”

“With all those people surrounding her, is that also a normal procedure?” Ji Qingyu questioned.

“It was a multi-disciplinary consultation today. Madam Lin Ying’s condition has improved, and you should have been notified about this, shouldn’t you?” the doctor said. “The tumor in Madam Lin Ying’s brain was originally pressing on a nerve. Now its position has shifted slightly. If this continues, it’s very likely we can remove the tumor through surgery.”

“You, are you serious?” A long-extinguished spark of hope reignited in Ji Qingyu’s heart. He excitedly grabbed the doctor’s collar. “Are you telling me the truth?”

“It’s true, calm down.” The doctor pushed Ji Qingyu gently. He looked at the person in front of him, feeling a pang of sympathy. His mother is ill, and he’s an Omega. How can he bear all this alone?

“Your brother came over today also because of this. You don’t need to worry anymore. At least you have your brother’s support. He’s a big star; you don’t need to worry about money.” The doctor tried to comfort Ji Qingyu but noticed the other’s face turned even paler. “He left in a hurry today. He seemed to have something urgent. Perhaps you should contact him.”

Ji Qingyu went to a deserted area to make a call. The corridor was empty. The phone rang twice and was answered.

Ji Ran’s voice was still gentle, “Fu Han came to talk to me about taking your songs back. You’ve only been with him for a few days. I really underestimated you before.”

Ji Qingyu’s voice tightened, and he whispered, “He brought a doctor over to examine my throat. You should know that this kind of thing can’t be hidden.”

Ji Qingyu expected Ji Ran to be furious, but he only loftily replied, “We still have things to negotiate. You need to know what to say and what not to say.”

“Your mother is about to have surgery. This is a crucial time; anything could happen.” The sound of a door opening was heard on Ji Ran’s end, and a man’s voice spoke.

Ji Ran’s tone softened as he responded to a few sentences. “That’s it for now. I can talk to him, but the less smoothly the negotiations go, the worse things will be for your mother.”

“I, I won’t let him know. I wouldn’t dare,” Ji Qingyu said, falling silent once more. He always didn’t dare. He had his burdens, but that burden also gave him hope.

He slightly lowered his head, thin like a solitary shadow, leaning against the blinding white hospital wall. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.

The wound on the back of his neck seemed unwilling to heal. Even though it had scabbed over, it still throbbed with a dull pain.