Chapter 15 Never mind, why bother...

Forget it, why humiliate myself?

He eventually gave up.

A few days before the performance, Ji Qingyu became somewhat anxious and began to compulsively clean up the clutter in his home. In the piano room of the villa, he found a box, a wooden square box hidden deep inside the wardrobe and concealed by clutter.

Ji Qingyu wiped the dust off the box with his hand, pushed the golden clasp to one side, and with a rhythmic click, he opened the lid.

Inside were empty pheromone suppressant bottles, the glass bottles lying haphazardly overturned, with a thin injection record at the bottom.

It's very regular; I need to get a new injection cycle almost every few months, three times a day, and the dosage keeps increasing, which is completely abnormal.

This indicates that omegas are almost never satisfied during their estrus cycle. Without sufficient alpha hormones, they need to rely on medication. Ji Qingyu knows that only omegas who have been permanently marked will have such a strong estrus reaction.

They intensely crave their partner's pheromones, and if they don't receive enough, their desire will burn continuously.

Some alphas even use pheromones to manipulate omegas, prolonging their estrus cycle to satisfy their own desires.

This is not a good thing.

Ji Qingyu used the cheapest, lowest-quality inhibitors for six years, and her once healthy body became extremely weak, with her reaction time and attention also declining.

The records in this notebook show that omega relied on inhibitors for as long as eight years.

This means that this omega has been controlled by his alpha partner for a long time.

Ji Qingyu's palms felt a little cold. He turned to the last page, where the name Luo Sheng was written. He felt his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, begin to die.

Besides these, there were two other letters, probably for Fu Han. Ji Qingyu didn't read them. He tidied everything up and wondered why Fu Han hadn't taken the box with him. Perhaps he forgot.

He decided to ask Sister Wang what Fu Han would take away, but before he could find anyone, Fu Han's assistant suddenly came to visit.

“Madam, Mr. Fu asked me to find two letters.” He seemed very anxious, and almost cried when he saw Ji Qingyu. “He said they are in a wooden box and contain very important things.”

"Wait for me a moment." As expected, Ji Qingyu handed the box and letter to his assistant, intending to say goodbye, but found his assistant standing there hesitating.

"What's wrong? Just tell me, don't be afraid," Ji Qingyu poured her assistant a glass of warm water.

“Madam, Mr. Fu has been in a bad mood these past two days. I made a mistake at work and angered him. If I go over now, I’ll just get scolded,” the assistant seemed embarrassed, her face turning as red as a monkey’s bottom. “Could you come with me? It’ll only be a little while; we’ll finish delivering soon.”

Ji Qingyu thought that he had only added fuel to the fire in the past. He might have just given you a few words of reprimand, but I stirred things up and fired you.

He initially wanted to refuse, but when he saw his assistant's pleading eyes, he softened. He then thought that Fu Han treated everyone the same, and that his presence might help alleviate some of the pressure.

He and his assistant got into the car, which had a cool sandalwood scent. The two sat quietly and silently. The assistant spoke first: "Madam, Mr. Fu has put your wedding photos on the table, and there are several of them."

"Oh." Ji Qingyu said blankly, his hair tied up in a bun and falling softly over his shoulders. He clasped his hands together and held the box tightly. He asked in a slow voice, "Is it because he often has business clients visiting his office?"

Maintaining a good family image is important.

"Madam, the president wasn't working overtime for a while, but then he started again. I asked him about it, and he said there was no one home when he got home..." The assistant's voice trailed off, "You were very busy recently, weren't you?"

Ji Qingyu chuckled dryly, "It's alright, just busywork."

The assistant was very talkative, and after a while she couldn't help but say, "Actually, I used to be a fan of Fu Ran's CP, but now I unconditionally support you. I still have a lot of videos of your wedding with the president saved on my phone."

Ji Qingyu was stunned for a moment when a phone was shoved into his hand. The video on the screen had a high number of views. It was a video of him and Fu Han reading their testimonies. Fu Han's hand was around his waist, and he was looking down at him with a somewhat burning gaze. Ji Qingyu hurriedly handed the phone back to his assistant.

Before she could say anything, the driver swerved and the car stopped in front of the company building. Ji Qingyu carefully followed her assistant upstairs. As soon as the elevator doors on the top floor opened, she heard a reprimand.

Looking back, he saw his assistant push him into the office and then disappear.

Holding the box, Ji Qingyu stumbled in somewhat bewildered. Fu Han was still the same as before, his expression calm yet intimidating. The people in front of him trembled. Ji Qingyu broke the heavy atmosphere.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Han's brows furrowed even more, his tone cold and distant. He instructed his subordinates to leave first, then loosened his tie and leaned against his desk.

"I, I've come to deliver something," Ji Qingyu glanced at the table out of the corner of his eye and saw that there were no wedding photos. He quickly handed over the box and was about to leave.

"Stop." Fu Han's voice turned cold, and Ji Qingyu was frozen in place, no longer daring to move.

Fu Han tapped the box, his voice clear and slow: "Have you looked at what's inside?"

"No." Ji Qingyu thought, "I'll take that as you believing me."

Fu Han opened the box, took out the two letters, and slowly unfolded them in his hand. "These were written by my other father, Luo Sheng."

"Where is he?" Ji Qingyu followed Fu Han's lead and continued the conversation.

"I don't know. He left me. He left when I was eight years old and has never come back since." Fu Han threw the letter back into the box, the glass bottle making a soft clinking sound. Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han, somewhat puzzled as to why he would suddenly tell her these things.

The office curtains were half-drawn, preventing the sunlight from reaching the corner where they were. Fu Han wore a somewhat indifferent expression, and did not appear sad.

Ji Qingyu often felt that Fu Han was an emotionless being, always wearing the same expression, making him unpredictable and seeming very distant.

Fu Han spoke plainly, as if he were talking about someone else's affairs, "It rained heavily the day he left. The downpour buried all traces, and no one knew where he went. Fu Yunbai searched the entire city of Beijing, and countless people were sent to search all over the country over the years, but they still couldn't find him."

“When he was still alive, I often felt that he was a soft-hearted person. If any servant in the house said a few kind words to him, he would be happy for a long time.” Fu Han took out a cigarette case from his pocket, picked up a cigarette, and hesitated but did not light it.

Fu Han's face was as cold as ice, and Ji Qingyu could not discern a trace of his emotions, so she could only listen silently.

"Later, he made a cut on the gland."

Ji Qingyu's heart tightened, and she looked up at him. An omega destroying his own glands—no one knows what the consequences will be. Without the glands providing a constant supply of hormones, it's fatal for an omega.

Ji Qingyu thought that he had been a mother briefly, and he knew that if a mother were still alive, she would always miss her child. This was like the mutual attraction between A and O, an inviolable law of nature. Even after almost six years, he still felt heartache when he thought of his lost child.

How desperate must Luo Sheng have been back then to choose never to return and never see his child again? Or perhaps he died on the run.

"Why were there so many inhibitors used up?" A sense of sorrow gripped Ji Qingyu's heart, and he couldn't help but ask.

“Because Fu Yunbo is a pervert.” Fu Han’s lips revealed intense hatred. “He himself can’t tell whether he loves her more or hates her more. Maybe he’s just insecure and afraid that my mother will leave him.”

"So he just kept Luo Sheng hanging on, not giving him pheromones? Forcing Luo Sheng to beg him?" Ji Qingyu felt a wave of sorrow. Why could an alpha mark countless omegas, while for an omega, once marked, it was like being locked in a cage from which there was no escape, and could only beg for the other's charity like a dog.

Ji Qingyu felt that Luo Sheng made the right decision; he should have run far away, to a place where no one could find him.

“I will never forgive Fu Yunbo in my life, and of course, I will never forgive Luo Sheng, let alone let you go.” Fu Han closed the wooden box and placed it on the desk. “What you did was no different from what they did, and even worse.”

Ji Qingyu curled her fingers, speechless.

Fu Han's cold gaze fell on Ji Qingyu's face. The way he looked at him like he was appraising an object sent a chill down Ji Qingyu's spine. He wondered if Fu Han had also inherited Fu Yunbai's genes and would inflict the same violence on him.

Ironically, he had endured this torture for six years without even having to do it himself.

Ji Qingyu didn't want to listen anymore and turned to leave.

Fu Han's hand cupped Fu Han's lower abdomen from behind, his tone extremely cold, and he asked tentatively, "Ji Qingyu, are you hiding something from me? It's not too late to tell me now."

Ji Qingyu closed her eyes, wanting only to leave: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ji Qingyu felt Fu Han's grip on her lower abdomen tightening. Fu Han was getting angrier. He had been acting very strangely these past two days, and Ji Qingyu couldn't understand why he was so angry.

Fu Han always hid his emotions too deeply. He wasn't very bright and couldn't find the deepest reason, but he didn't want to keep saying sorry.

He simply felt exceptional sympathy for Luo Sheng. Her husband was a possessive and obsessive madman, her son resented her departure, suffered gland damage, and her promising future was ruined. Perhaps she would never have the chance to return to the stage and would have to live in anonymity. Or perhaps she wouldn't even have the chance to live in anonymity, already a wandering soul.

Who cares how Luo Sheng has lived these past years?

He felt a sharp pain in his heart. Thinking about it, his experience was quite similar to Luo Sheng's, except that he couldn't even escape, making his situation even more tragic.

Fu Han was very dissatisfied with his answer, and it seemed that his handsome mouth was about to spew out more and more vicious words, but in the end he just grabbed his wrist and led him into the lounge.

When Ji Qingyu was thrown onto the bed, he saw the photo frames on the bedside table, one by one, with the photos face down. He had no idea what they contained. The alpha revealed his sharp teeth, but Ji Qingyu suddenly remembered his own child. He had aborted his own child. The hopeless days and nights six years ago weighed on his mind, forcing him to make a decision.

How could he have given birth to that child amidst poverty, illness, and debt?

Despite trying to comfort himself, Ji Qingyu's lower abdomen still ached terribly, and he felt heartbroken and devastated. He stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to focus his gaze. He was filled with regret, reaping the consequences of his actions every moment. He thought that Fu Han was right; he was not a good mother.

Fu Han leaned down again, gripping Ji Qingyu's hand so tightly that a cold, sharp pain shot through him.

His teeth touched Ji Qingyu's glands, and it seemed as if he was about to bite down viciously at any moment.

A note from the author:

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