Chapter 2 What if God is very biased...

If God has people He favors, then naturally He also has people He dislikes. Ji Qingyu felt that he must have done something heinous in his past life to offend God.

Ji Qingyu turned off his phone and stood there blankly for a few seconds until his thoughts were interrupted by the doctor. The doctor politely called him over and said that he had received a notification from Fu Han and had come to give him instructions on pre-operative matters.

“Omega glands are very fragile, and they can only have gland surgery once in their lifetime. Your glands are swollen all year round, and your endocrine system is abnormal, so recovery may be very slow.”

Ji Qingyu thought that Fu Han was probably going to leave him at home to fend for himself. It seemed that he had really disgusted Fu Han back then, to the point that Fu Han was unwilling to even mark him.

Several more entertainment news articles popped up in my phone's window.

The comment section was almost entirely dominated by Ji Ran's fans, with obvious signs of paid commenters controlling the comments. As a star who has been popular in the entertainment industry for five or six years, Ji Ran's fan base has considerable influence.

The top comment with tens of thousands of likes reads: "Ranran said it wasn't him who wanted to marry, it was his brother."

"Isn't Ranran an only child? Where did she get an older brother?"

"It seems to be an illegitimate child..."

"Huh? An illegitimate child wants to steal Ranran's things? Is he crazy?"

He watched the fans and onlookers discussing heatedly in the comments section. No matter where Ji Ran was placed, he himself was always the villainous supporting character in the story, while Fu Han was the high and mighty, pampered bright moon. It seemed that whoever possessed him had the opportunity to defy fate.

But clearly, all of Ji Qingyu's misfortunes began the day Fu Han bit her gland. If you want to talk about defying fate, it was Fu Han who put dry tinder on her destiny, which Ji Ran then set ablaze, burning her to ashes.

Fu Han has always been a cruel and vengeful person. In high school, his uncle stripped him of his power in the family and he was even unable to obtain the inheritance left by the family. However, within a few years, he gradually brought his uncle down and took over the position himself.

He ruthlessly and mercilessly purged the veteran officials one by one, completely overhauling the group and firmly grasping it in his hands.

The media describes him as an ambitious reformer, with far more haters than lovers. In recent years, Ji Qingyu has frequently seen him in financial newspapers; Fu Han has changed a lot and no longer easily reveals his emotions.

Now, as the head of the Fu family, he is not only a renowned young eligible bachelor, but also the helmsman of a business empire worth billions.

Ji Ran's fans initially celebrated with gongs and drums. However, when they later learned that Fu Han was going to marry someone else, their opinions quickly changed.

Vicious curses rained down on Ji Qingyu like pebbles; they didn't hurt at first, but a lot of them could hurt. However, Ji Qingyu was tough as nails, and he didn't care about such trivial words at all. He cared about very few things: family came first, music second, and nothing else seemed to truly upset him.

"Speaking of which, that illegitimate child was just someone who picked up things that Ranran didn't want."

"Ranran said she and her brother have a very good relationship. If they have such a good relationship, why would he steal Ranran's boyfriend?"

"What sincerity could this kind of person have? They're just harboring evil intentions."

Good relationship? Ji Qingyu wanted to laugh at these words. They were indeed very close in high school. Ji Qingyu had never had any particularly close friends since childhood. When Ji Ran suddenly approached him, he quickly gave his heart to him.

Looking back now, he was really foolish.

Ji Qingyu leaned against the hospital wall, his eyes still fixed on his mother's room. When he didn't have classes, he could sit here for an entire afternoon.

Lin Ying's eyes were closed, and the white mist in the oxygen mask appeared and disappeared. Ji Qingyu blinked slowly. He hoped that she would wake up in the next second. Lin Ying had been lying here for six years since she was diagnosed with brain cancer and her nerves were blocked.

If she wakes up, Ji Qingyu doesn't know how to tell her what has happened in the past few years.

He forced a smile at Lin Ying, but couldn't keep it up. He felt tired, lowered his head, his hair obscuring his vision, and closed his eyes to rest in his chair.

This floor is very quiet, there aren't many people here.

Ji Qingyu kept thinking about that friend request. He remembered the first time he met Fu Han. They were both young then, only in high school. Fu Han hadn't learned to hide his emotions yet, and his inherent arrogance and dislike for him were undeniable.

That was the summer of my sophomore year of high school. At eighteen, when hormones are at their peak, alphas can't suppress their tempers and always need an outlet.

Ji Qingyu unfortunately became the weakest link.

In this prestigious academy, Ji Qingyu was a specially recruited student with exceptional talent, so she had nothing to rely on.

He's an omega, handsome, and fast. He never knows how to back down, so the alphas not only pay attention to him, but also like to catch him and surround him like a rabbit in a corner.

This time was no different from usual.

He was pushed into a storage room overgrown with weeds in the corner of the playground. The alpha in the lead grinned and said, "Isn't your mother a fishmonger? Your pheromones must smell fishy too, right?"

"Hey, want to let us out for a sniff? Maybe if we're in a better mood, we'll let you go." The alphas laughed, their eyes filled with a strong yet naive desire.

His pheromones smell like rainwater, not fish.

He gritted his teeth, his mouth tightly shut, his face full of vigilance and defiance, which made the group of alphas laugh even more happily. "We heard that you also like to sing a few songs, and quite a few alphas like you. How about you sing one for us?"

Ji Qingyu lowered his head. He was unlucky this time and thought he would run faster next time.

"Ji Qingyu, people of your social class should stay in their proper place and stop showing off and daydreaming," the alpha mocked.

A hand grabbed his hair and patted his cheek, then a basin of water was poured over his head. The alpha looked down at his disheveled appearance.

There was a pungent, fishy smell in the water, like rotten fish and shrimp. Ji Qingyu froze, feeling like a crumpled piece of toilet paper thrown into a small, stuffy storage room, the door locked from the outside.

The alphas called out to their friends, their laughter fading into the distance.

Ji Qingyu endured the stench on her body, took off her schoolbag, and took out the half-written piece of music inside. Fortunately, it wasn't wet.

He clutched his notebook, tears welling in his eyes. He took a few breaths to calm himself. He didn't have a phone, so he could only knock on the door and call for help: "Is anyone home?"

"Is there anyone who can help me?"

His breathing became labored, his chest tight from the mocking words of those people, and tears welled in his eyes. He slammed his hand on the metal wall of the storage room, producing a piercing and sharp echo.

He knocked for an unknown amount of time until he was completely exhausted, sweat sticking to his eyes. He planned to rest in a corner of the storage room for a while when he suddenly heard the sound of a lock being opened at the door.

A click. Blinding light shone in.

Ji Qingyu narrowed her eyes, her whole body stiffening as she looked at that handsome face.

The person who came in frowned, wore a bite stopper on the lower half of their face, and casually ruffled their hair, looking disheveled and sleepy.

He stood against the light by the door, his eyes appearing deep and beautiful. One hand rested on the iron gate, the lock of which he had broken.

Ji Qingyu felt her heart being clenched. The other person was silent for two seconds before slowly and angrily uttering, "What are you yelling about?"

Ji Qingyu choked up, standing there, unsure whether to say thank you or sorry.

Fu Han stared at Ji Qingyu's face, expressionless. After a while, he raised his hand to cover his nose, his brows furrowing even more.

"You..." Ji Qingyu wanted to say thank you, but before she could speak, the other person had already turned and left without any hesitation, as if she were some kind of pollutant.

It seemed like I couldn't bear even a second longer.

This was their first encounter.

Ji Qingyu stared blankly at Fu Han's back. His back was broad, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, like a lazy cheetah poised to pounce.

He was dazed, water droplets from his hair slowly falling onto his eyelids, blurring his vision. After a while, he seemed to wake up from a dream, raising his hand to smell the fishy smell on his body, his ears burning hot and red.

If Fu Han is a bird in the sky, at the top of the food chain in high school, then he is just a weed by the roadside. No one would even know if the bird was trampled to death when it landed to hunt for food.

After such a brief intersection, the two people's trajectories should have been like two straight lines, growing further and further apart after the point of intersection.

But neither Ji Qingyu nor the group of alphas expected that the roof of the storage room would become Fu Han's new choice for a midday rest.

So, the next time Ji Qingyu was surrounded, the alphas still chose this place as the location for their violence.

The alphas made quite a commotion.

This time, instead of bringing the foul water, they brought a fish directly.

The fish's scales were slippery, its tail swayed from side to side, and it struggled incessantly in the alpha's hand, looking somewhat bloody.

“I bought this especially for you. You still have a choice. Let us smell your pheromones and have some fun, then we’ll let you go.”

The group of people held him down tightly, their fingers digging into his hair like weeds, forcibly pressing him down. They were completely unrestrained in front of Ji Qingyu, making no attempt to hide their wickedness.

"I'll let you smell it, but first let go, let me go."

Alpha puffed out his cheeks and snorted, "Wouldn't it have been better if you had been this obedient from the beginning?"

"You're too far away." Ji Qingyu's voice was slightly breathless. The alpha suddenly noticed that Ji Qingyu's voice was actually quite pleasant. "Come closer, I'll let you smell it."

Ji Qingyu was so nervous she could hardly breathe, but she kept a straight face. After weighing her options for a moment, the alpha walked over and leaned down to him.

Ji Qingyu felt extremely uncomfortable. The alpha in front of him had an undeniable odor of pheromones that made him want to vomit. When the alpha was closest to him, he rammed his head into the other's nose.

Blood gushed from the alpha's nasal cavity. The alpha screamed, tears streaming down his face from the pain, and bent over, covering his nose with both hands.

Ji Qingyu seized the opportunity to run away desperately, but her body tilted and she was slammed against the iron wall by the alpha with a loud bang, producing a piercing buzzing sound.

Enraged, the alpha walked towards him step by step and ordered the two people next to him to pry open his mouth.

Ji Qingyu's hands were held up weakly. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, perhaps due to heatstroke. The fish was getting closer and closer to him. The alphas held his chin, preventing him from moving.

Ji Qingyu was on the verge of collapse; fear still crept up her spine and spread throughout her body.

Ji Qingyu kept dodging, crying out for help, "Someone please save me, help!! Cough cough, save me!!"

The alphas were getting increasingly irritated. One of them punched Ji Qingyu in the stomach, rendering her speechless. The alpha muttered a curse, "Can't you save us some energy in this heat?"

Ji Qingyu was panting heavily. The door to the storage room was not closed, and sunlight cast long, glaring spots on the ground. A shadow stood there, its face covered with a grizzled bite stopper.

A vague premonition rose in Ji Qingyu's heart, and his heart tightened.

The half-open door to the storage room was smashed open with a bang, and Fu Han was carrying a stool that was half broken.

Ji Qingyu leaned her back against the wall, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

The chair scraped against the floor with an unpleasant sound.

Fu Han was issuing a harsh warning: "If you don't want to die, get out of here right now."

"Fu, Fu Han...we didn't know you were here."

Several alphas suddenly panicked, shrinking back like defeated wolves bowing to their alpha. Ji Qingyu could even hear their tense, heavy breathing.

So he was Fu Han.

Ji Qingyu had heard this name more than once.

Fu Han's name is a terrifying symbol throughout the school, not only because of his illustrious family background, but also because of his belligerent and vile character. Even alphas are reluctant to provoke him in order to avoid endless retaliation.

Ji Qingyu's eyes were fixed on him without blinking. He shrank into a corner, hugged his arms, and tried to minimize his presence.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Fu Han walked over.

Ji Qingyu wanted to say thank you, after all, Fu Han had saved him twice. He raised his head, about to open his mouth, when Fu Han leaned in and sniffed his neck.

He tensed up, his breathing slowed, and a cruel, mocking voice reached his ears: "You don't smell fishy today."

"...but it's still just as annoying."

Fu Han straightened up, stepped on Ji Qingyu's shoulder, and stomped her down. A smile appeared on his lips, and his voice returned to its steady, cold tone.

Ji Qingyu struggled to breathe, his blood seemed to freeze, and he tried to push Fu Han's foot, but it barely moved.

Fu Han kicked Ji Qingyu's temple with his toe.

"You didn't think I came here specifically to save you, did you?" Fu Han grabbed Ji Qingyu by the neck, lifted him up, and forced Ji Qingyu to look at him. His cold eyes reflected Ji Qingyu's panicked face. If he had a choice, Ji Qingyu would like to eat the fish he just ate.

"You've disturbed my afternoon nap twice. If you dare to make a sound around here again, I'll lock you up here for three days and three nights, and no one will come to save you until you die."

Ji Qingyu gripped Fu Han's wrist, hoping he would let go. He gradually lost his breath, his toes lifted off the ground, and for a moment he even felt like he was about to die.

"Did you understand? Nod if you do."

Ji Qingyu nodded with difficulty but quickly.

"Get out of here now, and get away from here." Fu Han mercifully released him, and Ji Qingyu, breathing in the hard-won air, staggered towards the door.

It's been so long, it all feels like an unreal dream. Ji Qingyu held his phone as the doctor patted him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Ji, what's wrong? Your head is covered in sweat?" The doctor probably thought Ji Qingyu was nervous about the surgery, so he reassured her, "You don't need to worry too much. It's a very minor, minimally invasive surgery. The technique for gland surgery is very mature now. Apart from the long recovery period, you don't need to worry about anything else."

Ji Qingyu seemed to wake from a dream and smiled at the doctor.

The doctor sighed: "You young people just don't cherish yourselves enough. Do you think you can give away your lifelong mark so easily? Come on, Mr. Ji, it's too late to say anything now. You should come with me for your pre-operative check-up."

Ji Qingyu then stood up and clicked the pass button.

Fu Han and he had nothing to say to each other, which was expected.

Ji Qingyu didn't say anything, silently put her phone back in her pocket, and followed the doctor.