Chapter 30. Ji Qingyu felt that...

Ji Qingyu felt weak all over. His emotions had been fluctuating rapidly lately, and he thought it might be because of Lin Ying's matter. He was under too much pressure.

Fu Yunbo raised an eyebrow and stood up expressionlessly: "You're quite sensible. You should consider what I'm about to say as soon as possible."

He patted off non-existent dust from his body, still maintaining a distant and indifferent demeanor.

"Don't ever come here again." Fu Han and Fu Yunbai confronted each other, looking less like father and son and more like enemies. "Just because you're unhappy doesn't mean you have to destroy other people's families."

These people are too arrogant and don't care about other people's feelings; they always put their own interests first.

Fu Yunbo opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just sneered and turned to leave.

Fu Han placed his hand on Ji Qingyu's forehead and frowned. "Don't listen to his nonsense."

The room was empty. The alpha's body was warm and soft, gently enveloping him. He couldn't tell whether the warmth was real or his memories were real.

Ji Qingyu felt even more nauseous. He was dizzy and his body felt like it wasn't his own anymore. Fu Han was still saying something in his ear, but all he could hear was tinnitus.

The incessant ringing in his ears made him a little dizzy. Then he forcefully pushed away Fu Han's hand that was gripping his arm and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

He almost vomited up his stomach acid; the feeling was really unpleasant. Behind him, Fu Han's hand was braced against the door. Ji Qingyu's body was thin and weak, and there were still marks on her waist from a few days ago that hadn't faded.

He stood up, turned around and saw Fu Han. Sticky sweat had soaked his hair, which clung to his face in strands, and his eyes were wet.

The fact that this arrogant man's eyes held a hint of genuine concern struck Ji Qingyu as somewhat unbelievable.

Fu Han's grip on his arm hurt a little, so he pushed him away twice. "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired."

Lately, he has been having nightmares, dreaming about his children from the past. A heavy pressure is pressing down on Ji Qingyu's body, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him.

The doctor came again in the evening. Ji Qingyu was drowsy and couldn't hear what the doctor was saying. Fu Han grabbed his hand again, and his palm was sticky and sweaty. He wanted Fu Han to let go, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingertips.

He felt himself being carried to the bed. He turned over and was embraced by something hot. The embrace was so warm that he didn't want to leave.

Then he felt something cool fall on his neck. Could it be that Fu Han was going to bite him again? He should turn over as soon as possible and not give Fu Han a chance. He was going to leave, and once he was permanently marked, he could not leave.

But Ji Qingyu was too sleepy, so sleepy that he could only vaguely realize that someone was holding him. He had a dream all night, and unexpectedly, they were all beautiful dreams. He even dreamed that his first child had not died. She was already six years old, very cute, and would hold him from behind and call him "Mom".

He loved that title so much.

When I woke up the next day, the bedside was still empty. There was warm water and pills on the bedside table, and a note under the cup with detailed instructions on how to take the medicine.

Ji Qingyu was exhausted all day, and Wang Sao brought his meals to his bedroom.

Ji Qingyu was alone in the bedroom, her phone glowing. It was Ma Yu calling. She pressed the answer button and said, "Qingyu, I suddenly remembered something. I remember when Auntie was first diagnosed with a problem, you went to help her watch the fish stall. It was raining that day, and I saw Fu Han. He looked so scary. You were also feeling down. I comforted you by hugging you, and he must have seen that."

"Are you two misunderstanding something? If he wasn't seeking revenge, what was he doing there? I saw him two or three times that late summer. He was like a wooden statue, not saying a word when he saw me. Could he have been looking for you?" Ma Yu wasn't sure either. "I remember seeing him in the hallway once. He was standing there like a wooden statue, right in front of your house. My god, it was terrifying in the middle of the night."

Ji Qingyu put down her phone.

He had been feeling very tired these past two days and took two melatonin pills to try to fall asleep early, but he kept having nightmares. In the middle of the night, someone hugged him, and the person behind him had very hot breath. He wondered if Fu Han had been drinking again. Ji Qingyu wanted him to drink less.

He groggily tried to get away from Fu Han, but Fu Han held him tightly, saying, "Don't go."

Ji Qingyu was certain that Fu Han had drunk too much.

"Don't go, don't go..."

Fu Han grabbed Ji Qingyu's hand and murmured to himself.

His voice was so hot that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Ji Qingyu looked at him and gently patted the hand that was hugging her from behind.

"I forgive you for everything you did. I can pretend that nothing happened before. Ji Qingyu, let's just live like this, okay?" How much had he drunk, or was he hallucinating? These words couldn't possibly come from Fu Han. Ji Qingyu opened her eyes. The evening breeze was a bit chilly, and the window was open.

not good.

He thought to himself.

A light rain began to fall at night.

The stage play was finalized, and he was asked to go see the performance in a couple of days. Fu Han somehow got the news and decided to go with him.

Recently, Fu Han has been following Ji Qingyu every time she goes out.

The stage play was very well-received, and even gained some popularity online. The music was also highly praised. It's a pity that the two o's didn't end up together, which makes it a really bad script.

"So this is the job you took?" On the way home, the two were sitting in the car when Fu Han suddenly asked, "What's so interesting about this?"

"It's just work. I took it because I thought it was suitable," Ji Qingyu said softly.

"Take on some stories with happy endings from now on, don't take on these anymore." Fu Han has been very busy lately. He answered a phone call in the car, and the other person said something that Fu Han then gave him a thorough dressing-down.

Ji Qingyu moved closer to the window; it was probably a work call. Fu Han kept talking on and on, and this still made Ji Qingyu feel scared, so he moved even further away.

Fu Han's patience was always so limited. Ji Qingyu didn't want to provoke Fu Han, so she quietly went back to her bedroom after returning home. Fu Han went to his study, closed the door, and separated the two worlds.

Recently, the doctor has been checking on Ji Qingyu every day. In fact, Ji Qingyu's wrist is fine now, and the gland has long since healed. She just has some nerve pain. But when Ji Qingyu sees the doctor's expression, she always feels that he is implying something and hesitating to speak.

Ji Ran started contacting Ji Qingyu again, which was a rare piece of good news. There was finally progress on Lin Ying's surgery date.

Ji Qingyu finally felt a little better. He hurriedly put on his clothes, went out, and hailed a taxi by himself, bypassing the driver.

When Ji Qingyu rushed to the hospital, the doctor was wearing a white coat and holding a medical record. Several people were gathered around a table discussing things like "occupancy" and "indicators," but he couldn't understand any of the professional terms. Ji Qingyu was forced to sit on a stool to await trial.

Finally, the lead doctor looked up at him and said, "Let me explain it to you in layman's terms. Now is a good time to perform craniotomy, but it's also the most likely time for your mother to wake up. Look, the lump is here... We're using minimally invasive techniques now, so the incision won't be too large. We'll need to make three holes... We'll explain all the risks to you clearly. Do you understand now?"

"I understand." Ji Qingyu lowered her head, her hands trembling slightly. "Then, doctor, what is the approximate probability of a cure? Is there any possibility of more dangerous situations arising?"

"As long as it's surgery, there will always be risks. You have to understand that the success rate... We can only say that now is the best time, we can't guarantee anything else." The doctor pushed up his glasses. "We're just listing out the possible scenarios for you."

The doctor pushed a piece of paper towards me: "If you've thought it through, sign it."

"Doctor, let me think about it some more." Ji Qingyu couldn't make a decision.

"What are you still thinking about? If you miss this opportunity, you may not have another chance."

Ji Qingyu's hand trembled as he held the pen. After signing the papers, he kept asking the doctor a lot of questions until he almost annoyed the doctor before he was about to leave. He turned around and bumped into Ji Ran. Well, all the experts here were hired by Ji Ran, so how could he not know about any disturbances?

Ji Ran grabbed Ji Qingyu and pushed her against the wall: "You put that kind of video online?"

He slapped Ji Ran's hand away: "Your fans are about to stab me with knives, and you're still here questioning me?"

“I have a lot of dirt on you. Don’t forget who’s lying in there.” Ji Ran smiled and leaned close to Ji Qingyu’s ear. “If you want her surgery to go smoothly, you’ll have to do me another favor.”

"What kind of help?" Ji Qingyu leaned against the wall, feeling as if he were being entangled by a spider, its silk tightly binding him.

“It’s nothing. You can come into Fu Han’s study as you please. Find some information related to Chenxing Architecture, take a picture of it, and send it to me on this phone.” Ji Ran handed Ji Qingyu a phone. “After you help me with this, you won’t have to worry about anything else. Then you can disappear and leave. You don’t have any lingering feelings for Fu Han, right? Go with your mother and find a place to start a new life.”

"This is illegal." Ji Qingyu had no intention of agreeing to his request. "Haven't you already established a relationship with the Fu family? Why are you doing this kind of thing?"

“This is none of your business,” Ji Ran said, forcefully shoving the phone into Ji Qingyu’s hand. “I’ve already tolerated you twice before. I’ve only refrained from touching you because you’re still useful. Now it’s time for you, this pawn, to move around.”

"Does Ji Deyong know about this?" Ji Qingyu felt that he had forgotten something very important. Was Ji Qingyu framed him back then just because she didn't like him? Why was Fu Yunsheng so well prepared for the turmoil in the Fu family back then? He looked at Ji Ran's face, still looking completely unashamed.

He recalled the figure he had seen embracing Fu Yunsheng at the dance not long ago. He almost connected many things, but he just couldn't grasp the thread.

"Then it has even less to do with you." Ji Ran twirled the sunglasses in his hand twice. He hadn't appeared in public recently, and the online public opinion was getting out of control. Someone found a video of Ji Qingyu singing at a bar in high school. The song that Ji Qingyu sang back then was the same song that Ji Ran released after his debut. How could an ordinary person withstand such a storm? But Ji Ran was obviously not an ordinary person.

He can still come up with ideas, which looks playful and cute.

“I won’t help you,” Ji Qingyu repeated.

"I can't guarantee whether your mother's surgery will go smoothly." Ji Ran hugged Ji Qingyu. "Brother, think about how you'll be leaving soon. What does Fu Han and Fu Shi have to do with you? Think carefully about who is more important to you. Many opportunities in life only come once. Auntie has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Don't let yourself regret it later."