Chapter 35 "What do you want to ask?"

"What do you want to ask?" Ji Qingyu felt a pain starting in her lower abdomen. "If I said I've never taken any pictures with this phone, would you believe me?"

Fu Han didn't speak, his hand still gripping the back of Ji Qingyu's neck. Then, suddenly, his hand tightened around Ji Qingyu's neck, and Ji Qingyu let out a muffled groan of pain.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Fu Han said. "Do you still think I can be fooled by you with just a few words like I was back then? That I'll be used by you again?"

Ji Qingyu fell silent. Discussing the past with Fu Han would surely lead to disaster. He trembled, looking at the aggressive alpha before him; his last vestige of warmth shattered.

"You're siding with others to scheme against me. This collaboration is the most important step in opening up the overseas market in Country A. What conditions did you offer in exchange?" Seeing that Ji Qingyu remained silent, Fu Han grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up. "Did you know I couldn't do anything to you?"

“Ji Qingyu, everything is more important to you than me. You can give up me for the slightest benefit. You will always be like this.” Fu Han sighed very softly. His hand gripped Ji Qingyu’s neck, holding him in place, his sharp teeth close to his.

"Fu Han!"

A terrifying fear, almost overwhelming, gripped Ji Qingyu. His body trembled involuntarily. He absolutely could not be marked again.

“I clearly have a way to solve this once and for all. If I bite you, you will have to obey me from now on. Why should I let you go again and again?” Fu Han smiled dangerously, as cold as a dangerous snake, coiling around Ji Qingyu’s body.

"I was indeed asked to take pictures of documents, but I didn't do it, I didn't!" Ji Qingyu pushed Fu Han away with all her might, almost out of a survival instinct, out of fear of being tormented by pheromones again, out of fear of the torment of repeated estrus cycles over the past six years.

"You didn't fail to do it, you just didn't get the chance, did you?" Fu Han's words were cold and arrogant. The tattoo on his body was of some kind of ferocious beast, which Ji Qingyu didn't recognize, and he had never truly understood Fu Han either.

He felt a tightness in his throat and his eyes widened as he looked at the alpha in front of him.

It was cold inside the house, and outside the window, birds soared through the clouds, leaving only the last vestiges of the sun.

He couldn't understand. In Fu Han's heart, was he really so untrustworthy? How did Fu Han see him? A liar, a greedy scoundrel? Was he really that despicable?

He opened his mouth, and suddenly felt very wronged, more wronged than any time before combined, more unbearable than the torment he had endured for the past six years.

He heard his own voice, light and airy, suspended in the air, like a detached phantom: "Will you not believe anything I say?"

Fu Han smiled, arrogant and cruel: "What do you think?"

Ji Qingyu felt incredibly foolish. He had actually considered entrusting his mother and child's lives entirely to this person, believing that embracing each other meant he could place his trust in them. There were moments when he genuinely wanted to struggle a little longer.

The fleeting illusions of youth are like bubbles that cannot be grasped, destined to shatter and melt away. Perhaps it was all just self-deception from beginning to end.

He could still see the alpha from when he was eighteen, watching him from the library window, the wind blowing through the white curtains and ruffling his hair. Such a handsome face.

Ji Qingyu felt exhausted. He used all his strength to push the other person away. Fu Han was caught off guard and lost his balance. The things on the table were knocked over by Fu Han, and the entire table tilted down and shattered on the ground, with the things on the table scattered everywhere.

"Have you made enough trouble?!" Fu Han tilted his head, paused for two seconds, and reached out to pull Ji Qingyu, revealing sharp fangs. He exuded a strong, oppressive fragrance of green plums.

Ji Qingyu took a few steps back, leaned over and quickly grabbed the tattoo knife from the table, her voice trembling and unusually sharp: "Don't come any closer."

His face was deathly pale, his eyes wide open, and he was as thin as a sheet of paper. His features almost blended into the twilight, and everything was dark and cold. Only his eyes were extremely bright, a brightness that was chilling.

Ji Qingyu rarely broke down like this; his calf muscles were tense, and he gripped the knife, which was barely capable of causing any harm, tightly with both hands…

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

Looking at Ji Qingyu's expression, Fu Han paused briefly, probably because Ji Qingyu had been crying so bitterly. There was a moment of silence between them.

Then Fu Han let out a cold laugh, ignoring the harmless soft knife, he pressed Ji Qingyu down, forcefully pinning her against the wall. Ji Qingyu was crying, but he ignored her trembling and screams, lowered his head, and bit down on Ji Qingyu's neck. His movements were ruthless and unwavering, cold and merciless as if he were merely biting into insignificant prey.

The small but sharp blade cut a long gash in Fu Han's arm, but Fu Han ignored it and injected pheromones into the other's glands even more violently.

Ji Qingyu's hand stood between them, and he couldn't push him away. For a moment, he even wanted to stab him with the sharp weapon in his hand. Ji Qingyu was in tears, sobbing. This was the hardest he had ever cried in front of Fu Han. He didn't know why he was crying, he only knew that he was really sad, so sad that he felt like he was dying.

A surge of pheromones rushed into Ji Qingyu's neck. Fu Han held him firmly in place, while Ji Qingyu gripped Fu Han's back tightly, scratching clear bloody marks on his back.

He wanted to say, "Fu Han, we have a child. I want to tell you, but you always doubt me. If I tell you, you will definitely kill the child without hesitation, right? You won't allow this child to come into the world, will you?"

He wanted to ask, why shouldn't he have to bear the consequences for his actions? Why should he have to endure all of this? Why does no one love him? Why is he always alone?

Why exactly?

Is it because he's really that bad? Is it because he's introverted and boring? Did he really do something wrong? Otherwise, why would he be treated so cruelly?

Even he himself doesn't know.

He struggled and resisted desperately. Fu Han almost couldn't control him and had to let go. The smell of rain and green plums mingled together. Even though the temporary mark wasn't completely finished, Ji Qingyu still felt like a slave who had been stamped with a postmark.

His heart died completely, as if something had been ripped out of his body. He heard his own voice muffled and flat: "Fu Han, let's end this. You don't believe me. There's no point in us dragging this out."

Fu Han lowered his head, his tattoos menacing, and his tone was even more menacing. He said, "You wish."

Ji Qingyu didn't react, and said coldly, "I've had enough. I said I've had enough."

I'm fed up with being suspected, accused of baseless crimes, and fed up with having to repay every bit of false warmth with ten or a hundred times the humiliation.

Ji Qingyu stood up numbly, wanting to get as far away from Fu Han as possible. But Fu Han suddenly grabbed his hand, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension, his eyes fixed on Ji Qingyu, his gaze filled with unyielding anger: "What do you mean? You think you have a choice?"

Ji Qingyu smiled, slowly prying Fu Han's hand away. His feigned calm finally crumbled, and even his lips trembled. He tried his best to restrain himself, unwilling to show the slightest weakness in front of Fu Han. He wasn't a particularly strong person, but he had a child, and he had to force himself to be strong...

Ji Qingyu tried her best to shake off Fu Han, tore off her coat and scarf by the door, picked up the antidote on the table, pushed open the door and ran out.

Fu Han's voice came from behind: "Don't come back once you leave this door."

Ji Qingyu slammed the door shut.

He felt like he was suffocating and didn't want to stop for a moment. His knees were trembling, and he couldn't even stand steadily after taking a few steps. He used to be able to put those emotions behind him, but he didn't want his children to bear those emotions like he did.

It was a very cold autumn day. Ji Qingyu walked alone from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain. The setting sun cast a soft glow on him, its warmth almost like an illusion.

He didn't know how long he walked before finally stopping by the roadside. He waved and flagged down a taxi, telling the driver he needed to go to the hospital. He felt very tired, so he lowered his head and wrapped himself in his coat. The coat was too thin, so he curled up and suddenly felt very lonely.

He was the one who was determined to leave, so why is he so sad?

He closed his eyes as the taxi got stuck in traffic.

The crowd was surging. He looked out the window and saw everyone rushing home, but he was still all alone. Where was his home? He didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

The hospital was the same as always. After exiting the subway station, turn left, there's an uphill section, and then the inpatient area. Lin Ying was on the top floor. Ji Qingyu stepped on a small stone and almost twisted her ankle.

He kicked the pebble away, comforting himself that it was okay, everything would pass.

He had a child and a new life, and Lin Ying was also getting better. It was just a matter of Fu Han's attitude. He had known all along that he didn't need him that much.

It was nighttime and no one was around. The corridor was quiet. Ji Qingyu planned to sit for a while outside Lin Ying's ward. As she walked around the corner, she heard the doctors talking in hushed tones.

"No way, it won't work. What kind of surgery is it? Didn't Ji Ran say we should keep him calm? ... I don't know. We can't get involved in their affairs. What can we do? They said he needs to rest after the surgery, so we'll just have to wait it out."

“This child is pitiful. I’ve seen him sleeping on the chair outside the door several times. He must have a very good relationship with his mother.”

"What's it to you... Just do your own thing. So many people die in hospitals every day, are you going to sympathize with them all? If you have to blame someone, blame their bad luck."

Ji Qingyu blinked, not understanding what he meant.

"How long can you hide it? That lump is pressing on the nerves, it doesn't have many days left." This doctor is still young and impatient.

What's the meaning.

Ji Qingyu pressed his hand against the door. He wanted to go in and ask for clarification, but he didn't have the courage. He covered his face, unable to breathe.

He curled up in the hospital corridor, the cold air strong and powerful, his limbs feeling icy cold, as if the last glimmer of light in the world had left him.