Chapter 51. Ji Qingyu opens her eyes...

Ji Qingyu opened her eyes and stared blankly at Fu Han.

The dark circles under this man's eyes looked like a brand, and his eyes seemed somewhat swollen. Fu Han lowered his head and held his hand, like a devout Buddhist believer, and he seemed to have become the Buddha statue he worshipped.

After he turned eighteen, it seems he spent half his time in the hospital. Looking back now, those six years are still just a blur of gray.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore. I dreamt that you said you regretted knowing me. You said I was too selfish and cold, so you were leaving me. But I really, really... know I was wrong." Fu Han's voice was very soft, but Ji Qingyu could hear every word clearly.

“I’m afraid that every time you think of me, you’ll think of my bad points first. How many times do I have to repent to erase the mistakes I’ve made, to make you forget the wrong things I’ve done?” Fu Han’s eyes were red, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked somewhat at a loss.

Ji Qingyu was completely weak, but with his hand still sticking out needles, he shakily pulled a piece of paper from the bedside to wipe Fu Han's tears. He sighed inwardly; he couldn't bear to see this person cry like this in front of him.

“One more chance, you’ve said that so many times already,” Ji Qingyu said. “Don’t cry, I don’t have the strength to comfort you right now.”

This guy is really something. He's the one who just woke up, he's the one who's weak, and half the reason for the surgery is this guy. So why is Fu Han crying his heart out? Shouldn't Ji Qingyu be the one crying?

He found it somewhat amusing, yet also felt a pang of sadness. He rarely saw Fu Han shed tears; perhaps for Fu Han, the only place in the world where he could cry was beside Ji Qingyu.

He thought Fu Han would soon revert to being that cold, arrogant, and unbreakable controller, and would soon become invincible again, just like before, even his vulnerability was a carefully crafted tool to soften Ji Qingyu's heart.

But Fu Han was still crying. This big guy was holding his hand, his voice heavy, "I dreamt of you, with this expression on your face, telling me to live my own life well, and that we would never see each other again."

Ji Qingyu felt embarrassed. He had never said that he should be held accountable for what people said in his dreams. He hadn't even bothered to care much about what Fu Han did in real life!

Ji Qingyu couldn't help but smile slightly. His face was as pale as jade, and his eyes were focused on Fu Han's long, trembling eyelashes, on the red corners of his eyes, and on the gray air.

"Your surgery is over, can you please not leave? Don't be so resolute, don't treat me like that person in my dream, Ji Qingyu, let's make up, okay?" His fingers curled up as he touched Ji Qingyu's fingertips. "How can I pull that thorn out of your heart?"

Ji Qingyu wanted to say that it was no good, but after uttering the first syllable, she realized that if she said it in full, she might be even more upset than Fu Han.

If life had an undo button, capable of erasing all memories of Fu Han—good and bad—would he press that button and then live a peaceful life by the fish stall? Could he really do it?

Ji Qingyu was unaware that he was staring at the ceiling with his eyes open. In the first twenty years of his life, he had been given too many illusions. Lin Ying gave him illusions, Ji Ran gave him illusions, and in the end, all of these illusions were shattered.

Now, Fu Han is about to promise him forever. Can he believe this illusion? He doesn't know; all he can feel is Fu Han's scalding tears… Fu Han actually has tears.

For the next few days, Ji Qingyu was still unable to be discharged from the hospital. She was pushed into various testing instruments like a doll. The doctor and several assistants were busy running around, checking her over and over again, afraid of making any mistakes.

A few days passed, and on a sunny afternoon, the doctor finally placed the latest report on Ji Qingyu's bedside and announced to him, "Your hormone levels have stabilized and returned to normal. You can be discharged at any time."

"Mr. Ji, you are very lucky that a pregnant woman with a previously operated-on gland could have such a smooth and stable surgery and recover so quickly afterward." The doctor pushed up his glasses. "Congratulations. Your body will gradually recover and you will never be as thin and frail as you are now, looking like you would fall over in the wind."

"Thank you, doctor." Ji Qingyu thought to herself, "What do you mean by frail? Actually, he wasn't thin at all before. He was stronger than many betas. His body will definitely gradually return to its original state in the future."

"However, I've always wanted to ask, why would your glands need surgery?" the doctor said with some curiosity. "Not many omegas undergo procedures to clean and mark their glands."

Ji Qingyu paused, lost in thought, recalling some unpleasant memories. His fingers curled slightly, and he pursed his lips.

Fu Han happened to push the door open and come in. He had been up all night watching over Ji Qingyu and had just gone out for a smoke when he overheard the doctor's last sentence. He stood stiffly by the door, a rare look of nervousness on his face, though he quickly masked it.

"Get out. Don't pry into patients' privacy. You're paid to do your job, so stop talking nonsense." Fu Han's tone was cold and his gaze indifferent, which startled the doctor.

The doctor then realized that he might have touched on something he shouldn't have asked, and bowed repeatedly in apology before quickly leaving without a word.

"If you don't thank the doctor for his miraculous healing, shouldn't you at least be a little more polite and courteous?" Ji Qingyu said softly, frowning, clearly disapproving of Fu Han's behavior.

“The money I gave him was enough to buy this entire floor of the hospital.” Fu Han didn’t care. He sat down on the edge of the bed, took out a fruit knife with a protective sheath from his trench coat pocket, picked up an apple from the bedside table, and carefully peeled it.

In just a few quick strokes, a snow-white little rabbit was carved out. Then Fu Han put the apple in warm water to scald it before handing it to Ji Qingyu, as if Ji Qingyu were some kind of hothouse flower that would wither if not carefully tended.

Ji Qingyu took the piece of apple from Fu Han's hand, feeling a little embarrassed for the first time in a long time, and her face turned red.

Fu Han took away all the sharp objects, not even letting Ji Qingyu touch the fruit knife, so if he wanted to eat fruit, he could only ask Fu Han to peel it for him.

I don't know what's wrong with this guy again. Ever since he returned from Jiangcheng, Ji Qingyu has felt that he's a bit neurotic. He's always domineering and controlling when it comes to things related to Ji Qingyu, interrogating her repeatedly, even to the point of interrogation, before he'll finally feel at ease.

After eating the fruit, he was too sleepy and lay down for an afternoon nap. When he woke up, he felt better and was finally able to be discharged from the hospital. Fu Han pushed over a wheelchair covered with a thick blanket to transfer Ji Qingyu to it. Ji Qingyu reached out and hugged Fu Han's neck, and was picked up by Fu Han like a sloth. Fu Han's strong hands supported Ji Qingyu's knees and back, and his head was nestled in Fu Han's arms. Then, he was quickly and smoothly placed on the wheelchair.

The physical contact brought a long-lost sense of familiarity, and the warmth traveled through her skin, making Ji Qingyu shiver.

Even such a simple movement left Ji Qingyu drenched in sweat, indicating that it would take quite some time for her to fully recover.

He didn't notify anyone when he was discharged from the hospital, but it just so happened that today was also the day Luo Sheng came to see a doctor. So Luo Sheng rushed out and bought a huge bouquet of flowers, stuffed it into Ji Qingyu's hands: "Xiaoyu, congratulations on your successful surgery."

"Let me take it. His immune system is weak right now, be careful of pollen allergies." After saying this, Fu Han took the bouquet, ignoring Ji Qingyu's expectant gaze, and carried the flowers away.

He started giving Ji Qingyu a series of trivial instructions. He had been talking too much lately, and Ji Qingyu was tired of hearing it. She could only give half-hearted replies and quietly closed her eyes, sitting in her wheelchair and pretending to doze off.

Luo Sheng looked at Fu Han with some helplessness, shook his head, and sighed. It was a fine day; the sky was clear and the air was crisp when he was discharged from the hospital. He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt as if he had been reborn.

After seeing the people off, Luo Sheng waved goodbye to them. She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she was suddenly stopped by an uninvited guest. The tall and aloof alpha stood in front of Luo Sheng, looking nothing like a chance encounter.

Luo Sheng was blocked by Fu Yunbo. Fu Yunbo looked at the medicine in Luo Sheng's hand, and Luo Sheng threw the whole bag of medicine at Fu Yunbo's face.

“Haunting…” Ji Qingyu heard Luo Sheng’s voice coming from afar, and then added, “Don’t follow me.”

Fu Yunbai's suit jacket was still spotless, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked noble and arrogant, his gaze fixed on Luo Sheng's back.

He bent down to pick up the medicine boxes, opened the packaging and carefully read the instructions. His secretary drove over, bowed and opened the car door for him. There was a clod of dirt on his leg, and a few strands of his hair were scattered because of Luo Sheng's attack. He gripped the box tighter and tighter, got into the car and drove away expressionlessly.

"Uncle Luo seems very angry. Will they contact each other again?" Ji Qingyu asked.

“I think it’s difficult,” Fu Han said. “It’s better for Fu Yunbo to stay away from his mother.”

Ji Qingyu couldn't help but laugh out loud. She wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a chill run through her body. She abruptly clutched her lower abdomen and curled up in her wheelchair. The heavy wool blanket fell to the ground, and cold sweat slid down her forehead.

Fu Han suddenly squatted down, his breathing becoming rapid. He placed his hand on the back of Ji Qingyu's hand, and his expression changed drastically: "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

It took Ji Qingyu a while to recover. After a moment of stunned silence, her beautiful eyes met Fu Han's. Her reaction was a beat slow, and her tone was somewhat incredulous: "It seems like the child kicked me again just now."