Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Fu...

During Fu Han's recovery period, the two moved back to the villa.

Ji Qingyu isn't very good at cooking, but now that Fu Han needs to rest, she wants to try making him some nutritious meals.

He frantically fumbled around the kitchen, following the recipe, instinctively flinching as the fumes rose, his clumsy and awkward movements as he chopped vegetables. When he placed the dish, its color and shape questionable, in front of Fu Han, he felt a pang of shame.

Fu Han lowered his head, quietly looking at the indescribable mass of food in the bowl, then looked up at Ji Qingyu's tense, slightly uneasy face. He was silent for a few seconds, his voice still a little hoarse from his injuries, and quietly asked, "What...is this?"

Half of his body was still immobile, and he couldn't perform fine motor skills like eating independently for the time being, so Ji Qingyu had to feed him bite by bite. After the initial resistance and helplessness subsided, Fu Han actually began to enjoy it.

The mess in the bowl was indeed a sorry sight, with a faint smell of burning wafting through the air. Ji Qingyu paused, a hint of frustration flashing across his face, and stood up to take it away to throw it away: "How about I make you some dumplings instead?" He remembered there were frozen dumplings in the freezer; at least that wouldn't go wrong.

"Is it enough for a week?" Fu Han asked, his tone unreadable, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile was hidden deep in his eyes.

Ji Qingyu gritted his teeth, his fingers tightening around the bowl. Fine, Fu Han was a patient, he'd put up with it. He put the bowl back on the bedside table and said irritably, "Then what do you want to eat? I'll go learn."

Fu Han's wicked sense of humor was satisfied, and he gently shook his head: "Let's eat this." He gestured to the bowl of unidentified substance, "You made this; it won't kill anyone."

Ji Qingyu glared at him, but ultimately sat down again, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it carefully, and held it to his lips. Fu Han obediently opened his mouth, expressionless, paused for a few seconds, and said, "Delicious."

Days passed by in this somewhat clumsy care. Fu Han's health gradually improved.

The child was born on a spring morning. After a long pregnancy and several hours of labor pains, when that loud and powerful cry broke the silence of the ward, Fu Han, who had been waiting outside, leaned against the wall, clenching her free hand into a fist to suppress the trembling in her body. The doctor came out carrying the tiny baby wrapped in soft swaddling clothes, smiling and saying, "It's a girl, very healthy."

When Ji Qingyu was wheeled back to her ward, her face was still a little pale, but she was in good spirits.

Fu Han gently placed the child beside Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu extended her index finger and touched her delicate little hand with extreme tenderness. The little hand immediately curled up reflexively, grasping his fingertips. So small, so soft. He lowered his head and looked into her eyes, which resembled black grapes soaked in water.

It was a wonderful feeling, as if the softest corner of his heart had been gently touched, and an indescribable love spread through his chest. He looked up at Fu Han and found that Fu Han was also looking at him, giving him a smile.

They discussed the name for a long time. In the end, they decided on Fu Ning. They hoped she would live a joyful, peaceful, and smooth life.

After Fu Ning returned home, Fu Han often sat in his wheelchair, feeding the baby, changing diapers, and humming off-key lullabies. The arrival of little Fu Ning dispelled the last gloom in the villa.

...However, Ji Qingyu's cooking skills still haven't improved much.

Wang Sao couldn't stand it anymore and finally took the job back from Ji Qingyu.

Time passed silently, and Ji Qingyu's stage play finally began. Luo Sheng appeared as the lead actor.

Ji Qingyu watched from backstage, thinking about his own song, his fingers trembling slightly. His voice had almost recovered, and the song was just a simple interlude, but he was still nervous and his palms were sweating.

Fu Han noticed his hesitation and nervousness, and with his much-recovered arm, he put his arm around his shoulder tightly: "Go ahead." His voice was steady and strong, "I'll be watching you from the audience."

As the lights came on and the music flowed, when Luo Sheng, who had been away from the stage for many years, appeared under the spotlight in her dance shoes with her still light and graceful posture, the audience erupted in a burst of suppressed gasps and enthusiastic applause.

The passage of time had not diminished his charm; instead, it had added a touch of refined elegance. Standing by the side of the stage, Ji Qingyu could almost foresee the media frenzy and public reaction that would follow this performance. The former champion had finally returned to the stage in such a grand manner.

It was Ji Qingyu's turn to go on stage. He walked to the center of the stage, the spotlight shining on him, making him feel somewhat hot. He couldn't see the faces of the audience below, only a blurry darkness. But he could sense that somewhere in that darkness, Fu Han was watching him intently. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and the intro began.

The moment he opened his mouth, all the tension and unease miraculously vanished. His voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, resonated throughout every corner of the theater, and he could feel his throat producing syllable after syllable.

As the music ended, there was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by sincere and enthusiastic applause. Ji Qingyu bowed in thanks, his gaze searching the audience. Soon, he spotted Fu Han sitting in the front row. Fu Han didn't clap, but simply looked at him quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The backstage celebration banquet was bustling with activity, the bubbles of champagne mingling with the laughter of the crowd. Luo Sheng was surrounded by many people, a relieved and joyful smile on his face. Ji Qingyu, as a member of the performance team, also relaxed for once, caught up in the atmosphere, and unknowingly drank several bottles of wine. He wasn't a good drinker to begin with, and soon became so drunk that he couldn't control himself, his steps unsteady, a silly smile on his face.

Yu Yue rushed over and hugged Ji Qingyu tightly, kissing his face several times. Nannan tugged at Fu Han's sleeve, "Brother Fu Han, aren't you going to hug Teacher Ji?"

Fu Han raised his hand and touched Nannan's hair.

Fu Han had been keeping an eye on him. Seeing that he was quite drunk, she politely declined the compliments that came from the crowd and half-carried, half-helped him away from the noisy venue and took him home by car.

Upon arriving home, Fu Han settled the tipsy Ji Qingyu on the bedside, intending for him to lie down and rest. However, Ji Qingyu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her warm breath brushing against his skin. Fu Han's body tensed instantly, and the long-suppressed desires, like a dormant beast, were awakened by this unintentional provocation.

He leaned down, his lips pressed against Ji Qingyu's neck, feeling the strong pulse throbbing beneath her skin. There, he could smell Ji Qingyu's unique scent, made even more intense and alluring by the alcohol and his emotions.

"Isn't it time for me to fulfill my duties as a husband?" Fu Han's voice was low and husky, filled with undeniable desire and dominance. He held Ji Qingyu's head, greedily inhaling his Omega scent, as if trying to make up for the past few months in one go.

He showed no mercy, forcefully squeezing one leg between Ji Qingyu's legs, skillfully teasing her sensitive body.

Ji Qingyu was already tipsy, and soon became soaking wet. Her eyes were dazed and confused as she looked at the Alpha on her body. She gave him a careless, half-awake smile and even tentatively licked Fu Han's lips.

This simple and straightforward action became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Fu Han paused, his eyes instantly darkening, then suddenly bared the fangs of his Alpha nature, biting down hard on the glands on the back of Ji Qingyu's neck. At the same time, his arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to completely meld her into his bones. It was an extreme way of confirming ownership, almost like something lost and then regained.

Ji Qingyu felt a throbbing pain in the back of his neck. Only when Ji Qingyu was choked so tightly that he could hardly breathe did he loosen his grip slightly, but his possessive posture remained unchanged. He had finally firmly grasped his prey, making the other willingly and completely fall into his hands, with nowhere to escape.

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Looking at Ji Qingyu, Fu Han leaned down and kissed him again, his movements becoming gentle and tender.

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In a moment of confusion, he saw the long, deep scar on Fu Han's side. He instinctively reached out, his fingertips trembling as he covered the scar, his heart aching with a complex mix of emotions he couldn't quite put into words.

Fu Han pulled his hand away, pressed his wrist above his head, and leaned down deeply once again. Ji Qingyu's mind went blank, and he had no time to think about anything else.

After the absurdity, Ji Qingyu fell into a deep sleep. He had a dream. In the dream, Lin Ying beckoned to him. She didn't speak, but Ji Qingyu clearly understood her meaning—she was saying that he could leave without worry.

Then, her figure gradually faded away, turning into specks of starlight. Finally, those starlight gathered together and fell behind the mountain in the east of the city, becoming an unknown white flower swaying gently in the breeze.

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently illuminating the bedroom floor. Ji Qingyu awoke to the sound of birdsong, his body feeling sore and disassembled, yet his spirit experienced a strange lightness and tranquility. He turned his head and saw Fu Han still asleep, his breathing steady and deep, his arm possessively wrapped around Ji Qingyu's waist.

He gazed quietly at Fu Han's sleeping profile, its features sharp and resolute, bearing the strength gained from hardship, yet appearing remarkably relaxed in his sleep. After an unknown amount of time, Fu Han's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Fu Han." Ji Qingyu called out softly, her voice still slightly hoarse from the event.

"Hmm?" Fu Han turned his head to look at him, his eyes were a little hazy when he first woke up, but he quickly focused and landed on Ji Qingyu's face.

"I had a dream." Ji Qingyu blinked, recalling the scene in her dream, a gentle smile unconsciously curving her lips.

"What dream?" Fu Han's voice was still sleepy and languid from just waking up. He tightened his arms, pulling Ji Qingyu closer to him. His body temperature was slightly higher, like a warm and reliable constant-temperature object, dispelling the last trace of the morning chill.

Ji Qingyu snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, and whispered, "I dreamt that the person I love turned into a star, and she said that we would be happy for the rest of our lives."

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Author's Note: This concludes the main story. I will likely write side stories and revise the text gradually. Thank you for reading.