Chapter 10. The lawyers started making frequent...
The lawyer began frequently visiting the villa, carrying cumbersome contract documents for Ji Qingyu to review.
“Ji Ran’s songs have been played hundreds of millions of times,” the older lawyer turned to the next page of the contract. “He has repeatedly stated in public that he is the sole songwriter and composer, which infringes on your rights…”
Ji Qingyu helped them finish the remaining work, and as the lawyers were about to leave, she stood up and said, "I hope we don't make a big deal out of this."
“Mr. Ji, you are now representing not only yourself, but also the Fu family.” The lawyer frowned, somewhat puzzled. “There has always been much speculation about the relationship between Ji Ran and President Fu. This time, he has stated his position and stood on your side, which is actually a good thing.”
position?
Ji Qingyu didn't speak; he didn't believe it.
Whether Fu Han did this to get revenge on Ji Ran or to protect the reputation of the Fu family head's wife, it wasn't for his sake.
He's been delusional too many times; he won't do it this time.
He was all alone in the huge room. He leaned against the wall, his gaze lowered, his vision blurred. The empty living room gave him a hallucination, as if he were a bird trapped in a box, unable to fly out or land.
He felt a little tired, his hair loosely tied up. He sat back on the sofa, looking at the serious words on the contract, and turned his head to look out the window.
Outside the window, everything was a deep blue, with a light green hue shrouding soft shadows.
He sent him a message, "Is there a compromise on Ji Ran's matter?"
Fu Han called half an hour later.
He answered the phone, and Fu Han's voice was colder than ice, immediately carrying a barrage of sarcastic remarks that pierced Ji Qingyu's heart: "You two really have a deep brotherly bond. Well, he was your good helper back then, and now that you've finally married me as you wished, of course you have to repay his kindness."
Ji Qingyu didn't even want to reply. His fingers clenched the fabric on the sofa, and his words remained calm as he said, "Please."
A few seconds later, Fu Han hung up the phone.
Ji Qingyu suddenly felt very tired, and he only hoped that Lin Ying would get better.
The recent period has been fraught with controversy, and Ji Ran's performances have been completely suspended. In a recent television program, Fu Han unexpectedly changed the song, replacing his own composition with a classic old song.
Amidst much speculation, over forty of Ji Ran's songs were subsequently removed from all platforms, causing an uproar among his fans. Speculation ensued, and curses poured in, this time mostly directed at Ji Ran himself.
A few days later, when the lawyer visited again, he brought a new version of the contract. It stated that the song was co-written by Ji Ran and Ji Qingyu, and that Ji Ran's concert proceeds would be divided among Ji Qingyu according to the revenue share. The Fu family would cooperate with Ji Ran to explain the incident and try to save face for both parties.
Ji Qingyu opened the music app and suddenly noticed that her name had appeared in the author section of those songs.
His fingers touched the three words, the phone screen lit up, and his eyes lit up too.
I scrolled through my phone and found that Ji Ran had posted a statement on social media. The gist of it was the same as what the lawyer had said, so it seems that both sides have reached a consensus.
Ji Qingyu glanced at the comments section of the statement, which was still dominated by paid commenters and fans. However, as marketing accounts dug up Ji Ran's past scandals, some discordant voices began to emerge.
"Fu Han must have developed hatred for Ji Ran out of love. If he can't have her, he'll destroy her."
"Ji Ran is a green tea."
"Does Ji Ran have no shame? Isn't this plagiarism?"
"He stole someone else's work and had the nerve to say it was all his own writing. Those were clearly his brother's experiences!"
"The person I hate has finally been found out!"
Ji Qingyu watched silently. Strangely, Ji Ran had finally paid some price for what he had done. He should have felt a sense of satisfaction, but his heart was completely unmoved.
The evening the announcement was sent out, Fu Han returned home very early. He seemed to be in a particularly bad mood. Ji Qingyu heard him open the door and came home. She went over to help him get his clothes and was surprised to smell some alcohol on his suit.
Fu Han leaned against the door, slightly raising his head. His hair was a little loose, scattered messily on his forehead, as he watched Ji Qingyu hang his clothes on the hanger.
Ji Qingyu turned around and went to the kitchen to bring the steamed egg custard that Wang Sao had warmed up earlier to the table. She wanted to call Fu Han over, but Fu Han was already close by without her noticing.
“You’re always like this,” he said slowly, seemingly quite drunk, his hand resting on the back of the chair behind Ji Qingyu, blocking the light from her head. “Don’t you have anything to say?”
Ji Qingyu was bewildered. What always? Perhaps Fu Han mistook him for someone else, or perhaps he had inadvertently done something to offend him again. But in any case, he immediately said, "I'm sorry."
Fu Han's expression did not improve as a result; his eyelids were slightly red, and it was unclear how much he had drunk.
In Ji Qingyu's memory, Fu Han didn't like to drink, and even if he did, he would never get drunk. However, not long after they got married, he had already seen Fu Han sober twice.
Fu Han lowered his head, looking at him calmly. Ji Qingyu tried to get up, but he pressed her back into her seat. Fu Han's voice was as deep as water, "Ji Qingyu, did you ask for my opinion when you added other people's names to those songs?"
Why should I ask for your opinion?
Ji Qingyu didn't want to talk to the drunkard any longer. He tried to stand up, but Fu Han had already leaned over to kiss him. There was no taste of alcohol in his mouth, only a faint taste of mint lozenges.
“You don’t care about anything at all,” Fu Han muttered to himself, his hand on Ji Qingyu’s chin tightening. “You don’t understand anything.”
Ji Qingyu thought that he had something he cared about, but Fu Han was not on that list.
He was stunned by Fu Han's kiss, his mind was foggy and almost stopped working. The back of his head was held down, and tears slid down his cheeks.
The ocean of sour plums exploded, engulfing him.
Fu Han felt so hot. Ji Qingyu felt a tingling sensation where Fu Han had touched her. Fu Han's hand landed on the edge of her glands again. He lowered his head and sniffed. Ji Qingyu's pheromones were as faint as water.
Fu Han seemed somewhat displeased and pressed closer again, his scent of plum blossoms even stronger, but he received no response; Ji Qingyu's parched body could not reciprocate his feelings.
His grip on Ji Qingyu's waist tightened. An alpha who couldn't get the comfort of omega pheromones was always restless, like an apple hanging on his head that he could never bite. Ji Qingyu thought that Fu Han would soon find someone else to relieve his desires, instead of coming here to ask him for that meager amount of pheromones.
Ji Qingyu had no choice; the scars on the glands were permanent, and even if they recovered well in the future, his pheromone scent would be very faint.
But Fu Han was not satisfied. He went to look at Ji Qingyu's glands again. The scars had fallen off and the new skin was pink.
Ji Qingyu thought Fu Han was going to bite him, and trembled as she tried to dodge, but Fu Han just touched the scar.
Ji Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then he kissed him again. Ji Qingyu couldn't push him away, and was completely wrapped in Fu Han's arms. Then Fu Han tried to pull Ji Qingyu's lips away, and Ji Qingyu opened his mouth as if to speak, but it looked like he was actively biting Fu Han's finger.
Fu Han paused for a moment, then smiled ambiguously and slowly, his gaze icy: "You're quite good at seducing people."
“I didn’t…” Ji Qingyu gently grasped Fu Han’s hand, hoping he would let go.
"No? Then what do you mean by making that face?" Fu Han was saying something that misinterpreted other people's intentions again.
Ji Qingyu was taken aback, then retorted in a somewhat defiant manner, "Yes, I... I schemed and plotted. I finally got together with you, so why can't I covet you?"
Ji Qingyu observed Fu Han's speechless expression for two seconds. A fleeting look of surprise crossed Fu Han's face as he released his grip on Ji Qingyu's chin.
But soon, before Ji Qingyu could escape, he reacted and bit him with even greater force, as if trying to tear him in two.
The night rain was cold, and the sound of rain mixed with water mist enveloped the two people in the bedroom. The room was quiet, but two low, hoarse moans came from under the covers.
Fu Han was experienced, while Ji Qingyu knew nothing. He tossed and turned her around on the bed, making her feel both pained and uncomfortable, like a salted fish that had been marinated.
In the middle of the night, Ji Qingyu groggily got up to get a drink of water. When he got up, his whole body felt like it was falling apart, and his back was extremely sore. He tried to get up, and it took him several attempts to finally succeed.
He knocked the cup to the ground, and it rolled once on the floor, sounding very abrupt in the quiet night. Ji Qingyu was afraid of disturbing Fu Han, so she turned around and found that the broad figure was still lying motionless on the bed.
Ji Qingyu walked over and reached out to touch it. He recoiled as if burned by a hot iron, and his drowsiness instantly vanished.
Ji Qingyu tried to shake him awake from the bed. He patted Fu Han's back and called Fu Han's name softly, but the other party did not respond.
He could only call his family doctor apologetically in the middle of the night.
The doctor told Ji Qingyu to find some medicine for Fu Han first, as he wouldn't arrive until late at night.
Ji Qingyu frantically searched for the medicine, but when he got to Fu Han's lips, it wouldn't go in. Ji Qingyu was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He wanted to punch Fu Han's handsome face a couple of times. He thought to himself that Fu Han was clearly a patient, and he didn't know where he got the strength to mess with him just now.
He leaned against the bedside, staring at the white pills in his hand, looking worried. A small nightlight was on by the bed, and he could see Fu Han's profile when he looked down.
"He's really handsome." Ji Qingyu was momentarily stunned. She reached out to touch Fu Han's nose. This usually arrogant face showed a rare hint of vulnerability. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes remained closed.
Ji Qingyu was stunned and thought to herself, how could such a face be on such a capricious person?
Fu Han finally slowly opened his eyes, looking at him with a dazed expression. Ji Qingyu stood there, stunned.
"You're awake. You have a fever. Take your medicine. The doctor will be here soon." His hand was still on Fu Han's nose, so he could only give an awkward smile.
Fu Han held Ji Qingyu's hand and obediently took the medicine from Ji Qingyu's palm.
"Wait a minute, let me ask the doctor if I can take this medicine after drinking alcohol." Ji Qingyu withdrew his hand, deciding to confirm with the doctor again. Fu Han looked at him quietly, his gaze fixed on him, without moving.
Like a wild beast lying in wait.
Ji Qingyu felt a little uneasy under his gaze. She covered him with a blanket, fed him the medicine, and then tried to get up to get a towel that had been rinsed with cold water. But before she could move, Fu Han grabbed her hand.
"Where are you going?" His voice was hoarse beyond belief, Fu Han's eyes were still red, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"I'll go get you a towel," Ji Qingyu said in a low voice, not wanting to argue with the patient.
Fu Han's forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were wet. He was like an arrogant and beautiful elf in the darkness.
Will he come back?
"They're back."
"You're lying to me."
"I'm not lying to you."
Fu Han got angry again for some reason. He lay down with his back to Ji Qingyu. This intimate action, which was almost like being coquettish, was probably because she mistook him for Ji Ran.
Ji Qingyu did not feel that she deserved such an honor.
A soft, almost hallucinatory soliloquy echoed in the darkness: "It was clearly written for me... You don't care about the song, do you not care about me either? Who do you really care about? I will never forgive you, you liar. If you lied to me, why didn't you just keep lying..."
Fu Han's voice was too soft, and Ji Qingyu could only hear some fragmented sounds. After piecing them together for a long time, she still couldn't understand what he meant. Fu Han's behavior left her helpless, and she could only cooperate by repeatedly apologizing and saying that he would not leave.
The night was dark, and after an unknown amount of time, the doctor finally arrived. Ji Qingyu gave up his seat, and after thinking for a long time, he went to the bathroom to wet a towel with cold water, then opened the bedroom door and handed it to the doctor.
After finishing his work, he didn't dare to leave. He leaned against the door, looking at the night outside the window, slightly stunned. He wiped his face, bit his tongue, and felt a sharp, lingering pain.
He used to never smoke because of his voice, but now he really wants one to briefly numb his nerves.
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