Chapter 16. Ji Qingyu took on the responsibility of Fu...
Ji Qingyu bore the brunt of Fu Han's inexplicable rage. No matter how much he pleaded, Fu Han refused to stop, which was far too much for Ji Qingyu. Fu Han's teeth even touched Ji Qingyu's neck several times, making him shudder.
He then collapsed from exhaustion. He woke up in bed some time later, feeling sore all over and dizzy. Fu Han and the box on the table were gone.
Ji Qingyu realized something and groped for the upside-down photo frames, only to find that they had all been removed.
It was just past noon, and the bright and clean office made him feel suffocated. The angular desk lacked any warm wooden elements or plants. The glass water cup was a minimalist design, and an owl sculpture stood by the office door, its eyes fixed on him, making Ji Qingyu feel uneasy.
He left silently without telling anyone. The group's building was truly magnificent. He wondered how much money it must have cost to build such a detached building in the city center. He went down the elevator, looked at the sky filled with tall buildings, ate a piece of bread at a convenience store, and decided to go to the hospital to visit Lin Ying.
The performance was tomorrow, and Ji Qingyu was filled with anxiety. When he came out of the subway station, he met a fortune teller and couldn't resist paying him to sit on a small stool.
The fortune teller took out a tortoise shell with copper coins inside, and picked up a porcelain bowl with a chipped rim, saying, "Benefactor, just think about what you want in your heart, then shake out the copper coins, and God will give you a clear path."
God? Ji Qingyu thought, his relationship with God wasn't exactly good.
Even so, Ji Qingyu silently wondered if tomorrow's performance would go smoothly. He shook the bowl frantically, six times, the coins rattling in the bowl. The fortune teller touched it, shook his head, and said, "I'm afraid there might be some changes."
"Huh?" Ji Qingyu wiped his sweat, thinking that the tickets had already been sold, what should he do? But he still asked, "Would it be okay if we changed the date?"
The fortune teller held out a bowl in one hand and asked for money in the other, meaning "come again."
So Ji Qingyu continued to shake his already aching arm. The fortune teller touched it again and sighed, "It has nothing to do with which day, benefactor. This is not your tribulation, but it is through you that I must deal with it."
Ji Qingyu scratched his head. What nonsense is this?
The fortune teller bowed to Ji Qingyu, and Ji Qingyu immediately stood up and returned the bow. He was about to leave when the fortune teller shook the bowl in his hand again, "Since we are destined to meet, why don't you have your love life told again? I'll make a good connection with you, and I'll give you the third divination as a gift."
Feelings... Ji Qingyu felt weary. He didn't want to delve into anything related to Fu Han, nor did he want to pry into their relationship. He was afraid that such prying would make Heaven think that their fate was not over, and would tie them together more and more tightly with the red thread of destiny.
He shook his head, but his feet seemed glued to the stone pavement, remaining motionless. After much deliberation, he finally took the old tortoise shell and started shaking it.
His mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't come up with a specific question. He was just thinking about Fu Han's face. The last coin fell into the bowl, making a crisp sound as it jingled.
Ji Qingyu felt her heart beating faster.
The fortune teller touched it, then calculated with his fingers, and exclaimed, "Benefactor, this is a wonderful marriage! You will be rich and noble, marry into a high-ranking family, deeply loved by your husband, and enjoy a happy and fulfilling life."
Sure enough, Ji Qingyu thought to himself that he had suspected this person was a fraudster since the second order.
He felt relieved, made a perfunctory response, and prepared to leave, only to bump into an unexpected person when he turned around.
"Uncle Lin, why are you all wrapped up like this? I can't even see your face." Ji Qingyu chuckled dryly. He saw that Lin Feng was wearing a hat, a mask, and sunglasses, fully armed. He was carrying a plastic bag filled with colorful medicine bottles with complicated medical terms on them, which he couldn't understand.
"What, you still believe in this?" Lin Feng said cheerfully to the fortune teller, "Master, please tell my fortune too. I don't have much of a career, so please tell my love life."
Ji Qingyu pulled Lin Feng aside and whispered to him, "No, Uncle, he's a fraud. His calculations are inaccurate."
But Lin Feng had already picked up the tortoise shell, so Ji Qingyu could only sigh and stand aside. He looked at Lin Feng and noticed a much more obvious scar on the other's neck, which was always hidden by stray hairs. The scar was sharp and glaring, as if it had been made with a dull knife, crooked and twisted, clinging to the surface.
The fortune teller touched the copper coins, did some calculations with his fingers, and praised, "Oh dear, this is also very wealthy, and the other person will always be deeply in love with you and remain faithful to you until the end."
"No way." Lin Feng gave her the money and whispered to Ji Qingyu, "He really is a charlatan."
"Uncle Lin, are you married?" Ji Qingyu thought about the glaring scar in her mind, feeling that she had overlooked something, but she couldn't find that crucial clue.
"I'm married, but my husband has been dead for over ten years, so let's not talk about it." Lin Feng was very easygoing, and put his arm around Ji Qingyu's shoulder, asking, "What are you doing here? Are you feeling unwell?"
“No…” Ji Qingyu thought for a moment and decided that it wouldn’t matter if he told Lin Feng, as it wouldn’t affect anything. So he said, “My mother is here, and she is sick.”
"Oh..." Lin Feng paused, frowned, lit another cigarette, took a puff, and patted Ji Qingyu's back. "Uncle is fine right now. Do you need me to come up with you to take a look?"
Ji Qingyu agreed. He felt that Lin Feng looked kind and for some reason, he instinctively liked him.
They walked up to Lin Ying's ward, where Lin Ying lay quietly as before, nothing had changed. The late summer air carried a slight chill, making people's shadows appear even longer.
Ji Qingyu still requested three minutes of visiting time from the doctor. After disinfecting, she went in, moved the clips used for testing in Lin Ying's hand to a different position, and played the stage play music she had written for Lin Ying again.
Lin Feng was waiting for him outside the ward.
The clear glass hospital room separated two worlds. Perhaps influenced by the sadness, Lin Feng also showed a sad expression. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but when he smiled, these wrinkles made him look even more gentle.
Lin Feng always gave Ji Qingyu a very contradictory feeling.
He was unkempt, with a beard covering half his face and hair that was neither long nor short, but he didn't look slovenly. Although he said he was a security guard guarding the mountain, he danced so well. As Ji Qingyu walked out of the ward, Lin Feng hugged her tightly, a long and slow embrace.
Ji Qingyu had never received fatherly love, but in Lin Feng's embrace, she savored something that could be considered a substitute: warmth, grandeur, like layered tree shadows, or like an endless mountain range.
"Do you visit your mother alone all the time? Doesn't your husband care?" Lin Feng frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased as he worried about Ji Qingyu again.
“Ah,” Ji Qingyu sat on the iron chair, looking at the ward. The doctor had just replaced the potted green plant with a white porcelain base and placed it on Lin Ying’s bedside. He said slowly, “He doesn’t know.”
"What?!" Lin Feng became agitated, almost stunned, and his voice rose, "How could he not know about something like this?"
Ji Qingyu smiled somewhat awkwardly: "The reason is rather complicated..."
The doctor went in again to turn Lin Ying over as usual. Recently, there has been an additional task: monitoring the location of the tumor in Lin Ying's brain. At the same time, the doctor is also planning the surgical procedure.
"No matter how complicated it is, he can't let you handle it all by yourself." Lin Feng seemed a little angry. Ji Qingyu blinked at him and silently said thank you in her heart.
Lin Feng decided not to leave and stayed with him until sunset. The doctor carefully explained Ji Qingyu and Lin Ying's current condition, the possible risks of the surgery, and the chances of waking up after the surgery. Finally, he concluded: "In short, the chances of recovery from this surgery are still very high, but we cannot rule out the risks. We are currently waiting for the right opportunity. Whether or not to have the surgery at that time will be decided by us. I can only say that the current situation is positive."
Ji Qingyu thanked Lin Ying and stayed with her for a while longer. The two of them walked back along the road, the setting sun casting a bright orange-red reflection. When they reached the station, Lin Feng cautiously asked, "Young friend... shouldn't you talk to your family about this? Don't carry this burden alone. It's good to have someone else share the load."
Ji Qingyu shook her head: "No, actually I plan to leave once Mom gets better."
Lin Feng froze, looking at Ji Qingyu with disbelief: "You two really have no feelings for each other at all? Actually, I've seen your videos, and I thought you two had a pretty good relationship..."
Whether it's true or not, it's just a matter of fact. Ji Qingyu didn't want to talk about it, so she just smiled and said, "He doesn't like me. We're only together for mutual benefit. He's just faking it in front of the media. He doesn't even want me to have his child."
Lin Feng paused, staring at Ji Qingyu in astonishment. A few strands of Ji Qingyu's hair were blown up by the wind, making him appear even thinner and more gloomy.
The bus arrived and slowly stopped in front of the two of them. The last rays of the setting sun had also disappeared. Lin Feng had to leave. It would be an hour's drive back. Lin Feng touched Ji Qingyu's hair, remained silent for a few seconds, and then sighed: "You're such a good child. It can't be your problem. It must be his fault."
Is that so? Maybe so, he can't tell either.
Ji Qingyu felt a warmth in his heart that Lin Feng, a stranger he had only met a few times, could encourage him like this. He thanked Lin Feng and noticed the medicine in Lin Feng's hand swaying precariously, with the words "pheromones" mixed in with the complex medical terminology.
He thought that perhaps Lin Feng's glands, like his own, were not very healthy.
He felt a little sad. Was there really no other way for an omega to find happiness besides relying on an alpha? This abnormal parasitic relationship was etched into the genes of omegas, like a curse.
Lin Feng stood on the car and waved to him.
As the bus was about to leave, Ji Qingyu banished all the thoughts that had crossed his mind. He roused himself and said loudly to Lin Feng, "Uncle, don't worry. All I can think about right now is our performance tomorrow. That fortune teller was wrong. We'll definitely succeed!"
As for anything else, it's no longer important, and he won't think about it.
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