Chapter 25 Ji Qingyu found it difficult to describe what it was like to drink that kind of medicine…
Ji Qingyu found it hard to describe what it felt like to drink that medicine, and he didn't want to recall it anymore.
When I was eighteen, I thought that I could get the other person's forgiveness by making a phone call, but I didn't know that the other person never intended to give me that chance.
Ji Qingyu always felt that he was too naive when he was eighteen, and had many unrealistic ideas. However, reality taught him time and time again how to put himself in the right place.
No matter how hard he tried, he might never reach the other side, so he stopped thinking about it.
There were some voices outside, it seemed to be the doctor and Fu Han. These days, because of his hand problem, Fu Han had called the family doctor many times, and also had his throat and glands checked several times.
The doctor's name was Lin Shui, and he was said to be a top student who graduated from a famous university. Ji Qingyu admired people who were very good at studying.
“…It was man-made damage, yes, it should be chemical corrosion.” Lin Shui’s voice said, “I’ve analyzed the images carefully, there’s no mistake.”
Fu Han sat on the chair, propping himself up on his arms, listening to Lin Shui's report, his hand tapping the table repeatedly.
He was lost in thought. When Fu Han was thinking, he always liked to rest his cheek on his hand and stare at the other person. Sometimes he would simply not look at them. Just sitting there made people feel pressured.
Ji Qingyu listened for a couple of minutes outside the study before silently leaving. When Lin Shui came out and saw Ji Qingyu, he paused for a moment, then greeted him, "Madam."
Ji Qingyu was about to go out. He was wearing a warm trench coat made of camel hair, and his eyes were clear and bright.
"Dr. Lin," Ji Qingyu smiled and poured Lin Shui a cup of tea, "what were you two talking about?"
Lin Shui didn't dare to look at Ji Qingyu, and touched her ear. "It's nothing. Don't forget to change your dressing. The bandage needs to be changed every day. It will be fine in another month. Mr. Fu remembers better than I do. You should also take care of it yourself."
Ji Qingyu got up to thank him, and after seeing Lin Shui off, he looked toward the master bedroom.
Actually, he didn't have much luggage; it was all stored in a corner of the master bedroom and could probably be packed into a small suitcase. Lin Ying's surgery was scheduled for a week later, which would be just enough time for him to finish writing the stage play he was working on. As for his vulnerable period, Fu Han didn't need him before, and probably still wouldn't now.
He pondered for a moment, then went out to prepare for work. Fu Han closed the study door, and Ji Qingyu knocked on the door, gently telling Fu Han that he was going out, but there was no response.
I wonder what kind of temper she's throwing this time.
He patted it a couple more times, then got tired of patting it and was about to leave when someone suddenly pulled him back from behind and touched his trench coat.
"It's too thin," Fu Han said. "If you go out and freeze into a block of ice, how am I supposed to hold you while we sleep?"
Before Ji Qingyu could react, a thick scarf was put around his neck again. Fu Han had been unusually nice to him today, and he wondered what had gotten into him. He slowly looked up at Fu Han from under the scarf. Fu Han didn't say anything, but simply put on his trench coat with him and said, "I'll take you."
Today I'm going to a coffee shop to discuss with the person in charge of the stage play how to write the theme songs for the two main characters.
While in the car, Fu Han suddenly asked again, "Is there something you're hiding from me?"
When asked which item it was, Ji Qingyu dared not make a move. He pretended to be asleep. After a while, a hand reached out and pulled his scarf down a bit, exposing his mouth and nose, and then brushed away the stray hairs on his eyebrows and eyes.
When they arrived at the coffee shop, Fu Han wanted to go downstairs with him, but Ji Qingyu said with an awkward smile, "Fu Han... if you go, they probably won't feel comfortable."
Fu Han smiled coldly. He leaned against the car and turned slightly to look at Ji Qingyu, who looked like a vampire or demon who had fallen from the sky—noble, beautiful, and extremely dangerous.
He reached out and pinched Ji Qingyu's cheek: "Are you just going to leave me here like this?"
Ji Qingyu smiled, looked around, and saw no one else except for a fruit cart. He quickly kissed Fu Han on the corner of his mouth, feeling a little shy and embarrassed. "Um, I can just take a taxi back myself."
Fu Han was not satisfied. He pinched Ji Qingyu's chin, leaned down and kissed her. Ji Qingyu was pressed into his arms and kissed so hard that she felt like she was suffocating before he released her.
Fu Han returned to his car, lowered his head to open his computer, seemingly about to work, and instructed, "You can go now."
Ji Qingyu quickly withdrew.
He walked into the coffee shop, and suddenly a call came in from an unfamiliar number. He didn't recognize it, so he didn't answer, but the unfamiliar number persisted.
He blocked the number, and only then did the person in charge of the stage play contact him, saying that he might be late. Ji Qingyu told him not to worry. He looked out the window at the scenery. The goldenrain trees by the roadside were in bloom, and there was a fruit stall outside the coffee shop. The weather was always cold like this.
A moment later, the driver suddenly came over and said someone wanted to see him. Ji Qingyu blinked, put down the tablet, and slowly asked, "Who is it?"
"I heard you're a fan, madam. I wonder how you found this place." The driver handed him a banner, which was merchandise from the Grimm's Fairy Tales stage play.
This was completely unexpected.
"Have him come over." Ji Qingyu ordered a coffee for the other person and straightened his clothes. He cleared his throat, surprisingly feeling a little nervous.
The other person looked young, wearing a baseball cap and dressed neatly, but Ji Qingyu felt inexplicably uncomfortable with his overall demeanor.
The waiter brought over the coffee, and Ji Qingyu pushed the warm latte towards the other person. He didn't dare to speak first, afraid that his voice would frighten the other person.
But the other person kept their head down, so Ji Qingyu waited a while before speaking first: "Hello, would you like me to sign your autograph?"
The man remained silent, his lips pursed, staring at the coffee in front of him. After a while, he slowly spoke: "Does stealing other people's things make you happy?"
Ji Qingyu was stunned for a moment, stood up, but was forcefully pushed back into her seat by the man's hand on her shoulder.
The driver was outside the door and couldn't see him.
Ji Qingyu immediately realized that this person was a fan of Ji Ran. He frowned. He didn't expect that someone would actually do such a dangerous thing. Moreover, he hadn't really harmed Ji Ran at all; he had just added his name to his own work.
He felt this world was somewhat surreal, and he couldn't understand whether he had been too tolerant, which had allowed the other party to take advantage of him, or whether there were always such scoundrels among Ji Ran's fans.
“I didn’t steal his things.” Ji Qingyu’s hand secretly rubbed the phone in her pocket and pressed the emergency call button. “Those songs were originally written by me. I took back my own things, and now it’s my fault.”
"What do you mean 'your song'? Ranran has sung it in concerts for so many years, so it's his! Besides, you don't have a career, so what's wrong with giving it to him?" The fan's gaze was gloomy. "You're an illegitimate child, you owe him."
"So you're saying legal judgments are useless, and only what your idol says is true? He stole those songs, he's the thief." Ji Qingyu was overwhelmed by the fan's powerful and illogical logic. What kind of brain could utter such sophistry?
Ji Qingyu was trying to recall who his first emergency call would be, but before he could, the other person, as if they were a criminal being exposed, tried to kill him to silence him. His expression suddenly became extremely distorted, and he muttered something under his breath before almost furiously pulling out a fruit knife.
"You not only stole his song, but also his boyfriend. It's all over the internet. Fu Han originally liked Ranran. Do you know how much he lost because of you? It's all because of you." He didn't think he was wrong, and his determination was like that of someone fighting for their own life.
"So it was you who sent me those curse messages and harassed phone calls these past few days," Ji Qingyu said definitively.
"So what?" The fans' voices grew louder, their hands gripping the knife trembling. "You have to pay the price for hurting others."
"Keep those words to yourself." Ji Qingyu almost laughed. He felt fear, but at the same time, his body was filled with a sense of absurdity and sorrow. Look, he could get so much love with something stolen. "If you hurt me, it will only bring more negative news to Ji Ran."
But he underestimated the determination of his opponent. When the fans heard this, their eyes widened even more, and with an almost sacrificial resolve, they charged forward with knives in hand.
He came on aggressively and was ferocious and terrifying, but fortunately the fruit knife was not sharp and only cut a gash in his clothes.
Ji Qingyu pushed the other person away and ran towards the door. She didn't know if his emergency call had gone through.
He yelled for help, and the fan realized the knife wasn't working well, so he grabbed Ji Qingyu by the neck.
The driver rushed over, and Ji Qingyu's consciousness was somewhat blurred; he hadn't expected everything to happen so suddenly. He struggled desperately, and the sports car on the side of the street swerved and crashed into the coffee shop.
The glass window shattered on the ground, and the fan was clearly frightened. Ji Qingyu shoved the fan back with her elbow, and the fan screamed in pain.
Chaos erupted in the coffee shop as people screamed and ran out. Many even took out their phones to film Ji Qingyu and the agitated fan. Coffee cups were overturned, and screams filled the air. Everything was chaotic and disorderly.
Ji Qingyu ran outside, and Fu Han got out of the sports car. Ji Qingyu couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could see his tightly furrowed brows.
In a flash, the other party screamed and lunged at Ji Qingyu. Fu Han was still more than 20 meters away from Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu grabbed her tablet and smashed it at the other party's head.
The man swayed and was about to fall, but somehow he managed to grab Ji Qingyu's ankle again with unwavering determination.
The knife was about to pierce Ji Qingyu's calf, and Ji Qingyu was prepared to die a heroic death.
The next second, there was no pain. A scream came from behind Ji Qingyu. The owner of the fruit shop by the roadside threw a watermelon at the fan. The watermelon smashed into pieces on the person's head. The fan staggered and paused for two steps.
Fu Hanshan arrived late, grabbed Ji Qingyu's hand and pushed him to safety, then viciously kicked the man.
He was often fierce, but he was very careful not to show this side of himself in front of Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu had not seen Fu Han like this for a long time.
Perhaps out of sheer rage, Fu Han ground his leather shoe into the man's face and grabbed his hair. He was experienced in fighting and knew how to inflict the most pain on his opponent.
He kicked the man repeatedly in the stomach, like a vicious wolf, fierce and violent, as if he truly wanted to kill him. Ji Qingyu suspected that Fu Han had broken several of the fan's ribs.
"Stop hitting him." Ji Qing took a few steps back, hurriedly urging Fu Han to stop. He was afraid that Fu Han would lose control and that if it continued, someone might really die.
He shouted several times, and Fu Han's foot was already on the man's ankle, seemingly considering from what angle to break it. Hearing Ji Qingyu's shouts, he barely stopped. His assistant and driver also ran over and called the police.
Fu Han turned to look at Ji Qingyu, who was still panting. He had just sprinted a hundred meters and then given that person a good beating, and his hair was all messed up.
A rare hint of nervousness crossed his handsome face as he walked toward Ji Qingyu. A bead of sweat dripped from his eyelids, obscuring his vision. Even so, he remained so beautiful that Ji Qingyu couldn't take her eyes off him.
Ji Qingyu was still in shock. His breathing had just calmed down when he heard someone calling him. Ji Qingyu looked up and saw the face of the person behind him. The face was hidden under a straw hat, and the skin was wheat-colored with clearly defined muscles on the arms.
Ji Qingyu's eyes suddenly widened, and he slowly spoke, uncertainly, "Brother Ma?"
Fu Hanchao paused in his steps.
"Xiaoyu, is it really you? What are you doing here?" The stall owner pulled off his straw hat, revealing his sun-reddened face, and looked somewhat incredulous. "And how come you're with this person?"
Who is this person?
"If he's not with me, who is he with?" Fu Han's reaction was even stronger than the other two. He put his arm around Ji Qingyu, raised an eyebrow at her, and released extremely aggressive pheromones.
The two alphas faced off.
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