Chapter 3 The gland surgery ended very well...
The gland surgery was completed very quickly.
The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and Ji Qingyu, with a bandage wrapped around her neck, sat up from the hospital bed.
The huge bill was paid by Fu Han. He looked down at the expenses and saw that 200,000 yuan had been burned in just half an hour. A long and deep scar had also appeared on the back of his neck.
He got up and slowly walked out of the hospital.
The doctor said that it wasn't difficult to take care of him. He just needed to avoid getting his body wet when bathing and to avoid the usual foods. Because his glands were constantly swollen and unhealthy, his recovery was particularly slow.
“Mr. Ji, I’ve never seen anyone torture their glands like this. Your glands are full of pus; this can be fatal.” The doctor’s tone was reproachful. “Since you’ve already been permanently marked, why don’t you go find the person who marked you? Even just asking for some pheromones would be helpful.”
Ji Qingyu lowered her head: "He won't help me."
Why would you need to permanently mark someone with such a bad relationship?
Ji Qingyu fell silent. The doctor sighed, with a hint of disappointment, and comforted her, "It's alright. The gland surgery will be over soon. Mr. Ji, you're getting married soon. After the wedding, cherish your relationship with your husband, and everything will be fine."
Ji Qingyu did not respond.
The trees in the hospital cast swaying silhouettes. Ji Qingyu lowered her head, gently grinding the pebbles under her feet, kicking all the complicated thoughts out of her mind.
He reached up and touched the gauze on the back of his neck, momentarily stunned. The mark that had been with him for six years had simply vanished. Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction, but he felt a void in his heart. This mark, which tormented him from time to time, should have left him with no regrets.
However, most people felt relieved.
Before the wedding, nothing was different. Ji Qingyu was still a tutor, ate the osmanthus cake given to her by her daughter, and visited Lin Ying in the hospital in her spare time.
The people in the ward seemed like they would never wake up. At first, the nurses ignored Ji Qingyu, but when he came more often, they politely reminded him to stay away and not to bring germs into the sterile ward.
He took a few steps back and stood to the side like a superfluous person, helplessly watching the nurses finish the sterilization and go in to turn Lin Ying over.
Lin Ying had to turn over three times a day. She had lost a lot of weight, and he could see the protruding bones on her wrists. He had almost forgotten what she used to look like.
“When you wake up, I’ll take you to see my students. They’re all doing well…” Ji Qingyu paused, “and I’m doing well too.”
He spoke slowly through the large glass wall, "I'm getting married. You can't come to the wedding, but I'll come to be with you after the ceremony so you can see me in my wedding dress. Ms. Lin Ying, please wake up soon."
The chairs outside the ward were a bit uncomfortable after sitting for a while, so he would look down at his phone whenever he had a spare moment. The chat window between him and Fu Han was still blank.
His profile picture was completely blank, with only a solid black background.
Fu Han seemed to have no intention of acknowledging him. He sent a "hello" message, but there was no reply. The chat box was empty; no one would guess that these were two people about to get married.
During this period, it was Ji Ran who frequently sought him out, helping him choose venues, try on clothes, and take etiquette classes.
The elaborate omega dresses made him breathless. Ji Ran instructed his personal makeup artist to apply makeup to Ji Qingyu's face. The makeup artist held a brush in his hand and praised Ji Qingyu's face.
"Ranran, although your brother's face is incredibly rough, he has a really good foundation."
Ji Ran raised an eyebrow, looking at the sheet music in his hand, "Give him a good rest, so he doesn't end up being too tacky and make me and him lose face."
"Oh, right." Ji Ran looked up and tossed him a perfectly pressed suit. Ji Qingyu caught it with both hands, the smooth satin flowing like water onto his fingertips. "Wear this to meet Fu Han, and then take your wedding photos."
Ji Qingyu stammered, "I...we're going to take wedding photos too?"
"Otherwise what?" Ji Ran said and then ignored him, lowering her head to continue looking at the sheet music.
"Has our wedding date been set?" Ji Qingyu asked again.
Ji Ran frowned at his question: "You're getting married, and you still need to ask me when?"
Ji Qingyu quieted down, and Ji Ran continued to look at his sheet music. After a while, he threw the piece on the table and said, "This piece is no good."
"Is this all you can come up with for your new concert? What else?" Ji Ran's voice turned cold.
The assistant whispered, "Brother Ji, this is already the thirteenth version."
Ji Ran looked terrible and was about to get angry. The assistant tucked his head into his shoulders and stood there, not daring to dodge.
Amidst the chaos at the makeup studio, Ji Qingyu stood up, silently took the beautiful satin suit, and walked towards the door.
The weather was a bit gloomy, and it was raining outside. He took out his phone and looked at Fu Han's chat interface, unsure of how to start the conversation.
In the end, they gave up and contacted the assistant who had been in charge of coordinating the wedding arrangements.
"Hello." Ji Qingyu's voice was a little tense. He also hated that he would get nervous whenever he encountered something related to Fu Han. He silently cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound as pleasant as possible.
"Hello, who is this?" A crisp and efficient female voice came from the other end of the line.
"I am... Fu Han's fiancé. You may have heard him mention me. I wanted to ask when he would be available. We might need to take some wedding photos." Ji Qingyu felt a little uneasy. He gripped his phone tightly and pursed his lips.
When the time finally came to see Fu Han, his heart felt like it was being lifted high. He waited for the reply from the other side, his heart pounding.
After about twenty seconds, the female voice on the other end replied, "Okay, Mr. Ji, I just confirmed with President Fu. Please come downstairs at the company building at 5 pm tomorrow, and we will take you in."
"Okay, thank you, thank you for your trouble." Ji Qingyu hung up the phone, touched her forehead, and found it covered in cold sweat.
He thought he had developed a thick skin over the years, but it turned out he had overestimated himself. It seemed that in his relationship with Fu Han, the other party was always more at ease.
He could only wait silently for the summons from the other side, filled with trepidation and unease.
That night, he suffered from insomnia for the first time in a long time.
Perhaps due to hormonal fluctuations after the surgery, he woke up several times during the night and had several nightmares. In his dreams, Fu Han held Ji Qingyu's neck with a cold look in his eyes, looking at Ji Qingyu as if she were a tiny ant on the ground.
He said the same thing: "You dare to do something like this, and you still expect me to forgive you?"
He was surrounded by a group of people, with a beautiful omega by his side, and he drifted further and further away from Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu wanted to explain, but she couldn't catch up with him no matter what she did.
The dream was so real that he couldn't fall back asleep after waking up.
He decided to look through old photos. The high school photo album didn't have many pictures. Half of it was of him and Ji Ran, and the other half was of everyday photos, including cats on campus and casual photos with classmates. There was only one photo of Fu Han.
In the photo, he and Fu Han are standing together, neither of them moving. He is shorter than Fu Han, and his shoulders are not as broad as Fu Han's. Fu Han occupies two-thirds of the entire photo.
He was smiling, while Fu Han remained expressionless, holding a sparkler in his hand, with several ribbons stuck to his hair. The moment the champagne burst, the white champagne foam and the bright lights of the karaoke bar were captured together in this photograph.
Ji Qingyu glanced at it twice, then his stomach rumbled. He was hungry and had forgotten to eat. His body was quite resilient; it only started growling in the middle of the night. It wasn't so bad that he was with his owner.
He got up and hastily cooked a bowl of plain noodles, which he ate with some pickled vegetables.
Even in the dead of night, the online world was still bustling. He idly browsed posts, and many bloggers were sharing the love-hate entanglement between Ji Ran and Fu Han, along with a constant stream of likes on random snapshots.
Someone filmed Fu Han attending Ji Ran's concert, but the video was very blurry.
Ji Qingyu also watched the video. In the darkness, Ji Qingyu zoomed in on Fu Han's face and watched it several times.
Ji Qingyu's feelings were somewhat complicated. Even when she listened to Fu Han sing in high school, Fu Han had never shown this kind of expression.
My phone ran out of battery on its own.
At five o'clock the next afternoon, he went out wearing neatly ironed clothes.
The entrance to the Fu Group headquarters was very impressive, and the building had at least thirty floors. He straightened the most expensive piece of clothing he had bought at the mall and picked up the huge paper bag slung over his shoulder.
He walked to the front desk with his head down and his limbs stiff, and said in a low voice, "Hello, I'm here to see Fu Han."
"Is this Mr. Ji?" The secretary pressed the call button and gave Ji Qingyu directions.
"Take your visitor pass and go to the top floor in the innermost elevator. The president's office is right there." The secretary stood up and pointed to the innermost elevator.
"Okay." Ji Qingyu forced a stiff smile. He hoped that Fu Han would be unavailable so he could tell him that the wedding photos didn't need to be taken and he could leave.
The elevator moved upwards and quickly reached the top floor. The elevator doors opened in front of him. The entire floor was quiet. He took a few steps forward and pushed open the half-closed door.
Fu Han stood in front of the full-length mirror, his upper body bare, about to put on the wedding dress. His lips were slightly pursed, and his right arm had a beautiful and fierce tattoo. Despite the festive color, the red dress made him look even more indifferent and chilling.
He buttoned up his wedding dress one button at a time, his face devoid of any smile. Noticing someone approaching, he turned and glanced back. His gaze was cold and calm. The room was dark, with half the light from the window illuminating his face while the other half remained hidden in shadow.
Ji Qingyu didn't know what expression to make.
Fu Han's tightly furrowed brows stiffened for a moment when he saw Ji Qingyu, then slowly relaxed, as if he had just recognized who Ji Qingyu was. He smiled nonchalantly and walked towards her.
He was embraced from behind by a broad hand, and the other person closed the door. Ji Qingyu belatedly felt the hand touching his neck.
The bandage on his neck hadn't been removed yet; it hadn't been changed for an hour, and it might have been stained with blood. Ji Qingyu tried her best to glean something from Fu Han's expression, but ultimately came up empty-handed.
After an unknown amount of time, the hand withdrew. Ji Qingyu gasped for air, nearly suffocating.
"Go change your clothes now that you're here." Fu Han's tone was icy as he turned and went to the lounge, making room for himself in the changing room.
"Okay." Ji Qingyu walked slowly in along the side. Fu Han was lying on the bed, and the door to the cubicle was not closed. If he changed clothes here, Fu Han would see him as soon as he opened his eyes.
Ji Qingyu hesitated for a moment between walking over to close the door and changing her clothes directly. Suddenly, Fu Han turned over and faced away from her.
The dark figure disappeared into the darkness.
Ji Qingyu then went to get the wedding dress from the paper bag.
The red dress was exquisitely crafted, with lifelike embroidery and golden threads outlining a phoenix poised to take flight.
He took off his clothes and put on the red wedding dress. The dress made his face look even whiter, and the thinness and depression he had accumulated over the years were softened by the dress, giving him a gentle and graceful appearance.
His somewhat malnourished brown hair was tied into a small knot at the back and hung quietly over his shoulders.
Fu Han had gotten up at some point. He was leaning against the door of the lounge when Ji Qingyu turned around and found him looking at her.
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable sleeping, Fu Han unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing his clearly defined muscles, making the otherwise well-fitting clothes look a bit tight.
Fu Han's face was hidden in the darkness, his body leaning casually against the door, his hair combed up, with only a few strands falling on his forehead.
His features were distinct and he was so handsome that Ji Qingyu couldn't take her eyes off him just by him standing there.
Ji Qingyu's neck started hurting again. He wasn't someone who didn't learn his lesson, so he immediately looked away.
Fu Han walked over at that moment and stopped in front of Ji Qingyu.
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