Chapter 39 When Lin Ying left...
Lin Ying left on a quiet afternoon, with Ji Qingyu by her side.
He was most familiar with this area in the east of the city. He had grown up here since he was a child. It was a quiet and beautiful place with green grass and fields. When you walked up the mountain, there were lush plants and trees, and you could hear birds chirping. The air was filled with the fresh scent of rain. Quiet morning mist enveloped the entire mountain, making it lush and verdant. However, a third of the autumn vegetation had already turned yellow.
Ji Qingyu looked up and shielded her eyes from the sun overhead. The halo of light was beautiful and blurred, casting beams of white light down into the mountains. Ji Qingyu followed the stone steps upwards, turned a corner, and came to a quiet and peaceful open space.
It's a cemetery, and not many people buy land here because it's remote and inconvenient to get anywhere from there.
In the easternmost cemetery, Ji Qingyu buried Lin Ying next to his first child. The process wasn't complicated; the caretaker simply came over and chatted with him when he arrived.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you. Oh, by the way, I saw you on TV a while ago. You won some really prestigious award, right?"
"I've been too busy lately." Ji Qingyu glanced to the side; the flowers on the tombstone were already a bit wrinkled. He looked at the bouquet in the plastic bucket next to the caretaker: "Are these flowers for sale?"
"For sale, freshly picked from the mountain."
Ji Qingyu bought all the flowers and placed them in front of the stone tablet. Then she touched the texture of the stone. The sky was slightly overcast, the air was fresh and comfortable, and it wasn't too cold today.
Ji Qingyu sat in front of the tombstone for a while and drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, he found that it was already dusk. Ji Qingyu leaned back against the tombstone, watching the sunset. He moved slightly to the side to make sure he wouldn't block Lin Ying's view.
He sat there with Lin Ying and their first child, lost in thought for a while. When his legs went numb, he would shift his position, his eyes wide open. When he got tired, he would lie down on the grass nearby for a bit. He looked utterly disheveled, but he was too lazy to think about it anymore. He wondered if it was because of the pregnancy, but he often found himself spacing out, and lately he had been feeling particularly sleepy.
Dirt got on his body and hair, and painful memories played out in front of him like a movie over and over again.
Ji Qingyu felt a pang of sadness; it seemed he couldn't do anything right, couldn't hold onto anything. Now, even parting was rushed, and they couldn't even say goodbye properly.
When I got back, Aunt Wang was busy preparing something. The house was decorated, and Aunt Wang was putting newly bought champagne on the table.
"Madam, didn't you win an award? Mr. Fu said he'd throw you a celebration banquet." Aunt Wang's voice was beaming with joy.
“We already celebrated,” Ji Qingyu said. “We celebrated until very late that day.”
“It’s different. We haven’t even congratulated you yet. More importantly, Madam, Mr. Fu’s birthday is coming up soon. He’s the one who suggested that we celebrate his birthday and the victory celebration together.”
Yeah.
Unfortunately, he's leaving.
Ma Yu was going to Jiangcheng, and he planned to go with Ma Yu in his car. He didn't have much stuff; all of it would just fill one suitcase.
"His birthday is tomorrow, right?" Ji Qingyu said, picking up the whipping machine next to him and helping Wang Sao whip the cream. The snow-white foam quickly rose, and he poured all the foam into the cake mold. He decorated it with raspberries and some other ornaments, then helped Wang Sao with other housework.
"Yes, speaking of which, he never celebrated his birthday before. I don't know why he did this time. It seems that people who are married are different," said Aunt Wang.
Ji Qingyu glanced at Wang Sao silently several times.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Aunt Wang joked with Ji Qingyu with a smile.
“No,” Ji Qingyu laughed as well, “It’s just that I’ve been troubled by your care all this time.”
"What are you saying?" Aunt Wang didn't take it seriously, thinking that Ji Qingyu was just saying it casually, but she couldn't help but nag a bit more, "Madam, you're just too polite. You should start to think of yourself as the master of this house. All your things are in the second bedroom, and you don't even put them anywhere else. Since you came, Mr. Fu has brought a lot of things into the house."
Ji Qingyu smiled sheepishly.
The cake turned out pretty well. Ji Qingyu took a bite and found it wasn't too sweet, which he knew Fu Han would like.
He was snuggled in bed that night, forgetting to silence his phone. He was woken up in the middle of the night by a vibration. When he opened it, he saw a message from Luo Sheng. Luo Sheng had sent him a photo of his award: "Xiaoyu, that's great, congratulations."
Still half-asleep, Ji Qingyu casually typed, "Uncle, do you want to perform? I might continue writing stage plays later, if you'd like..."
"Forget it, I can't show my face," Luo Sheng said. "We still need to keep in touch, Xiao Yu, and come visit me often."
"..." Ji Qingyu didn't reply. His eyes widened a little. He suddenly remembered that he might never be able to perform on the same stage with Luo Sheng again.
He stood up, covered his face, and finally felt a pang of sadness. He had lived in this city for so long, but it held too much pain, and the happy memories were becoming increasingly blurred.
Although it was painful to part with him, he had no choice but to say goodbye.
The joke God played on him when he was eighteen was finally coming to an end. He was going to go somewhere warmer, to sleep well, and to live a good life.
Ji Qingyu blinked, and the cake in front of him suddenly became a little blurry. He returned to his room and squatted down, unable to support himself any longer.
The mountains outside the window remained vast and high, with flocks of birds flying around. Ji Qingyu silently entered the study, took down Fu Han's sketchbook, and on the last page, he had drawn a smaller white bird next to the white bird representing Luo Sheng. It wasn't very pretty; it was crooked and awkward.
Fu Han is so cold and arrogant, but Ji Qingyu sometimes wonders if he also needs companionship.
But he couldn't stay any longer; he had to leave. Perhaps they weren't meant to be, and his destination wasn't with Fu Han.
The next day, everyone gathered together, mainly the servants of the Fu family. The birthday song was sung several times. After everyone had celebrated, only the two of them remained.
Fu Han leaned against the sofa, sitting cross-legged. Two buttons on his shirt were undone, his gaze lowered, and his brows slightly furrowed. This posture made him appear even more sinister, as if he might tear his prey to shreds at any moment.
He seemed to be feeling unwell; his forehead was covered in sweat, and he impatiently tugged at his buttons.
The recent troubles at his company and the lawsuit must have been overwhelming for him.
Ji Qingyu sighed, silently walked over, and sat down next to him. He bent his knees and hugged himself.
He was holding a glass of lemonade and gently pushed it toward Fu Han, his voice soft.
"Have some water to sober up."
"..."
Fu Han didn't take it, but pushed something in front of Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu looked down and saw it was their prenuptial agreement. Fu Han's voice was a little hoarse: "Ji Qingyu, it's a new year, this kind of thing is invalid."
“The music room at home was too small, so I renovated a new one for you. It’s very spacious. I asked a lot of people, and it’s fully equipped. It’s right near my company.” These words didn’t sound like something Fu Han would say. He remained expressionless, but held Ji Qingyu’s hand tightly, almost spilling his lemonade. “Ji Qingyu, let’s forget about the past. Let’s live a good life together.”
Ji Qingyu didn't move, nor did she look at Fu Han.
His profile appeared like an unreal porcelain doll in the air, his hair swaying, his eyes curving at the corners. Amidst the ribbons and champagne foam, he flashed a bright smile: "Okay."
"I have terrible character, so don't disgust yourself with me." Ji Qingyu said this while still laughing. Perhaps because of the pregnancy, his glands were secreting more pheromones than usual, which might be a good thing.
The smell of rain filled the entire living room, making it damp and cold. Ji Qingyu often felt that his pheromones were faint, but she didn't expect them to be so strong at this moment.
"Fu Han, do you remember when we were eighteen, we took a photo together at a bar?" Ji Qingyu said bluntly, as if she were telling someone else's story.
"You brought me a boxed lunch back then, and I wanted to repay you, so I chose the biggest fish in my house, made sashimi, and wanted to send it to you. But then, I asked your friends where you were, and they pointed me in a direction. I opened the door and went out, and guess what I saw?"
Fu Han frowned. How could he remember such a trivial matter?
“I saw you with a male omega. He kissed your cheek, and you were smoking, but you didn’t refuse. At that moment, I thought, I’m so delusional. Who do you actually like? Later, you came back and took a picture with me as if nothing had happened. I threw away all the fish I had that day. I know that we had nothing to do with each other at the time, and I was just delusional, but I was still very sad. I’ve experienced this kind of sadness many times since then.”
Fu Han was stunned, clearly not remembering when it happened. He gripped Ji Qingyu's hand tighter, opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.
Ji Qingyu said, "Fu Han, today is your birthday, let me sing you a song."
He lowered his head and strummed the guitar in his hands. His voice was still somewhat deep and no longer as pleasant as it had been at eighteen. The night was alluring. Fu Han suddenly grabbed Ji Qingyu's hand, said nothing, and lowered his head to kiss her.
"Fu Han." Ji Qingyu grabbed Fu Han's clothes, pushing him away amidst a series of flustered kisses. "Here's a piece of advice: investigate Fu Yunsheng and Ji Ran..."
"Shut up and focus."
The alpha exuded strong pheromones, seemingly trying to devour Ji Qingyu completely. However, he forgot that Ji Qingyu was a less sensitive inferior omega, and his pheromones had no effect on her; Ji Qingyu would not be aroused by him.
"Fu Han, I've said a lot of harsh things to you these past two days. I'm just too sad..." Ji Qingyu stopped talking and cooperated with Fu Han's kisses and hugs, almost giving him whatever he wanted.
Can birds in the sky and weeds on the ground live together? The answer is no; they will always be like the two poles of the world.
Fu Han was still holding his hand, his palms damp with sweat, sticky and nauseating. Ji Qingyu reached out to trace his brow bone; such sharp features, captivatingly beautiful and noble, yet he was too exhausted to exert any strength when he looked at that face.
The time agreed upon with Ma Yu was approaching, just after midnight. At least Fu Han's wishes for his birthday would come true.
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