Chapter 42 Although it seems heartless...
Although it seems heartless.
After Ji Qingyu went home and fell asleep, she still dreamed about some past events.
During the long break between senior high school classes, Ji Ran called Ji Qingyu out, and the two chatted for a while. Just as they were having a good time, Fu Han suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
He nodded to Ji Ran as a greeting. The class bell rang, and Ji Ran's gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment before she smiled and left first.
There were only the two of them at the corner of the corridor.
Alpha was wearing a school uniform and looked very tall. His uniform was not buttoned up properly, making him look a bit sloppy, and his hair was just casually tousled.
Just as Ji Qingyu was about to ask what was wrong, Fu Han produced a light blue pendant in his hand. It looked very expensive, as if it had appeared out of thin air.
"What is this?" Ji Qingyu asked softly.
"I don't know, I just picked someone randomly." Fu Han also lowered his voice, just like Ji Qingyu.
The two of them leaned close together, staring at the small pendant. Ji Qingyu didn't know why things had turned out this way.
Like they were whispering to each other.
"Okay." Ji Qingyu silently took it, intending to pretend she didn't care, but she still held it in her hand and looked at it over and over.
"What's so special about it? It's just a phone charm." Fu Han's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible amusement.
"So beautiful." A small, transparent glass star, strangely glowing with blue light, was repeatedly touched by Ji Qingyu with her fingertips, making her feel very happy.
"Do you have a cell phone? What's your WeChat ID?" Fu Han suddenly asked. "I haven't been sleeping well lately, so I might call you, even when you're asleep in the early morning."
"I don't sleep well either..." Ji Qingyu thought, why should I wake him up?
"Then let's make the call sooner, and go to sleep while on voice chat," Fu Han said.
"Why? If you have trouble sleeping, you can take medicine or see a doctor. I don't know how to treat illnesses." Ji Qingyu smiled, already clutching the pendant in her hand. It was so small that it hurt her palm a little.
"Then give me back my phone charm."
"Why, why?" Ji Qingyu's eyes widened. This person was shameless; he could actually take back a gift he had just given away. "You gave it to me, so it's mine."
"Then call me on voice." Fu Han pinched Ji Qingyu's chin, looked down at him. Fu Han's eyes were very beautiful, and Ji Qingyu felt the place where Fu Han touched him start to burn.
"don't want……"
"Why?" Fu Han released his hand and hooked Ji Qingyu's little finger with his little finger. From her fingers to her heart, Ji Qingyu's body began to heat up.
Fu Han is too good at flirting.
"Class has started, let's talk about it later." Ji Qingyu pursed his lips, his whole body stiff. He ran away like a rocket.
"Hey, don't forget to add me," Fu Han said from behind, his voice fading into the distance.
Ji Qingyu woke up and covered his eyes with his hand. He had fallen asleep as soon as he lay down yesterday and forgot to close the curtains. The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the cold light was blinding.
He wrapped his head in the blanket. He hated dreaming about the past. His neck felt cold on this gloomy, rainy day, with a vague, aching pain. Most of the time, he had gotten used to coexisting with this subtle discomfort for a long time, but it was particularly noticeable today.
The pendant was nowhere to be found. Ji Qingyu lay in bed for a long time before finally dragging himself out of bed, pulling out his unpacked suitcase, and rummaging through his meager belongings. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the pendant. He wondered if his memory was playing tricks on him and sat on the floor for a while, lost in thought.
The birds outside the window were flapping their wings.
Jiangcheng may seem gentle and mild, but when it rains, it's more intense than Beijing, and clothes never dry. Ji Qingyu looked at the wet clothes in the yard and looked away.
He thought that he would feel better after a good night's sleep, but when he woke up, his mind was still foggy and his whole body was sore and weak.
He forced himself to go to the hospital to register. The hospital environment was quite nice, with clean windows. There weren't many people in the morning. He wore a mask and queued alone in a corner. He had been to the hospital so many times that he knew the process as well as if he were at home.
The television in the lobby was broadcasting entertainment news, and these messy messages kept trying to cram into Ji Qingyu's mind, as if she couldn't escape them no matter where she was.
As expected of a popular star, Ji Ran attracted a flood of marketing accounts and paparazzi as soon as he got into trouble. They even surrounded his house. It's unclear if he's been tainted by some kind of trait, but his stalkers are always terrifying. In the past, they would secretly wait outside his door for him to come home, but now it has escalated to cursing and insulting him. They seem to have found a legitimate reason to be angry. Paint was splashed on Ji Ran's door. Many people are furious. Those songs that moved them, that liar, were actually people they had genuinely loved.
The entertainment anchor played a video showing the wall outside Ji Ran's house covered in paint and other unidentified coatings. The offensive words were blurred, but even so, many obscene terms were still discernible.
Plagiarism dog, shameless, slut, why don't you just die... these are almost all the words used.
Ji Qingyu pulled his mask up higher. He hadn't blocked Ji Ran, but after the incident, Ji Ran probably knew he no longer had any leverage to threaten Ji Qingyu, so he never contacted him again.
All of this is simply the other party's own fault.
When his number was called, Ji Qingyu went in and sat down. The doctor first examined the back of Ji Qingyu's neck, where the scar had turned a very light white: "Are you here to see about the gland? How long ago was the surgery?"
"No..." Ji Qingyu was a little embarrassed, "I'm pregnant, I'm here for a prenatal checkup."
"Pregnant? You weren't marked, how did you get pregnant?"
"I don't know either, I'm just pregnant." Ji Qingyu's voice trailed off. "The last doctor who diagnosed me said that this happens, but it's not very common."
"It's indeed rare. Unless the other person can open the cervix and form a knot inside you, it will basically require multiple repetitions." The doctor was also an omega, speaking very formally and treating these words as medical jargon. Ji Qingyu, however, kept her head down and silently recited them in her mind.
Stop talking, stop talking.
His ears were bright red, and he looked like a fully cooked shrimp.
The doctor glanced at him and said, "Hey, young man, you're almost a mother, how can you still be so innocent? Go get checked out, we need to take X-rays to see what the problem is."
After the X-ray, the doctor pulled up the electronic file, looked at it carefully, and frowned somewhat seriously: "Have you been experiencing a lot of emotional fluctuations lately? This pregnancy isn't very stable. You know that the baby and the mother are connected. If you're constantly in a bad mood and worrying too much, it will affect the baby's health."
"Furthermore, you've had a miscarriage before, and your glands are damaged. Forcing yourself to give birth to this child might be bad for your health. This is no joke; you must be careful." The doctor spoke earnestly, looking at the omega in front of him with an unconcealable melancholy on his face. His pale face, because of this melancholy, seemed to have a fragile beauty.
Ji Qingyu looked down at his lower abdomen. He pursed his lips and blurted out, "I... I still want to give birth to this child."
"I know, I understand how you feel, but you should also understand that your health isn't actually that good. You've been overworked and stressed for years, and your blood and energy are already insufficient. Even if this child is properly cared for, it may still cause you considerable harm." The doctor repeated, hoping that Ji Qingyu would consider it carefully.
Ji Qingyu slowly absorbed the doctor's words, and then he heard himself say without hesitation, "Even so, I will give birth to this child."
Ji Qingyu felt he couldn't lose anything more; he had lost too many important and precious things in his life. Even if it was to atone for his first child, he couldn't take another life.
After leaving the hospital, he felt even more confused and disoriented.
In the days that followed, he spent most of his time at the theater, trying to use more work to forget the pressure.
He didn't know what was happening outside, and he could finally stay away from the affairs of those important figures. He didn't listen or think about it, and spent his days going back and forth between the hospital and the theater. He quickly became familiar with the new crew members, and Yu Yue was full of energy. Besides work, she would drag Ji Qingyu around to wander around.
Being with an omega so much younger than him, Ji Qingyu didn't find it boring at all; every day was fulfilling. Yu Yue was very talkative, and most of the time he just had to listen, which made him feel at ease. The loneliness that grew when he was alone faded away, but sometimes he would suddenly feel a little empty. He chose the narrowest bed, but sleeping alone was still a bit lonely.
The crew was working intensively, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye. It was time for the first official rehearsal. Today, he brought a cup of goji berries, tucked his hair behind his ears, and placed a pen next to his ear. He waited at the theater early. Suddenly, it became noisy around him. He heard Yu Yue's voice coming from afar. It was very noisy at the theater entrance. Ji Qingyu had no intention of joining in the commotion. He picked up his notebook and walked backstage.
He seemed to have underestimated his body, believing he could remain indifferent indefinitely. He desperately tried to escape, only to find that even running away couldn't hide the memories of the past. The wounds lay deep within his heart, constantly festering, causing pain if left unresolved, like a stubborn bruise. Sometimes he wondered if he would truly recover, whether the warmth he received from his friends' companionship was merely an illusion.
He lowered his head, and another wave of dizziness washed over him. A sharp pain shot through his glands, and he lost his grip. The cup crashed to the ground and shattered.
"You can't go in. They're rehearsing inside. If you come in, we'll call the police!"
"Where's security? What are you doing?!"
Ji Qingyu's vision went black, and she squatted down to recover for a long time, but the pain in her glands did not stop. Her ears were ringing, and she could not muster the strength to stand up.
A dark figure rushed over, and Ji Qingyu looked over from backstage.
That person is Fu Han.
Light and shadow danced across his face, and loneliness and gloom fermented together. Ji Qingyu's heart clenched tightly, and he took two steps back, desperately trying to hide in the shadows.
This year is unlucky.
What went wrong at some point that led Fu Han to this location?
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