Chapter 43 He wanted to get rid of him...
He wanted to get rid of him, to forget him, and the stronger this desire was, the harder it seemed to be to achieve. Ji Qingyu hid in a corner backstage, his head throbbing badly, when Fu Han's eyes swept over them.
He knelt on the ground, took a while to recover, and then finally struggled to his feet. Before Fu Han could come over, he left through the narrow doorway backstage.
He stopped halfway through the run, unable to continue, his glands burning with pain. He stood up, then suddenly remembered something, took out his phone, logged into his old account, and sure enough, Fu Han's messages hadn't stopped, piling up to ninety-nine times again.
He was panting, feeling the air stuck in his throat, making it almost unbearable. He had been burying his head in the sand like an ostrich, avoiding everything around him, which had left him in a very passive position.
His fingers trembled as he tapped the chat window, scrolling down from where he had deleted messages. The other person's messages came one after another, arriving at increasingly frequent intervals.
"Where are you?"
Is it safe?
Were you also threatened when you were eighteen?
"Is it because I haven't done enough that you haven't told me anything?"
"...I've spoken with Ji Ran. He was arrested. He told me before he went in. I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry, I'll never do those things again. I was just afraid you would leave."
"Was there never anyone else? Was it just me from beginning to end?"
Ji Qingyu felt extremely confused. On one hand, his head was spinning, and he didn't understand why Fu Han had suddenly said so many nice things to him. At the same time, his body was almost unable to support him; his glands were burning hot, and his eyelids were heavy.
He bought some painkillers at the pharmacy near his home, swallowed them hastily with a bottle of mineral water, and then planned to go home to pack his bags and run away before Fu Han could find him.
He stumbled back, picked up a few clothes that weren't completely dry in the yard, and after tidying them up for a few moments, he collapsed, unable to support himself any longer. He lay sprawled on the bed, his consciousness blurred, not knowing what had happened to him.
Ji Qingyu didn't wake up from her coma until someone knocked on the door that night. A pleasant scent of green plums wafted in from outside the courtyard.
Ji Qingyu smelled the pleasant scent and felt a little more relaxed. He touched his forehead and realized that he seemed to be feverish.
Although we don't know exactly what happened, his current state is definitely not normal.
What bad luck! Being chased and having health problems, and who knows what that person outside is going to do. Ji Qingyu might just be going to meet her end in this courtyard today.
The knocking was very soft, but it sounded a little scary in the night. Ji Qingyu stood up, holding onto the handles around her, and looked warily at the door.
But no one banged on the door, and no one suddenly barged in; everything was eerily quiet.
Fu Han knocked on the door outside the courtyard. His voice was as gentle as he could be. He cleared his throat and spoke very slowly: "Don't worry, I won't see you if you don't agree."
Ji Qingyu stood on the other side of the door, his hands gripping the doorknob tightly, holding his breath, his body pressed against the door, his feet lightly stepping on the pebbles on the ground.
Fu Han's sudden gentle demeanor was quite unusual to him; he had expected Fu Han to immediately send bodyguards to tie him up and take him back.
Seeing that Ji Qingyu remained silent, Fu Han said something else, which was nothing more than repeated promises and guarantees.
"Fu Han, I... I have nothing more to say to you. You can leave." Ji Qingyu's ears hurt from listening, and he couldn't help but interrupt. He felt that Fu Han was talking too much.
"Please let me in."
"Oh no." Ji Qingyu's voice was frighteningly hoarse. He was dizzy and his head was throbbing. The nerve pain in his glands made his entire bone ache. If there were a third person, they would have noticed that the smell of rain on Ji Qingyu almost permeated the entire yard.
He was completely unaware of his own actions, and with a trembling voice, he tried his best to respond to Fu Han: "You should leave, you are not welcome here."
His glands were still uncomfortable, and he was afraid that taking too many painkillers would be bad for the baby, so he could only endure it. Even so, he still let out a few very soft, insignificant groans. They were as light as the panting of some small animal, and Ji Qingyu quickly covered her mouth.
"I'll just take one look at you, make sure you're alright, and then I'll leave." Alpha's voice came through the door very clearly.
What could possibly happen to him? Ji Qingyu felt somewhat helpless, his mind in turmoil. After hesitating for a long time, he finally opened the door. It was the middle of the night, and everyone in the surrounding courtyards must be asleep. He didn't want to scare anyone.
He gently opened the door a crack, the light from outside mostly blocked by the alpha's tall figure. Fu Han grabbed the doorframe, and Ji Qingyu slammed the door shut in fright, causing it to hit her flesh. Fu Han let out a muffled groan.
"Are you...are you alright?" Ji Qingyu suddenly yanked the door open, using considerable force. Fu Han's hand was still on the doorframe, and Ji Qingyu asked anxiously, "Why are you pulling the door open? Didn't you say you weren't coming in?"
Fu Han was still standing there, his hand was covered in a large bruise, the purple bruise was shocking and looked very frightening. Even so, Fu Han's gaze remained fixed on Ji Qingyu, as if his pain receptors had failed.
"I'm sorry, your hand... you should go to the hospital quickly." Ji Qingyu hardened her heart, gritted her teeth, and resolutely refused to let Fu Han into the room.
Fu Han acted as if he hadn't heard her. He stared at Ji Qingyu, his gaze fixed on her. Ji Qingyu felt a little intimidated by his stare and was unsure how to deal with him. She could only ask, "What... what do you know?"
“I know everything,” Fu Han said. “It’s my fault. I just wanted to meet you and talk things out in person. If you find it unbearable to stay by my side, I won’t bother you anymore. I just thought that maybe I could help you with something. You and the child both need money and care.”
Fu Han looked like a fangless hunting dog. Ji Qingyu could see the dark circles under his eyes. His voice was also very soft: "Can you give me a chance?"
The scent of green plum emanating from Fu Han wafted out somewhat erratically, and Ji Qingyu was surprised to find that his legs actually went weak twice, something he usually wouldn't have experienced before.
"This is my child, don't even think about doing anything to him." Ji Qingyu took a few steps back. He didn't understand what Fu Han was going to do, and he didn't dare to trust him.
Fu Han took two steps forward and pulled the person tightly into his arms: "I won't do anything, I'll never do anything again."
Ji Qingyu's neck was enveloped in the scent of green plums, which finally made him feel less uncomfortable. He had to admit that even if he could control his instincts, the child inside him would crave the comfort of his father's pheromones.
"How have you been all these years?" Fu Han's voice was muffled. Ji Qingyu felt the alpha embracing him trembling, his breath and tears hitting his neck at the same time. In fact, Ji Qingyu no longer found those pains unbearable. He was able to treat them very calmly. It was only very occasionally that the pain would engulf him and try to devour him.
But it doesn't matter, he's always managed on his own.
Ji Qingyu was feeling uncomfortable from being choked by Fu Han. He patted Fu Han's back with difficulty, indicating that he was about to run out of breath and asking the other party to let go.
"I...I didn't let you in." Ji Qingyu's eyes were also red. "I didn't say I would forgive you either."
At this point, Fu Han started to act spoiled. He reached out and hooked Ji Qingyu's little finger with his hand. Ji Qingyu hadn't seen him act like this since they reunited.
"Don't try that on me." Ji Qingyu's body was half numb, and some long-forgotten memories resurfaced. He remembered Fu Han when he was eighteen years old, and took a big step back as if he had been burned, and slapped Fu Han's hand away.
Fu Han hissed tremblingly, and only then did Ji Qingyu realize that his slap had landed squarely on Fu Han's wound. It seemed to hurt a lot; Fu Han's expression changed, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Go to the hospital right away, don't stay here. If you come again, I'll have to move." Ji Qingyu paused for two seconds, then slammed the door shut without hesitation. The iron door creaked open, the force of the movement knocking off a few wildflowers from the eaves.
Ji Qingyu, panting, stood by the door for a while. The alpha seemed to knock on the door a few more times, then gradually fell silent.
Ji Qingyu stood there for what seemed like an eternity. The person outside the door scratched at the door twice, seemingly unwilling to give up, and paced back and forth for a long, long time before finally leaving with heavy steps. Ji Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Strangely, the pain in his glands had subsided, probably soothed by Fu Han's pheromones. He rubbed his neck a couple of times, unsure what to do. His phone vibrated twice, and when he looked down, he saw a new message from Fu Han: "Please don't change locations, okay?"
A while later, she sent another message: "I won't keep bothering you, okay?"
Ji Qingyu wondered if he was still half asleep. He turned off his phone, went back to his room, and quickly fell asleep. When he woke up the next day and went to the theater, he found that someone had arrived even earlier than him. Upon seeing Ji Qingyu, the person wanted to get up and come over, but ultimately kept a distance.
Ji Qingyu saw his right hand, wrapped in gauze, like a mummy. He paused for two seconds, then forcibly looked away.
Fu Han only announced a bombshell after everyone had arrived.
“I’ve sponsored your drama,” Fu Han said slowly.
"Sponsoring what? This is such a low-budget production, you're going to lose money. How much did you spend?" Ji Qingyu stood three meters away from Fu Han, her cup clutched to her chest, clearly still wary.
Yu Yue remained blocking Ji Qingyu's way: "Once you've paid up, just leave. Teacher Xiaoyu doesn't want to see you at all, why are you clinging to her?"
"Do you really not want to see me?" Fu Han ignored Yu Yue and stared at Ji Qingyu, asking softly.
"Really." Ji Qingyu calmly looked away.
Ji Qingyu didn't hear a reply for a while. He raised his head slightly and saw that Fu Han's eyes were somewhat disappointed and his lips were tightly pursed.
"You don't want to see me today, but maybe you will tomorrow, or perhaps the day after tomorrow."
"You weren't like this when you were eighteen."
“When I was eighteen, you weren’t this cold to me.” Fu Han said, sounding somewhat aggrieved. Ji Qingyu looked at the man’s bandaged hand, standing alone and hesitant to approach him, afraid she would soften her heart again. She quickly turned and left.
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