Chapter 46 The word "brother" made Ji...
The word "brother" made Ji Qingyu's heart clench.
Fu Han is sometimes too domineering, and he often forgets that the person in front of him is actually younger than him.
"Okay." He hesitated for two seconds before pushing him away, but still accepted Fu Han's suggestion. He also wanted to give birth to the child healthily.
In fact, besides her glands, Ji Qingyu has quite a few ailments, both big and small. Fu Han was very conscious of his health this time, and Ji Qingyu could only see him at the hospital.
After a while, he became less resistant to Fu Han and could talk to Fu Han for a few minutes. Fu Han would always wait for him to have his check-up, and then try to hold his hand. After being slapped away, he would quietly follow Ji Qingyu and then take her home.
This distance wasn't unbearable, though. The atmosphere between them was like ice. Before, Fu Han would try to make conversation in the car, but now even when he spoke softly, Ji Qingyu ignored him.
Omega would just lean against the car window and stare out the window.
After completing another check-up, Ji Qingyu pushed open the door to the examination room, but did not see Fu Han. Just moments ago, this man had been standing guard at the door, unilaterally recounting many recent events at his work.
He stood alone in the hospital lobby, wrapped in a cashmere trench coat. He exhaled and looked around. There were hardly any people on this floor; it was very likely that Fu Han had cleared the place out.
Ji Qingyu still had the diagnostic bracelet on his wrist. For so many days, he had to go into some huge machines every few days. Those rooms were empty. He would lie down on the machine and be pushed into the equipment. Whenever this happened, he could only stare blankly at the dark and narrow space in front of him.
The time dragged on, and he was terrified—terrified that he might never see the child again, and also afraid that he might lose his life because of the child.
He was a little afraid of death and also afraid of pain.
Fu Han would always wait for her at the door. Ji Qingyu searched around but couldn't find Fu Han. When she reached the corner at the end of the corridor, she pushed open the last door and looked through the crack. Through half a curtain, she saw Fu Han sitting on a medical bed covered with a blue disposable sheet, his entire upper body exposed.
The doctor is trying to extract something from his glands.
His tattoo looked particularly frightening at this moment. To be honest, Ji Qingyu was so familiar with the tattoo that he could clearly draw its shape, after all, it was he who filled in the colors stroke by stroke.
The ferocious patterns on the beast made Fu Han look terrifying. His face was expressionless, but his forehead was covered in sweat and his veins were bulging, making him look like he was in great pain.
Indeed, alphas' glands are far more sensitive than omega's, and they are inherently extremely resistant to the intrusion of other objects. Ji Qingyu peeked through the crack in the door and watched as the doctor took out a sharper instrument, a long and thin needle, and then handed a piece of gauze to Fu Han.
"Bite down." The doctor instructed Fu Han, who skillfully put the gauze in his mouth. The doctor then instructed the two assistants next to him to hold down the alpha and aim at his glands.
Fu Han didn't say anything. When the instrument entered his body, he began to struggle instinctively. It must have been really painful. He suddenly knocked over the surrounding instruments, and blood seeped out from the back of Fu Han's neck.
He was like a wild beast; two people together couldn't hold him down. Then he knocked over a cabinet, sat back down, and clung tightly to the edge of the bed, refusing to move.
Then the taste of plum turned bitter, spreading and gripping Ji Qingyu's nose. Ji Qingyu's hand, which was holding onto the door, trembled.
"Hold him down!" the doctor shouted. His hand was steady, and the process of collecting pheromones was over quickly. Fu Han's arm muscles were very tense, and his chest heaved violently. It took him a long time to spit out the gauze, and his whole body relaxed.
He was still able to speak at this point, his voice hoarse and flat: "Is this enough? I might be gone for more than ten days, so I'll save up some more."
"Enough, Mr. Fu. If you hadn't given me so much, I wouldn't have dared to do this. You should know how dangerous it is to extract pheromones from an alpha's glands, especially a live biopsy..." the doctor grumbled, his brow furrowed.
Fu Han chuckled upon hearing this, his gaze unfocused as he looked into the air: "Imagine an omega being permanently marked for six years, never receiving the comfort of their partner's pheromones, how painful that would be."
"Then this omega's partner must be a jerk." The doctor put the extracted pheromones into the cryo-chamber, disinfected Fu Han, and applied a pain relief patch.
“Yes.” Fu Han smiled sarcastically, his fingertips trembling slightly, his voice deepening. His eyelashes cast shadows that obscured his vision. He stood like a petrified statue, sighing softly, “He must be an utterly wicked bastard.”
Ji Qingyu stared blankly, quickly recognizing the neatly arranged extracts. The liquid in those capsule-shaped vials was used by the doctor each time to relieve his sensitive and overwhelmed glands.
Inserting the probe directly into the gland must be very painful, right? How could it not hurt? Ji Qingyu silently withdrew and slowly walked down the corridor into the hospital lobby.
He didn't know what he was feeling. What was Fu Han doing? Was he trying to atone for his sins in this way? In fact, Ji Qingyu didn't want him to do such a thing. He didn't want the other party to try to repay him in this way.
"Why are you still here?" About half an hour later, Fu Han came out and stopped in front of Ji Qingyu. His collar was high and he was wearing a bite blocker. His voice was steady. "I'll take you home."
"No need." Ji Qingyu tried to look at the back of Fu Han's neck. Only the corner of a gauze was visible, which was covered by his collar. When Fu Han saw Ji Qingyu looking over, he quietly pulled his clothes up a little.
Ji Qingyu frowned, her tone serious: "You...do you know that glands are very delicate and shouldn't be disturbed."
“I know, so you need to get better soon, at least… let me make it up to you a little,” Fu Han said. “I know you don’t want to see me, I’ll take you back and then I’ll leave.”
Ji Qingyu was speechless. Despite struggling so much just now, Fu Han still seemed completely unaffected. His legs didn't even shake when he walked, and his expression remained nonchalant. He even had the leisure to chat with Ji Qingyu. As they walked, he reached out and hooked his finger with Ji Qingyu's.
Ji Qingyu trembled, and her hesitation caused her to miss the opportunity to push Fu Han away, as Fu Han grabbed her hand.
The driver waited downstairs, and the two sat in the car in silence.
“Ji Ran has been detained, but there’s insufficient evidence, so he might be released. There are still lawsuits to fight afterwards, so I need to go back for a while,” Fu Han said. “While I’m not here, please don’t suddenly disappear again, okay?”
Fu Han now speaks to Ji Qingyu with a lack of authority, and Ji Qingyu, despite having been used to it for so long, still feels a little uncomfortable.
"I have a job, where can I go?" Ji Qingyu didn't look at Fu Han, and finally replied after a long time.
Just from that one sentence, Fu Han's lips curled up. When Fu Han was eighteen, he seemed to be very easy to please and clingy. Later, he became cold and aloof. Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han's smile, and the image of him in his memory overlapped. He stared for a few seconds before looking away.
The car slowly stopped in front of the guesthouse. Fu Han leaned closer, and Ji Qingyu slapped him in response. The driver in the front seat shook as if he hadn't heard anything, but Fu Han grabbed Ji Qingyu's hand and turned his face to lick her palm in an ambiguous way.
Ji Qingyu opened her eyes wide, cursed inwardly, and pried open the car door like a rabbit, jumping out the moment the driver unlocked it.
He rushed back to his bedroom and splashed cold water on his face, his chest heaving violently, and it took him a long time to calm down.
Fu Han's departure indeed lasted a long time, about ten days, and Ji Qingyu's world returned to its usual routine.
He looked at Weibo and saw that Ji Ran's endorsements and business deals were falling, he was embroiled in scandals, and Fu Han was determined to kill him, refusing to let him go no matter what. He was like a spider, clinging tightly to its prey, not giving up until it had bitten the other party to death.
Ji Qingyu was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly discovered that someone had spontaneously created a super topic for him, saying that his songs were really good. He widened his eyes, looking at the praise he received from the people in the super topic; he had never been praised by so many people before.
The stage play was nearing its end. One night, Ji Qingyu returned home after work, and Fu Han suddenly appeared again. This time, he didn't meet her at the hospital, but waited directly at the door. As soon as he saw Ji Qingyu, he wanted to rush over, looking like he had just arrived after a long journey.
Ji Qingyu was caught off guard and hugged. The other person hugged him tightly and took a deep breath like someone smoking opium. Ji Qingyu's body trembled and he pushed Fu Han away abruptly.
"Can I come in? I brought you a lot of things," Fu Han said. "Brother, I brought you a new guitar."
“I don’t need a guitar.” Ji Qingyu’s heart trembled. She hardened her heart and refused to let him in, slamming the door shut in a flustered manner.
Fu Han finally behaved himself and didn't knock on the door again.
The next day was a fine day. Ji Qingyu got up to go to work in the morning, carrying his goji berry thermos. As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into something heavy. Fu Han, wrapped in his black trench coat, stretched out his long legs and pressed against the iron gate of his yard.
His hands were red from the cold, and his whole face was red, especially the corners of his eyes and ears. When he saw Ji Qingyu come out, he turned his head to give him a smile, looking innocent and pitiful, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good morning."
Ji Qingyu looked at him in disbelief, her hands trembling so much that she almost dropped the thermos.
He hurriedly helped the person inside, poured a glass of warm water, and then went to find a thermometer for Fu Han.
Fearing that something might really happen to Fu Han and he would demand compensation from her, from then on, Ji Qingyu reserved the sofa outside the door for Fu Han...
No one knows why Fu Han's car, which was parked in front of Ji Qingyu's door the day before, suddenly drove away, nor does anyone know why Fu Han insisted on waiting outside Ji Qingyu's door among so many hotels.
Later, the rehearsals for the stage play finally ended, and tickets went on sale. The theater was packed. Fu Han, as an investor, attended the celebration banquet. He actually slept at Ji Qingyu's house the night before, and the two of them attended together the next day. Ji Qingyu didn't know how to explain this to Yu Yue.
Yu Yue was furious when she saw the two of them appear one after the other. She looked at Ji Qingyu with exasperation and started saying sarcastic things to Fu Han. Fu Han ignored Yu Yue and just stared at Ji Qingyu silently. Ji Qingyu felt uneasy under his gaze and could only pretend not to see him, ignoring him along with Yu Yue.
"Don't do this, Fu Han," Ji Qingyu echoed Yu Yue. "You can't change anything by doing this."
Fu Han didn't reply, but let out a mischievous hiss, as if he were laughing. Ji Qingyu looked at him suspiciously, but Fu Han still had that innocent look on his face. Suddenly, Ji Qingyu felt that something was wrong.
He pondered for a moment before realizing what was happening. It was strange that Fu Han's presence had suddenly become so prominent in his life again.
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