Chapter 5 is so ironic, something I didn't want...
How ironic that what we don't want is blessed, while what we want is forever unattainable.
The wedding still took place as scheduled.
The wedding venue was a luxury villa in Xiangshan, in the city center. A few years ago, Fu Han bought the entire Xiangshan area and built a villa on this mountain that protects the heart.
Many people came that day, making it very lively. Ji Qingyu was dragged out of bed early in the morning to do his makeup. The makeup artist held his face, turned him around in front of the mirror, and said with a smile, "Mrs. Fu, you look so beautiful."
Omegas are expected to wear cheongsams for their weddings, and many male omegas also like to wear skirts in their daily lives. However, Ji Qingyu has been raised as a beta since childhood, and his frame and muscles are larger than those of a normal omega. This is the first time he has ever worn a skirt.
When Ji Ran pushed the door open and came in, she saw him awkwardly adjusting his skirt.
"That's why they say clothes make the man," Ji Ran walked over, picked up an ear clip from the table, and clipped it onto Ji Qingyu's ear. Ji Qingyu felt a little pain and frowned.
He was like a well-behaved and obedient younger brother who genuinely wished him well, with a touch of childlike playfulness.
Unlike Ji Ran, Ji Qingyu didn't possess exceptional acting skills. His smile was forced, and Ji Ran probably noticed, so he turned to chat with the makeup artist.
The makeup artist was delighted by his smooth talk: "You two brothers have such a good relationship. It turns out all those rumors outside were false."
Ji Ran wasn't angry. He looked at Ji Qingyu with a smile and said, "Of course, he's my only brother."
The makeup artist packed up and left, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Ji Ran still smiled and said, "You've gotten bolder, daring to hang up on me now."
"It was the middle of the night, I was very tired, and I needed to rest," Ji Qingyu said, trying to argue with her head down.
Ji Ran's face darkened slightly, and his fingers danced on the mahogany table. "I'm about to have a concert and I'll be singing a new song on stage. Have you been writing one recently?"
"I've been tutoring, I don't have time." Ji Qingyu looked around, avoiding Ji Ran's eyes.
Ji Ran said with annoyance, "Stop it. I'll give you three times the money. You write a song for me, and the same old rule, you don't need to be credited."
"...I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to write songs."
“Then we’ll write it after we’re married.” Ji Ran frowned. “You’re not going to make excuses, are you? Don’t forget…”
Ji Qingyu finally mustered up the courage to interrupt him, "Let's not talk about these things today."
Ji Ran was silent for two seconds, his eyes fixed on Ji Qingyu's face, his expression uncertain, but his tone was as gentle as ever, "Okay, you're getting married today, I'll give you a few days off, consider it a wedding gift for you, we'll talk about it later."
Ji Qingyu felt he was suffocating if he stayed any longer, so he turned and walked out. Fireworks and red silk were everywhere. The hotel's round hall was filled with celebrities and dignitaries, and all sorts of eyes swept over him when he came out.
Ji Qingyu stiffened under everyone's gaze.
The head of the Ji family and his wife also arrived.
Ji Qingyu had never met his biological father before. Ji Ran had once told him that his father had a one-night stand with Lin Ying while drunk.
That night, due to carelessness and Lin Ying's unwillingness, Ji Deyong failed to take proper precautions, resulting in the unexpected pregnancy of Ji Qingyu.
After that, Ji Deyong neither cared for Lin Ying nor promised to send her living expenses. Ji Qingyu never heard Lin Ying mention the specifics, and he didn't even know who his father was until he came of age.
The head of the Ji family, with a gentle-looking omega beside him, was greeting guests in impeccable attire. Upon seeing Ji Qingyu, he immediately beckoned him over.
Ji Qingyu's disgust made his stomach churn, so he pretended not to see it and moved to the side.
Ji Deyong's helpless voice drifted to Ji Qingyu's ears, seemingly showing how much he doted on him: "I've spoiled my son rotten."
Ji Qingyu wanted to laugh. She felt that there might be a special gene in the blood of the Ji family, and everyone was a good actor. If Ji Ran could bring such superb acting skills to the screen, then his cameo roles wouldn't have been criticized so much.
Ji Deyong's voice grew louder, "Qingyu, come here and say hello to Dad's friends."
The word "Dad" sent shivers down Ji Qingyu's spine. He felt nauseous and extremely uncomfortable. The embarrassment shot from his toes to the top of his head. Many people were already looking in his direction. Before he could figure out what to do next, a hand grabbed his shoulder, and he crashed into a wide wall.
He looked up and saw Fu Han wearing a bite stopper.
Fu Han didn't look at Ji Qingyu. He gently patted Ji Qingyu's shoulder with his fingers and pulled him into his arms with a bit of force: "It seems that my lateness has angered my father-in-law."
Ji Deyong smiled, his face crinkling with laughter. "Don't mention it. We're all family. On such a joyous day, why are you getting angry?"
Fu Han casually placed the champagne into Ji Qingyu's hand.
He turned to the side, his eyes sweeping over Ji Qingyu. He wrapped his large hand around Ji Qingyu's wrist and affectionately smoothed the hair beside his ear: "Follow me, don't be nervous."
Today he was wearing an embroidered Zhongshan suit. The dragon pattern on the clothes made him look tall and aloof. His serious appearance was so alluring that even Ji Qingyu couldn't resist. His hand was held by Fu Han, and his palm was sweating. When Fu Han saw that he didn't move for a while, he turned around and looked at him again.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Han stood there, yet seemed still very far away from Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu shook her head, banishing the inexplicable thought. She and Fu Han began a series of tedious ceremonies: writing a marriage certificate, drinking sweet wine, and finally picking up embroidered gold scissors to cut off their black hair and intertwine them together.
Fu Han put his black hair into the red brocade pouch and put it on his body, his movements unusually stiff and he seemed to struggle.
Confetti rained down, and the crowd cheered. Ji Qingyu looked into Fu Han's eyes amidst the throng. His eyes remained calm and unwavering, concealing emotions he couldn't decipher.
At the banquet, he and Fu Han saw off one pair of guests after another who came to toast him. He swirled his wine glass to himself, listening to Fu Han's undiminished smiles and pleasantries, and inexplicably recalled some old memories.
Ever since Ji Qingyu was scolded by Fu Han, she has never dared to appear near the storage room again. The group of alphas also had some reservations, thinking that Ji Qingyu had climbed the social ladder by virtue of her pretty face and had gained Fu Han's protection.
Therefore, Ji Qingyu was no longer harassed, and his school life gradually improved.
Mingde is actually very beautiful. The greenery, piano rooms, and even a dedicated art gallery were all invested in by the parents of wealthy students. If you don't take into account the backstabbing and class discrimination among students, it is a very clean and beautiful place.
Ji Qingyu liked to wander alone on campus, jotting down his inspirations in his notebook. The last days of summer were neither too long nor too short, the warm breeze ruffling Ji Qingyu's white shirt. He chewed on his pen cap, leaning against a tree as he continued writing.
Time flies. The school is organizing a cultural performance. The teacher picked out Ji Qingyu from among the students with special talents and asked him to play the piano. "Qingyu, we've paired you with a partner, our honorary top student. You two get along well and rehearse well."
Ji Qingyu never expected that the honorary top student would be him, a man with a long history of misdeeds.
Before his face was visible, the bite stopper on Fu Han's face was the first thing that came into view. He didn't know how long he had been standing in the dark, but he casually walked towards him.
The teacher left, leaving only the two of them on the huge stage, Fu Han's footsteps echoing in the emptiness.
Ji Qingyu's body tensed up. He had always been afraid of Fu Han, a fear that was ingrained in his bones. His legs felt weak, and he sat on the stool, trying his best to straighten his back and look at Fu Han.
Even if you lose the fight, you can't lose your spirit.
Fu Han watched Ji Qingyu's little actions with amusement. He grabbed Ji Qingyu's collar, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his eyes, "Hey classmate, are you seeing a ghost?"
What do you think...?
Ji Qingyu gripped the piano bench tightly. He felt that this person was completely unreasonable, as if he wasn't the one who had scared him that day.
In this person's eyes, fighting and scaring omegas were perfectly normal things. Ji Qingyu looked wary, like a frightened rabbit.
Fu Han held a speech in his hand, stared at Ji Qingyu for two seconds, and then raised his hand to touch Ji Qingyu's face.
Ji Qingyu closed her eyes and shrank back.
Fu Han's hand froze in mid-air. After a moment, he laughed and said mockingly, "You're such a coward."
Ji Qingyu opened his eyes and saw that Fu Han was holding a small leaf in his hand. He felt a little embarrassed; it was probably stuck to the leaf when he was taking a nap in the shade of a tree.
Fu Han tossed the leaf into Ji Qingyu's hand, then turned away, stretched, and commanded, "Let's rehearse."
Fu Han was in charge of reciting the poem, while Ji Qingyu was in charge of accompanying it. After practicing for what felt like the hundredth time, Fu Han rubbed his stiff neck, walked over and kicked Ji Qingyu's chair, startling Ji Qingyu who was still reading the manuscript.
"Huh?" Ji Qingyu didn't understand what Fu Han meant. This person actually took off the bite stopper. His body leaned back imperceptibly, but Fu Han pulled him back.
"I'm hungry, let's go eat. You come with me." Fu Han rested one hand on the piano stand, seemingly bored, and casually pressed a few notes. With his other hand, he blocked Ji Qingyu's way out, preventing him from leaving.
It was a very hot day. Fu Han took off his school uniform jacket and threw it into Ji Qingyu's arms. Only then did Ji Qingyu notice that Fu Han had a tattoo on his body, with a ferocious beast crouching on his shoulder, completely integrated with Fu Han.
"I've never heard that piece you played before?" Fu Han walked towards the food court behind the school. Sitting in this bustling, down-to-earth place, he was like a pristine mural.
Ji Qingyu broke the two pairs of chopsticks apart, folded them in half, swept away the splinters, wiped the small dish with a piece of toilet paper, and poured some chili peppers into it.
“That’s my own composition,” Ji Qingyu said, her voice tinged with anticipation. “What do you think?”
Fu Han looked at Ji Qingyu and suddenly laughed. He picked up a fried dumpling and put it in his mouth, only speaking after swallowing it completely. "It's alright, it could sound even better."
"What, it sounds even better?" Ji Qingyu was a little nervous. He thought of the omega that Fu Han had bitten. He kept thinking about that omega and his mind wandered several times. He didn't dare to look at Fu Han and had no appetite.
Fu Han said, "Don't you think your voice is pretty good?"
"But when I screamed for help, you still told me to shut up..." Ji Qingyu secretly glanced at Fu Han and complained in a very low voice.
Fu Han paused, momentarily speechless, then stared dangerously at Ji Qingyu: "Say it again?"
Ji Qingyu dared not say anything more and quietly buried his head in his food.
Fu Han suddenly pinched Ji Qingyu's face, a smile on his lips, his tone light and airy, and leaned closer, looking down, "Looking at you this way, you're not bad looking at all."
The two were very close. Ji Qingyu folded both hands in front of his chest to block the heat emanating from Fu Han. His ears turned red, and he was a little afraid of Fu Han, so he turned his eyes to the side.
Fu Han looked at Ji Qingyu, whose face was red from his pinching, and whose eyes were also red. He remained silent for a few seconds, and for some reason let him go. Ji Qingyu silently touched her face, feeling a cold pain.
After finishing his meal that day, Fu Han didn't wait for Ji Qingyu. Seeing that the dumplings in front of Ji Qingyu were untouched, he opened his wallet and threw a few hundred yuan at her: "Go buy some yourself."
"No need," Ji Qingyu refused, but Fu Han had already stood up and left without looking back. "If you're not going to buy it, just leave it there."
Ji Qingyu held the few hundred-yuan bills in his hand, stunned for a moment, before realizing that Fu Han was just bored eating alone.
Yes, what is he thinking...?
The few sheets of paper were brand new and clean, but Ji Qingyu felt they were burning hot.
Ji Qingyu folded the money, placed it on the table, and pressed it under the bowl. He couldn't quite describe his feelings. He sat there for a while before standing up, patting off imaginary dust, and calling the owner to settle the bill.
...
"What are you thinking about so intently?" Ji Qingyu's thoughts were pulled back to the dining table, where the atmosphere remained lively.
He turned his head and found Fu Han staring at him, his brows slightly furrowed, an expression somewhere between helplessness and impatience.
Seeing that Ji Qingyu was distracted, Fu Han still put on a show in front of everyone and condescended to serve Ji Qingyu some food. Coincidentally, it was a dumpling.
Ji Qingyu ate the dumpling. Fu Han picked up another one, and this went on for several times. Ji Qingyu tried to stop him, but Fu Han's gaze wasn't even on him; he was just talking to someone else.
Ji Qingyu wanted to tug at Fu Han's sleeve under the table to remind him not to put any more dumplings in his bowl, but then felt that the gesture was too intimate. So he placed his hand lightly beside Fu Han's hand and didn't go any further. In the end, he forced himself to eat all the dozen or so dumplings.
The guest next to her, probably trying to flatter her, praised, "Madam has a good appetite."
"Is that so?" Fu Han seemed genuinely amused. He chuckled, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his laughter. He suddenly reached out from under the table and grabbed Ji Qingyu's hand, squeezing it repeatedly as if playing with it.
Ji Qingyu's ears burned, and she tried several times to pull her hand back, but Fu Han gripped it tighter and tighter until their fingers were intertwined and she couldn't move.
Ji Qingyu lowered his head, unable to eat anymore. He put down his chopsticks, blushing and embarrassed. His palms were covered in cold sweat.
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