Chapter 52. After Ji Qingyu finished speaking about herself...
Ji Qingyu was stunned after speaking. He and Fu Han exchanged several glances. Fu Han finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly asked, "Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"
"Anything is fine, I like them all." Ji Qingyu smiled, turned her head, and looked at the pedestrians in the distance. Everyone in the hospital was walking briskly.
"What should we name her?" Fu asked softly, seemingly very interested in the topic.
“A name.” Ji Qingyu thought for a moment, but couldn’t come up with anything. Fu Han also frowned and fell into deep thought, his hand still on the back of Ji Qingyu’s hand, when he suddenly heard Ji Qingyu’s voice.
"Let's not talk about that for now. I won't be going back to stay there for a while." Ji Qingyu looked at him calmly, seemingly no different from the other days, even with a smile on her lips. "I'm all better now, so I shouldn't be troubling you too much in the future."
He sat there, quietly watching Fu Han, and uttered such heartless words. Fu Han didn't react for a moment, and it took him a long time to finally exhale: "What did you say?"
"I said, I'm not going back to live here." Ji Qingyu blinked and repeated herself, her lips drooping, her expression blank, seemingly unconcerned that Fu Han would be hurt by her words.
“Not that sentence,” Fu Han said.
"Oh." Ji Qingyu paused, his eyes falling on Ji Qingyu, yet seemingly unfocused. "I said I wouldn't trouble you, you've been too tired lately, and I'm all better now, is that what you meant?"
"Why? Don't you bother me? Please bother me more!" Fu Han said anxiously. "Why won't you bother me?"
Ji Qingyu didn't answer. The car pulled up, so Ji Qingyu thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, could you please give me a ride again?"
The driver got out and opened the door. A three-box minivan had driven in. In the spacious back seat, there were Ji Qingyu's favorite fruits, a large bouquet of flowers, and a thick cashmere blanket.
Fu Han frowned and said softly, "Can you tell me why?"
“I don’t know either, I just don’t really want to go back. Let’s give each other some time.” Ji Qingyu got up from her wheelchair, walked over, and slowly sat in the back seat of the car.
A damp atmosphere enveloped the entire car, dark and gloomy, with cold air rushing in; winter really could be this cold. Fu Han stood there stunned for a few seconds before getting into the car.
"Could you drop me off in the east of the city, near the fish market?" Ji Qingyu buried her face in her scarf.
Fu Han's face turned from blue to purple several times before finally settling down. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent and told the driver to start the car.
Halfway there, Fu Han handed over a document: "This is the Ji family's compensation. The shares and the money will be transferred to you."
Fu Han made Ji Deyong suffer greatly, bringing him to the brink of bankruptcy. When he got ruthless, he showed no mercy whatsoever. He even took advantage of the Ji family's misfortune to plunder a significant portion of their assets.
"You will also receive all the profits from Ji Ran's songs over the years." Fu Han's voice was a little hoarse.
“I bought a lot of flowers for the house, things you like to eat, and oh right, musical instruments. I renovated the music room. Also, you haven’t been to that music room yet, remember? It’s next to the company. I told you about it. If you want, we can go take a look now.” Fu Han said a string of words, speaking quickly and urgently.
He received no response. Ji Qingyu kept looking out the window, so Fu Han lowered his head and muttered to himself, "I thought you let me see the child and your mother because you had forgiven me."
Ji Qingyu didn't reply; the scenery outside the window rushed by.
"Also, there might be a way to treat your throat. The doctor and I talked about it. They recently discovered a new herb, which, coincidentally, was found in the area east of the city. I was planning to give you a surprise when we got home."
Ji Qingyu seemed not to be listening. He looked out the window at the scenery rushing by. The car drove through the bustling commercial street, pedestrians hurried by, carrying exquisite designer bags, men in suits and ties, people holding coffee in their hands, all looking busy.
Then the vehicle continued on, passing well-equipped glass buildings, huge billboards displaying celebrities meticulously groomed down to the last hair, and a temple surrounding a prime piece of land in the city center, where smoke from a huge incense burner billowed upwards. There were even more people here, their heads bowed in devout worship.
As the car rounded the corner, students wearing MP3 players and white wired headphones chatted in twos and threes near the school. Their uniforms were nice, and their hair, straight or curly, fell loosely over their shoulders.
It was Mingde High School! Ji Qingyu stared at the high school students, somewhat lost in thought, as the car sped past.
"Are you listening?" Fu Han said. "You live in a place where everything is inconvenient. Can I come to see you? I won't bother you."
"You'd only be bothering me if you went," Ji Qingyu smiled. "Let me rest a bit."
“Your house doesn’t even have an elevator, so you have to go up and down stairs. It’s so inconvenient,” Fu Han continued.
“It’s okay,” Ji Qingyu said softly. “My mother gave birth to me there too.”
Fu Han lowered his eyes, but his hand was still holding Ji Qingyu's hand tightly. Ji Qingyu let him hold it. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just didn't want to go back to the villa.
"Ji Qingyu, aren't you the most soft-hearted? How come you're so cruel to me?" Fu Han pursed his lips and complained softly, "I've already done so much for you, from the surgery to the lawsuit, and you just use me and then throw me away?"
"Hmm." Ji Qingyu's gaze remained unchanged, even somewhat indifferent. He said calmly, "I'm just that petty. Fu Han, do you think I'm your toy doll? That you can win me back just by spending money and effort?"
“The child just kicked you, and who knows what might happen next? You’re home alone, what if something happens? At least set my emergency contact number as yours, or allow me to cook for you every day and come over to check on you.” Fu Han quieted down, his breathing becoming labored. After a long while, he started arguing again. His tone was low, and his expression was obscured by the dim light, making it impossible for Ji Qingyu to see clearly.
“There are still subsequent transfer procedures, and the lawyer needs to contact you. We are not divorced yet, and I need to know about these things,” Fu Han said. “If you don’t think about yourself, you should think about the child.”
“I…” Ji Qingyu paused, “But I’ve always lived like this before, you don’t need to keep threatening me with the child.”
"How am I threatening you? I'm contributing money and effort, do you think this counts as threatening you?" Fu Han's tone became more urgent, and his voice rose a bit. "Why do you always misunderstand me?"
Ji Qingyu moved further away, stopped talking, frowned, and looked out the window.
The driver drove smoothly, and before we knew it, we had entered the old neighborhood. The roads were old, the bricks paving the sidewalks were full of potholes, the streets were crowded and narrow, and the facades of the buildings were covered with traces of rust and water.
Outside the fish market, pedestrians pushed bicycles, the alleyways were crowded, and the streets and alleys were full of local flavor. It was right next to a restaurant, and the sky was half dark, with crowds bustling about.
Ji Qingyu got out of the car and slowly walked into the alley, supporting herself against the wall.
Fu Han rushed over in one stride, carefully protecting him, then frowned and held his arm, instructing the driver standing to the side to run to a stall to buy dinner, which he then carried in his hand and followed along.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he picked up Ji Qingyu and carried her upstairs.
The size difference between him and Ji Qingyu was too great, and their strength was also vastly different. Ji Qingyu couldn't resist, so she just leaned on Fu Han's shoulder and let him do whatever he wanted.
After carrying him for a few steps, Fu Han spoke again, his voice muffled and coming from his chest. Ji Qingyu could feel her body trembling as he spoke, "Ji Qingyu, you told me to wait, how long do I have to wait?"
"Don't wait any longer, I don't know either." Ji Qingyu was put down, and he looked at Fu Han by the door. "Go back now, there's nothing else I need you to do. Thank you for your help during this time."
Fu Han's expression stiffened even more. He tried to put on a stern face, but forced himself to smile. Afraid that Ji Qingyu would close the door, he gripped the doorframe tightly and finally said only, "Don't thank me."
"Oh." Ji Qingyu nodded. "I still have to say, you spent a lot of money and effort, and I remember it all."
Fu Han's face darkened further, and he finally couldn't maintain his composure. He said in a very low voice, "Then I'll come see you again tomorrow."
"You, you remember to eat well," he handed over the small wontons on his phone. Seeing Ji Qingyu take it and nod, he was about to close the door without any hesitation. Fu Han hurriedly added, "I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow."
"Let go. Have you forgotten how you hurt your hand last time? How long did it take for the bruise to fade?" Ji Qingyu's voice was still gentle. She added, "I know that was nothing to you, but I'll feel bad about it. Don't do it again."
He closed the door, shutting out all the noise, but pressed himself against it. He heard the person outside scratching the door a few times, and then there was no more sound.
The old residential building wasn't very soundproof, so Ji Qingyu would have heard Fu Han leave. But he heard nothing. So he didn't dare move inside the door and waited for a while. Finally, he heard some noises outside the door. Ji Qingyu thought Fu Han had finally left and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he listened carefully, he realized something was wrong. It sounded like soft sobbing.
His heart tightened. He stood up, no longer pressed against the door, and went inside, closing the bedroom door behind him. A click sounded, and then the world fell silent.
That night, Ji Qingyu didn't dare go out to check. He was afraid that if he went out, he would find Fu Han still standing at the door. What should he do then? Should he let Fu Han in again? He always couldn't help but soften his heart towards Fu Han, but every time he gave in, he felt uneasy, as if he were walking towards the edge of a cliff again, about to fall.
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