Chapter 53 A sore throat can be cured, Ji…
Ji Qingyu hadn't considered that his throat could be treated. Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, he got up, cleared his throat, and tried humming a few times.
His hoarse voice seemed to have lost its function, uncontrollably emitting unpleasant sounds. He touched his throat, then lay back down in bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, and didn't sleep well all night.
He always felt he should be content; he could write songs, people liked them, and now he had children. He no longer had to live a life of barely making ends meet and scraping together scraps. But why was he now more fragile and sentimental than before?
She used to have no demands on Fu Han, but now she's always finding fault with him and remembering all his shortcomings. Isn't she being too willful?
Ji Qingyu didn't understand why he didn't have so many demands on others, and could always easily forgive others' shortcomings, but always broke down Fu Han's faults into small pieces.
Ji Qingyu got up in the middle of the night, opened the photo album that had been gathering dust in the cabinet, and looked through the photos of Fu Han and him. It was already dawn. He looked out of the bedroom window and saw an expensive car that seemed out of place with the surrounding drab streets, parked quietly on the side of the road.
A thin layer of snow, too heavy, had fallen from the holly tree. A hand brushed past the red berries, revealing a cold, indifferent face through the gaps in the tree.
Fu Han, tall and slender, was wearing a trench coat and carrying several bags. Behind him stood two people, each carrying heavy bags of daily necessities.
Ji Qingyu carefully examined the packaging bags and found that they were all brands he recognized, which was quite remarkable, as Ji Qingyu didn't recognize many brands in total.
Fu Han frowned and instructed two people to carry the things upstairs. Ji Qingyu realized something and quickly jumped down from the small balcony by the window, put on a down jacket, and just as she reached the door, she heard footsteps.
Ji Qingyu sat in front of the door, listening to the people outside say, "Alright, just leave it here. You all brought the documents, right? He probably hasn't woken up yet, so just wait here."
"When are we going to wait, Mr. Fu? It's quite cold here," one of them said.
"Then go back by yourself." Fu Han's voice was cold, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground, as if someone had sat on the stone steps outside the corridor.
Ji Qingyu hurriedly opened the door and saw Fu Han's face, the lawyer who was holding documents and about to turn and leave, and the doctor Lin Shui who was standing there holding a bag of daily necessities.
"Please come in, please come in." Ji Qingyu smiled awkwardly and let the three of them in. The daily necessities were piled up in the living room, almost filling half of it. Fu Han frowned and looked at Ji Qingyu's ankles. Only then did Ji Qingyu realize that he had forgotten to wear cotton socks.
Fu Han walked into Ji Qingyu's bedroom with practiced ease and found Ji Qingyu's cotton socks on the bedside table. The next second, Ji Qingyu's foot was lifted up, and he awkwardly and reflexively kicked Fu Han in the side of the face. Fu Han turned his face to the side, paused for a moment, and then continued to pull the socks up to his ankles.
Just this one action made Ji Qingyu blush. There were people watching nearby. What was she doing? Fu Han may be shameless, but she still had some self-respect.
"Well, you've worked hard. What do you want to talk about? Let's finish quickly so we don't take up too much of your time," Ji Qingyu said with a smile, somewhat embarrassed.
"No rush, eat first. I made it, try it and see if it suits your taste." Fu Han took out the lunchbox and placed the chopsticks in front of Ji Qingyu.
Fu Han seemed to realize that arguing wouldn't work, so he started to take a more gentle approach. Ji Qingyu looked down at the familiar box in front of her, opened it, and saw that there was nothing she didn't know. This was to tell her that Fu Han had made all those lunch boxes from high school.
He paused, looking at Fu Han with some surprise, wanting to ask something, but couldn't bring himself to ask anything. In the end, he just silently ate all the udon noodles and the heart-shaped omelet rice, leaving not a single bite.
Lin Shui sat down on one side of the sofa. He wasn't afraid of Fu Han and even had the mind to joke with Ji Qingyu. He teased her, "Long time no see! You're a big celebrity now, a big shot!"
"It's certainly quite a spectacle," Ji Qingyu said quietly. "Do you want an autograph?"
Lin Shui smiled and actually had Ji Qingyu sign a card for him. He then took the iPad and said, "Let me tell you, your voice was damaged by medication. The damage was indeed irreversible. However, because your glands have recovered and your hormone levels have returned to normal, plus with new medication treatment, it might really be able to restore your voice."
"How much can it be restored to?" Ji Qingyu asked.
"It's the same as it was before, and it's the same now," Lin Shui said confidently.
Ji Qingyu opened her eyes wide and asked incredulously, "Really? But I always thought it was impossible to recover."
“Anything is possible. Maybe someone is secretly protecting you,” Lin Shui said. “Madam, life isn’t all bad. You have to believe that good things will happen too.”
Ji Qingyu listened to Lin Shui's detailed explanation in a daze, still somewhat disoriented. Lin Shui then discussed the detailed treatment plan with him, explaining that his throat should be almost fully recovered in less than three months. Lin Shui patted Ji Qingyu's shoulder, smiled at him, and then stood up and left.
His lawyer was waiting for him afterward.
The lawyer presented him with the share transfer agreement, but Ji Qingyu refused. The astronomical figure was dazzling, and he felt that if he really accepted these shares, he would no longer be able to act with composure in front of Fu Han. He even considered giving Fu Han a share of the royalties from his song copyrights to repay the huge surgery fees Fu Han had paid for him.
The lawyer seemed to want to advise Ji Qingyu: "Madam, actually, after you got married, you already owned half of Mr. Fu's property. Your prenuptial agreement didn't specify the property ratio; this portion of the shares was a separate gift from Mr. Fu. In other words, even if your relationship changes in the future..."
“There will be no changes.” Fu Han slammed down the cup in his hand with great force, interrupting the lawyer. The lawyer was even more surprised; the atmosphere between the two was completely different from what he had expected.
Such a large share gift, such a huge windfall, would normally make an omega either grateful or rush to say nice things, wishing they could elevate the alpha to the heavens. Who would push it away like Ji Qingyu? He was afraid that Ji Qingyu would regret it later, and wanted to say something more, but he saw Ji Qingyu look at Fu Han with disapproval and speak in a soft tone.
“This cup is very expensive. If you break it, what am I going to drink water from?” Ji Qingyu frowned.
The lawyer's words caught in his throat, and he almost choked. No, is this right?
What's there to say about a cup?
The lawyer recalled that when he was dealing with Fu Han, this alpha at the top of the food chain had almost all the quirks of the privileged class: picky, arrogant, autocratic, and extremely unreasonable.
He had already anticipated that Fu Han would be angry and was about to speak up to persuade him when he heard a familiar voice say, sounding a little aggrieved, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time."
"There won't be a next time," Ji Qingyu said slowly.
"I'll buy you a few more, you can play with them." Fu Han reached for Ji Qingyu's hand, but was pushed away.
"Why would I break a cup for no reason?" Ji Qingyu didn't respond.
"Then can you take the shares?" Fu Han hesitated for a moment before asking again.
"I don't need that much money," Ji Qingyu said helplessly.
"Then don't give me the copyright. Can you owe me something? Stop pushing me away all the time." Fu Han said this quickly and in a low voice, sounding very aggrieved, as if he were making an accusation.
The lawyer, sandwiched between the two, found his tea exceptionally bitter. The omega, sitting on the side of the sofa, finally realized what was happening and gave a gentle, slightly apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I hope you don't find this amusing."
"Why do you care about him? Can't you smile at me a little more?" Fu Han's tone turned harsh.
"Fu Han, you should respect others even if you've given them money."
“Where did I disrespect him? That’s just how I talk,” Fu Han replied.
"So, if you don't like me anymore one day, will you treat me like this too?"
Fu Han paused, choked up, and then looked at Ji Qingyu in disbelief. Ji Qingyu, however, did not look at him but looked down at the wooden floor.
"Me? You mean me? How could I not like you? Who doesn't like whom right now?" Fu Han's voice rose again. The somewhat thin man frowned and said softly, "Could you please not speak so loudly?"
Fu Han lay back on the sofa, feeling utterly wronged, and muttered, "It's all my fault anyway. They won't come back with me, won't let me mark them, and won't take my money. If they don't want my money, does that mean they don't want my love either? Why don't they want me..."
"I've already told you my mind is a mess, can you please stop pressuring me?" The omega sighed softly again.
The lawyer now genuinely wishes he didn't exist; he's unsure whether he's making a stock transfer or fighting a divorce.
After further negotiations, Ji Qingyu still decided not to accept the huge sum of money. Besides Fu Han's reasons, the more important reason was that he did not want to have any further dealings with the Ji family.
After failing to reach an agreement with Fu Han, Ji Deyong packed his things and disappeared. The Ji family's cash flow dried up, shareholders fled, and Fu Han bought the property at a low price.
He even forced the staff of the Ji family hotel to reveal the deleted surveillance footage from back then. In addition, there were multiple hotel check-in records of Ji Ran and Fu Yunsheng, which Fu Han posted online. The discussion among netizens was intense, and the posts were automatically pushed to Ji Qingyu as soon as she opened her phone. Ji Qingyu was extremely annoyed and did not want her hard-won peace to be broken again.
"No, this is such a tacky May-December romance."
"Fu Yunsheng and Ji Ran?? They actually have this kind of relationship?"
"I thought his past was beyond repair, but I didn't expect his taste to be so low as well. Is he so insecure that he would date this penniless old man?!"
"Plagiarism, materialism, and low aesthetic and moral character... Why would anyone like him?"
"Who likes him? Don't they all just like his songs?"
Ji Qingyu felt a headache coming on when he thought of those words. He said that his mind was made up and firmly saw the guest off. Fu Han huddled on one side of the sofa and refused to leave, so only the lawyer said goodbye while wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Ji Qingyu repeated several times to tell the alpha to leave, but the alpha turned his head away as if he were deaf, ignoring Ji Qingyu. So Ji Qingyu took a couple of breaths, glared at Fu Han helplessly, and then ignored him.
He returned to his bedroom, left the door ajar, turned on his phone and dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, he couldn't help but let out a smile, and said with a long-lost excitement, "Uncle Luo, do you still want to perform on stage again? I'm putting on a new stage play, and I'll be the lead planner. How about you be the male lead? Also, I might... be able to sing again. I want to try singing a couple of songs. What do you think?"
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