Chapter 6 After the banquet, the guests all left...
After the banquet, the guests all left.
As night deepened, Fu Han leaned against a massive marble pillar in the banquet hall, arms crossed and legs bent. A slight evening breeze blew in, carrying with it the oppressive heat.
The wind ruffled his hair, and he looked like a night-blooming cereus standing in the night, with a few strands of hair falling on his forehead and his eyes slightly red from the alcohol.
Seemingly sensing someone's presence, his gaze shifted to Ji Qingyu, lingered for a few seconds, and then, without warning, pulled Ji Qingyu over.
Downstairs, a famous singer performed a tender and poignant tune, while fireworks glittered in the night sky, and neon lights created a beautiful scene.
Ji Qingyu thought that if two people who truly love each other could get married here, their hearts would probably be filled with happiness. It's just a pity that there is only estrangement and pretense between him and Fu Han.
It's a pity that such a carefully arranged setup was wasted.
Fu Han lowered his head to look at him, his fingertips, cool as they touched Ji Qingyu's forehead, eyelids, then lips, and finally the back of his neck.
Ji Qingyu felt a little aroused by his touch. His cheongsam was a bit thin, and he could feel the heat from his fingertips even through the clothes. Ji Qingyu leaned back, trying to get away, but Fu Han's hand blocked his back, and he couldn't escape no matter what.
"It's too close," Ji Qingyu thought, her head spinning.
This person knows exactly how to provoke trouble. He always seems to be in control, while the other is always trembling with fear and panic, constantly being teased and left in a state of turmoil.
Most of the guests had already left, but a few people were still chatting at the entrance. Fortunately, they were in a secluded spot and no one noticed them.
"Did the surgery go smoothly?" Fu Han's voice was a little hoarse as he abruptly asked this question.
"Successfully." Ji Qingyu was taken aback, not expecting Fu Han to bring this up. He was no longer in much pain and could even sense the pheromones of other alphas.
Fu Han's eyes seemed to hold an indescribable regret. He lowered his head, folded down the cheongsam, revealing Ji Qingyu's slender neck and the white gauze covering her glands. There was no blood on it. He lifted a corner to take a look.
"You're really lucky," Fu Han said cryptically, his hand gently stroking the red edges of the wound, the still-healing glands being particularly sensitive.
Ji Qingyu felt a burning sensation on the back of his neck, and his whole body felt hot. Fu Han tightened his grip on his waist, and Ji Qingyu struggled to push him away, saying, "...You can find someone else to help in the emergency."
The hand froze, and then a sarcastic laugh came from above Ji Qingyu's head. The next second, he slammed into Fu Han, his entire upper body pressed against him, the force making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
If there weren't other people in the banquet hall, he would have thought Fu Han was going to strangle him, so that he wouldn't have to keep such a lowly omega by his side.
"Why would I mark someone else?" Fu Han's words suddenly turned sharp, even somewhat annoyed. "I'm not you."
“Removing the mark isn’t difficult, but human glands are fragile. Once it’s done, it’s very difficult to remove the mark a second time.” Fu Han’s hand gripped Ji Qingyu’s waist tightly. He spoke coldly, almost threateningly, “Unless you want to die.”
Ji Qingyu hissed in pain, not understanding Fu Han's words. He wouldn't even mark her a second time, so how could he possibly erase her a second time?
He resisted Fu Han somewhat, trying to push him away with both hands, but he couldn't budge him no matter how hard he tried. So he could only pat Fu Han's chest with difficulty to remind him to put on the anti-bite device. The scent of plum blossoms on Fu Han was so strong that Ji Qingyu's legs went weak.
Fu Han maintained this posture for a while, then sneered. His eyes were so stern and cold that Ji Qingyu couldn't help but feel a chill. Fu Han bit his ear and said in a seemingly intimate way, "Don't worry, put away your little schemes. I won't let you succeed in those despicable tricks a second time."
Ji Qingyu froze. He didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the banquet hall. Ji Ran had been politely and quietly staying beside Ji Deyong, giving Ji Qingyu an ambiguous smile. The last guest had also left.
As the fireworks faded and the singing ceased, the tranquility and solitude of the late night enveloped the villa halfway up the mountain.
Fu Han shook him off and disappeared, leaving him alone to return to the bedroom.
It's like he's saying who would want to do that kind of thing with him a second time.
Ji Qingyu wanted to laugh. Countless emotions were colliding. After wearing the cheongsam all day, she could finally take it off. Fu Han had a huge dressing room, which was bigger than his cramped rented room combined.
After taking off his clothes, he dragged his heavy body to the bathroom and hastily washed his face with facial cleanser. Afraid that he hadn't removed his makeup completely, he washed it again. Then he covered the back of his neck and took a shower. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that Fu Han had arrived at some point and was already lying down with a mouth gag on.
Ji Qingyu stared at the back of his head for a long time. Moonlight cast some silvery fragments in the room. His hair was half wet and half dry, and he was wearing only a thin shirt. He moved very lightly, like a small animal, and curled up next to Fu Han on the bed. He found a position as far away from the other person as possible and closed his eyes.
In his dream, he vaguely realized that there was a wall behind him, and he was being embraced by something warm, his back and lower abdomen burning hot.
He whispered, "Thirsty..."
The heat disappeared, then something touched his forehead, and soon after he drank some water, finally moistening his long-parched throat.
The wall seemed to be complaining softly, but the sound was muffled by the paper, and he couldn't hear it clearly. It sounded like it was raining inside.
He instinctively sought a warmer source of heat, huddled up like an animal, and curled up into a ball. He had a long dream, a dream of the Siberian ice fields, the distant North Star, and the morning star gliding down like a shimmering comet's tail across the sky.
When he woke up, there was a glass of water on the bedside table. Fu Han was no longer there. Ji Qingyu sat on the bed to wake himself up. He was still half asleep when he woke up. The house was very empty. He walked around and found that Fu Han's house actually had a large room with a piano, guitar, bass, and a complete set of audio equipment and professional equipment.
The room was well-lit, and Ji Qingyu had wished countless times that she could have such a place where she could lie down for a while or spend an afternoon writing songs in silence.
The equipment looked brand new, and Ji Qingyu couldn't resist asking Wang Sao and Fu Han what the equipment was for and if he could use it.
Aunt Wang has been taking care of Fu Han for many years. She manages all the big and small matters in this villa, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her Fu Han's wet nurse.
"Mr. Fu instructed that you can do whatever you want while he's away," said Mrs. Wang politely. "Would you like some dessert, Madam?"
"No need, thank you, Sister Wang." Ji Qingyu was about to go over and try out the equipment when there was a knock at the door.
"Strange... Mr. Fu clearly said he went to the company and would be busy until very late. Did he forget something?" Aunt Wang went to open the door, but the person standing outside was not Fu Han.
He was a very handsome middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a cool and noble demeanor. When Wang Sao called him "Master," Ji Qingyu realized that this was Fu Han's father, who had not appeared at the wedding from beginning to end.
Ji Qingyu had heard of Fu Yunbai. He was a career-oriented alpha, ambitious and energetic. The alphas in the Fu family never seemed to treat each other as family, and malicious struggles and backstabbing were common. As the former head of the family who stood out in the previous competition, Fu Yunbai had an even stronger aura of authority than Fu Han.
A few years ago, the Fu family experienced a power shift. On the night the old patriarch passed away, something unexpected happened, and Fu Han was unable to attend, allowing his uncle to gain the upper hand. Fu Yunbai suffered a devastating blow that night, and it took him several years to regain control of the family business.
"Sister Wang, you can go now. Come with me." Fu Yunbai had a few strands of white hair at his temples. He didn't look at Ji Qingyu and walked straight to the living room.
Ji Qingyu had no choice but to follow. He brewed two cups of tea, placing one in front of Fu Yunbai.
"Hello, you're looking for me... what can I do for you?"
Fu Yunbo ignored the cup of tea, looked up and sized up Ji Qingyu, his gaze filled with scrutiny, and finally commented, "She's alright looking, but too weak. She looks like she's not in good health."
Ji Qingyu thought to herself that he was not weak either; his physique was comparable to that of a beta, but he was a little weak after the surgery.
Fu Yunbo said casually, "It's one thing for him not to listen to me normally, and it's a good thing that he's grown up and has his own ideas, but I didn't expect him to be so independent that he would dare to go against me on such an important matter as his life."
Yes, Ji Qingyu thought to herself, Fu Han was willing to ruin her own marriage to get revenge on him, how could her determination not be firm?
"Do you know how much pressure the Fu family had to withstand to make someone like you their daughter-in-law?" Fu Yunbai held the tea under his nose, his eyebrows furrowed, and poured the tea into the Sijiqing teapot next to him. "It's one thing to be an illegitimate child, but you were even marked by someone. How could someone like you even enter the Fu family?"
Fu Yunbai's tone and manner of speaking were exactly the same as Fu Han's. He was even more ruthless than Fu Han. The two were seven parts alike. Ji Qingyu gripped the teacup in her hand, her fingertips burning.
"If you have any self-awareness, you should stay at home and focus on serious matters, such as having a child with Fu Han." Fu Yunbai finally brought out the key point. His coldness and arrogance had accumulated over the years, and he didn't take anyone like Ji Qingyu seriously. Perhaps for him, the only and greatest significance of Ji Qingyu was her fertility.
After Fu Rushuang finished speaking, he stood up to leave, but Ji Qingyu spoke up behind him, "Uncle."
"..." Fu Rushuang turned around and glanced at Ji Qingyu.
"Fu Han and I will not have children."
He sat there, his hair loose and falling smoothly over his shoulders. His well-proportioned and beautiful body blocked half of the sunlight from the window. He didn't seem to feel any sadness because of Fu Yunbai's sarcasm, and even his rebuttal was light and indifferent.
Fu Yunbo seemed to be looking at him properly for the first time, and this time it lasted longer than before. After a long while, he uttered a sentence: "You are very good."
"You seem to think that an omega who has been marked can control himself?" Fu Yunbo seemed to be very experienced in this matter. The water vapor on the window slid down and lingered, damply enveloping the surroundings. "At that time, I'm afraid you will be begging Fu Han. I'm looking forward to seeing if you can still be so calm."
He wanted to say something more, but the door opened again at that moment.
The man walked hurriedly, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were fixed on Fu Yunbai, not as if he were looking at his father, but as if he were looking at some irreconcilable enemy. "You didn't come to my wedding, but you have time to come here the next day to interrogate me?"
"Who let you come back for such an important meeting today?" Fu Yunbai's face turned completely cold. The two alphas were at loggerheads, almost tearing each other apart.
"My business with him is none of your concern, you have no right to interfere." Fu Han's tone was icy, like a sharp knife cutting into the other person's face.
Fu Yunbai looked at the two of them, his expression shifting between light and dark. "Very well, you're getting better and better now, you won't even listen to what I say."
"Your words? What words of yours? Are you even happy with your own family? What right do you have to interfere in my affairs?"
Fu Yunbo paused, wanting to say something but unable to speak. The door was slammed shut by Fu Han, making a loud bang.
Fu Han exhaled, his eyes fierce, and his aggressive pheromones spread like smoke, enveloping the surroundings. He stepped into the study and said to Ji Qingyu, who was as quiet as a chicken, "You too, can't you even stay put? Can you stop causing me trouble?"
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