Chapter 24. Ji Qingyu fully understands...
Ji Qingyu couldn't understand Fu Han at all.
He's already in this state, why won't Fu Han let go? Divorcing him now is practically cutting his losses. He couldn't understand it, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
Fu Han pressed his fingers on Ji Qingyu's collarbone, looking at the mole on her collarbone.
Fu Han raised his hand and pulled Ji Qingyu's collar up a little to cover the mole.
He said nothing. The two got into the car and drove in silence. Outside, the rain was pouring down, and large raindrops pounded against the glass, creating a damp, misty atmosphere.
Ji Qingyu's tablet hadn't been turned off yet, and it automatically played clips of actors auditioning for a stage play.
"I love you. Even though I know you can never be with me, I can't stop loving you," said the young omega.
The older omega sighed: "There's no future for us. I have a family, and my husband is very powerful. If I'm with you, he won't let us go, and I love him."
Ji Qingyu frantically tried to turn off the tablet, but accidentally pressed the wrong volume button. The passionate words sounded abrupt and jarring in the quiet, almost deathly still night.
Ji Qingyu dared not look to the side; he raised his hand to cover his face, hoping that Fu Han would be temporarily deaf.
"Is this the kind of thing you usually watch?" Fu Han's ears were indeed very sharp; his voice remained flat. "Want to have an affair and elope with someone else?"
Oh my god...
Ji Qingyu leaned against the door, pressing his cheek against the window. The coolness made him feel safer. He didn't make a sound or respond.
"What an immoral relationship! Cheating is cheating, why make it sound so nice?" Fu Han snatched the tablet from Ji Qingyu's hand, carefully looked at the script, and finally turned off the tablet and tossed it aside.
“Ji Qingyu, you’re already married. Don’t even think about taking money from me to support someone else. Cheating during marriage means you’ll be left with nothing. You’ll end up with nothing. Since you’re with me for my money, you should behave yourself and be more obedient.” Fu Han seemed to be imagining something else, and Ji Qingyu turned her face further away, letting out a soft sigh.
"I understand." Ji Qingyu lowered her head to pull at the bandage wrapped around her hand.
The car fell silent again. He looked down at his phone. Lately, he had been receiving abusive private messages on his social media platforms, and even strangers had added him on some social media apps that were supposed to be more private.
He simply turned off all background notifications.
“You have a minor fracture in your hand, so it’s best not to go out in this rainy weather,” Fu Han said. “Otherwise, you’ll only suffer in the end.”
Ji Qingyu reached out and started scratching the inside of the car. If it weren't for the heavy rain, he would have jumped out of the car. The ride was smooth, unlike the last time when Fu Han drove so fast. Ji Qingyu felt a little better and said to Fu Han, "I didn't write this stage play. I was just responsible for the music, so you don't have to worry about me having any other ideas."
Even if I had an idea, I wouldn't tell you so directly.
He turned his head to look at Fu Han. Fu Han's profile looked much more mature than when he was eighteen. Several buttons on his suit were loosely undone, and his tie and coat were long gone. Ji Qingyu looked at Fu Han's profile in the rainy night.
He stared blankly for a while. When they arrived in the courtyard, Fu Han stopped the car, then came over and took his hand.
"What, haven't you had enough of looking the whole way?" Fu Han's gaze fell on Ji Qingyu's glands, and he pressed his hand dangerously a few times, forcing Ji Qingyu to raise her head. "Your injuries are almost healed, aren't they?"
"No, no..." Ji Qingyu immediately realized what Fu Han was trying to do, and he reached out to push Fu Han away. "I still have work to do. If you mark me, I won't be able to go out."
"Oh?" Fu Hanping lowered his gaze calmly, pressed his fingers against Ji Qingyu's neck, and rubbed it with the calluses on his hands.
Ji Qingyu trembled, unable to tell whether the smell of rain in the air was coming from inside or outside the car.
In fact, Ji Qingyu knew that this day wouldn't be far off. Unmarked omegas have very little effect on comforting alphas, and it's almost impossible for married omegas and alphas to not mark each other.
After all, the union of alpha and omega is more like a mutually beneficial transaction, with the alpha providing shelter and the omega offering comfort to the alpha.
The closer Fu Han got, the more his body trembled. Finally, Fu Han stopped and looked down at Ji Qingyu's hand. Ji Qingyu unconsciously held one hand with the other and pressed it against her wound. Her hand was trembling slightly.
Fu Han grasped Ji Qingyu's wrist. "I won't mark you anymore, Ji Qingyu. Let go of my hand first."
When Ji Qingyu let go, the bandage had already come undone, and her wrist was red and swollen again because of the force she had used.
"Do you think I really want to mark you?" Ji Qingyu heard Fu Han's mutterings in the darkness. Ji Qingyu felt a long-lost sadness. He found his teeth tightening and biting down on the flesh in his mouth, which hurt a lot.
In the end, the two parted on bad terms. Fu Han didn't even go into the master bedroom, but slammed the guest room door shut with a loud bang.
Ji Qingyu was alone in his big bed. He felt nauseous and his consciousness seemed to be drifting away. He had been feeling inexplicably depressed lately.
Perhaps going out for a walk or doing some work would help. Looking at the uneven black spots before her, Ji Qingyu thought to herself, and closed her eyes.
He didn't sleep well. In his dream, he was eighteen years old and he was outside the ward. The doctor was informing Ji Qingyu about Lin Ying's condition. At that time, Lin Ying was still conscious.
In the middle and late stages, nerve compression becomes very dangerous, requiring surgery...
The price is 400,000, which is just the initial cost.
"Mom, you'll be fine after the surgery." A huge weight was pressing on Ji Qingyu's heart. He held Lin Ying's hand and forced a smile at her.
He walked into the corridor, hesitated for a long time, and then dialed Fu Han's number.
The phone went dead. The business world in Beijing had changed dramatically. The patriarch of the Fu family had passed away. Fu Han wasn't there that night, and his uncle had seized the initiative. These past few days, the news had been flooded with attacks and insults directed at him.
Ji Qingyu looked at those images. In the photos on her phone, Fu Han was wearing a bite stopper. His profile was cold and unfamiliar, yet he still seemed invincible.
In several short videos, Fu Han faced reporters' interviews, turning his head slightly to the side towards the microphone, his eyes sharp, revealing no inner turmoil whatsoever.
Amid the chaos, a reporter asked: "What is your opinion on the recent suspected power struggle within the Fu family? Your uncle has announced that he will become the new head of the group, and you were absent from the board meeting that day. Will this affect the subsequent succession matters? The old man always had high hopes for you. You have just come of age. Can you really shoulder this heavy responsibility?"
Fu Han laughed, and you could see the contempt and sarcasm in his eyes even through the screen: "Anyone who dares to steal from me, I will make them spit it out double."
There were few people in the hospital corridor. Lin Ying rested, and with trembling hands, he continued to dial Fu Han's number, but the line was busy.
I called more than a dozen times, but the call didn't go through.
Ji Ran walked up to him without him noticing. A thin mist rose in the sky, and Ji Ran placed a small bottle of medicine in front of him.
"Have you thought it through?" Ji Ran asked. "Your mother doesn't have that much time to think it over."
"Drink this, and I'll transfer the money to you right away."
Ji Qingyu turned her head to look at Ji Ran, who was still smiling, looking unhurried, and touched his cheek.
Ji Qingyu felt his whole body stiffen. He took a few steps back and ran out of the building. He made countless calls, but Fu Han was always busy.
Ji Qingyu grew increasingly anxious, and finally fell onto the asphalt road below the hospital. The ground was covered with mud and puddles in the afternoon, and his palms and knees were covered with abrasions. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't muster the strength.
For some reason, a strong, almost unbearable pheromone began to secrete from the back of his neck. The surrounding crowd scattered, and he looked up blankly, meeting the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd. The air was filled with the uncontrollable smell of rain.
Ji Qingyu tried to stand up, stumbling and covering his neck with his hand. He thought to himself that he still needed to find Fu Han and explain things clearly.
"Rusty in broad daylight, right in the middle of the street, with so many alphas around, don't you have any common sense?" A roar erupted from the crowd, the sharp and piercing voice buzzing in Ji Qingyu's ears.
He blinked and stood there, stunned.
He felt the oppressive gazes of the surrounding crowd. He stood up, clutched the back of his neck, and tried to apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."
He wasn't used to using the suppressor patch; it felt like a thick, sticky cloth covered in glue. He wasn't sensitive to pheromones, and he thought he could continue like this forever.
The phone rang, and he looked at it hopefully. It was Ji Ran. His eyes dimmed slightly, and the person next to him shoved him, saying, "Get away from here! Our alpha is about to go into his sensitive period. What if he goes berserk? What will happen to the others? Can you take responsibility?"
"I'm sorry." Ji Qingyu hung up the phone and ran back to the hospital to buy suppression patches. The doctor frowned, looking at him with some doubt. "Young man, where is your alpha? The concentration of pheromones on your body is too high. Were you just marked?"
Ji Qingyu's hands were twisted together: "I didn't know it would be this serious..."
People in the hospital were rushing around. He put the patch on the back of his neck, and an unbearable soreness and pain spread along the glands.
The doctor brought cotton swabs and tweezers to clean Ji Qingyu's wound. Ji Qingyu sat on a wooden stool, his clothes soaked with sweat. Countless thoughts were churning in his mind. He had always been under Lin Ying's protection and never knew that he would have such a hard time without money.
It was as if the unreal cocoon sculpted by Lin Ying had been burned open by a lighter. The smell of burning wafted out, and as he gasped for breath, he raised his head only to find that he was about to be burned to death.
“Child, don’t worry.” The doctor frowned. “Listen to me, this is normal when you are first marked. Go to your alpha and ask him for pheromones. Omega pheromones fluctuate a lot in the first few days after being marked, which can make you emotionally unstable. It will get better after a few days.”
Will it be alright?
"It will be alright."
"Consider these patches and inhibitors a gift from me. Don't cry, child. Everything will pass. Listen to me, okay?" The doctor, a middle-aged omega with fine lines around his eyes, held Ji Qingyu's hand tightly.
Ji Qingyu's senses were still clouded, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead. He was disoriented, anxious, and flustered. He thought he would go find Fu Han, find him, and have a good talk with him. Although Fu Han looked fierce, he would definitely listen to him.
He was going to see him. Ji Qingyu picked up the phone again and tried to dial that familiar number, but this time, he heard an unfamiliar voice prompt.
The number on the other end is no longer in service.
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