Chapter 28 Ji Qingyu was separated by more than ten...
Ji Qingyu met Fu Han's gaze from a distance of more than ten meters. Fu Han's eyes remained as nonchalant and casual as ever, as if nothing could move him.
Ma Yu stood up and stood protectively in front of Ji Qingyu.
Fu Han laughed dangerously: "I say, this uninvited guest, you seem to be in my home now, with my people standing behind you."
He walked over unhurriedly, hands in his pockets, glanced at Ji Qingyu, and said calmly, "Come here."
Ji Qingyu was stiff all over as he slowly walked over.
Several more people walked in from behind; they were the lawyers who had previously represented Ji Qingyu in her case.
Fu Han didn't say anything, but circled Ji Qingyu's hair with his hand, tucking the stray strands behind her ears.
Ji Qingyu felt as if a snake was coiled around his neck. His back went cold and his body stiffened, yet the snake remained elegant and affectionate.
Ji Qingyu's mind went blank; all she could think about was what Ma Yu had just said—had Fu Han gone to see him?
He remembers a particularly difficult period when he was in a daze, barely holding on to his breath each day.
On the day he returned to school, he didn't see Fu Han. He stumbled home and knocked over a trash can on the side of the road, leaving a large bruise on his arm. He didn't feel anything, but a stray cat jumped up and nudged his hand next to him.
Ji Qingyu couldn't move, his whole body was paralyzed, so he simply closed his eyes. Rainwater streamed down his face, and his Adam's apple bobbed. The kitten snuggled close to his side, and he raised his hand to place his coat on the kitten's head.
A gardenia blossom knocked down a bit of mud, which landed beside him. A figure ran towards him from afar, shouting, "Xiaoyu! Are you crazy?!"
Ma Yu picked him up and helped him run home. A figure flashed past him, but he couldn't see it clearly. He didn't know how much time had passed, and dust was rising and falling in the air.
He heard Ma Yu's voice downstairs telling someone to leave, but his ears were fogged up and he couldn't hear anything. The rain got heavier and heavier that day, and the endless downpour with thunder lasted all night. Sharp arguments exploded in his ears, but he didn't want to listen, so he covered his ears and curled up in bed.
So Fu Han came looking for him before?
Ji Qingyu stood motionless, his eyes wide open, Fu Han's hand around his shoulder, still carrying the familiar scent of green plums. Ma Yu was forcibly asked to leave, and Ji Qingyu gave him an apologetic smile.
The lawyer walked in. A statement had already been issued online. Fu's Weibo announcement released the details of the incident and the handling method, and it quickly became a trending topic on Weibo. Ji Ran's side has not yet responded.
“Mr. Ji, you can’t compromise on this matter any further. We have sufficient evidence, so why should we compromise?” The lawyer pleaded earnestly. Ji Qingyu lowered his head. Ji Ran still hadn’t contacted him. Fu Han leaned against the side, listening casually.
Ji Qingyu suddenly felt a strong urge to have an open and honest conversation with Fu Han about everything. If Fu Han hadn't been so heartless back then, if he could still hold onto some old feelings, would there still be room for reconciliation between them?
He still remembers the shape of the bruise on his forearm when he was eighteen, just like the relationship between them, which was riddled with too many inexplicable mistakes.
He didn't speak, but listened to the lawyer's long-winded explanation before finally signing the power of attorney.
After the lawyer left, Ji Qingyu grabbed Fu Han's hand: "Fu Han..."
Fu Han turned around, glanced at him, and looked down at him.
"You..." Did you come to see me back then? Did you also want to talk to me? "Back then..."
"I was a fool back then, completely fooled by you. Now that you've brought him home, all I can do is ask him to leave. I wish I could punch a hole in his head. And now you want to talk to me about the past? Back then, you were all lovey-dovey with that lowly alpha while you were having an ambiguous relationship with me?" Fu Han slowly leaned down, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Dare you bring up the past again?"
Ji Qingyu was like a criminal with a criminal record, sentenced to death unilaterally in Fu Han's heart. The little courage he had just gathered was shattered, leaving nothing behind.
Okay, he wisely shut up, obediently kept quiet.
If last time there were only a few voices criticizing Ji Ran regarding the song copyright issue, this time it's almost unanimous condemnation.
All sorts of filthy and vulgar words flooded his Weibo like they were reckless, just like they had been directed at Ji Qingyu a few months ago.
Ji Qingyu looked at his chat box with Ji Ran, which was empty. Ji Ran hadn't contacted him yet.
"Can't you manage your fans properly? This pure and innocent girl guides public opinion online every day, but when it comes to something like this, she starts to cower like a coward?"
"Should idols also be held responsible for the behavior of such extreme, brainless fans?"
"He benefits from his fans, and then hides away when they cause trouble. There's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if he didn't do it, shouldn't he at least keep an eye on his fans?"
Ji Ran glanced at it twice and put down his phone.
Fu Han looked at the dishes Ma Yu had prepared on the table and dumped them all into the trash can. Ji Qingyu wanted to stop him, but then withdrew her hand. Fu Han gave Ji Qingyu a cold look and said, "What do you want to eat? Ask Aunt Wang to make it for you."
"oh……"
Ji Qingyu sensed that Fu Han was indeed very displeased. Her phone rang; it was Nannan calling.
"Teacher, have you missed me?" Nannan asked cheerfully. "It's finally the weekend, can I come to your house to play?"
Ji Qingyu glanced in Fu Han's direction, then looked down and said to Nannan, "You come on, but your brother Fu Han is in a bad mood today, so let's keep our voices down."
“Oh…” Nannan said, “But I also want us to play cards together, and the loser has to put a sticker on their head.”
Nannan arrived quickly and actually brought playing cards. Ji Qingyu played with Nannan alone for a while, but something felt off. Nannan rested her chin on her hand and looked at him: "Teacher, can't we really go play with Brother Fu Han? Didn't you say you're in charge at home?"
"Why don't I give it a try? Just one try. I don't think Brother Fu Han is that hard to talk to!" Nannan ran into the study. Ji Qingyu stood there for a few minutes. After considering it for a moment, he finally nervously carried a plate full of cherries and juice into the room.
He also brought his guitar in with him.
"Hi?" Ji Qingyu peeked in. Nannan was explaining to Fu Han how to play cards. The two seemed to be getting along quite well.
Upon seeing him enter, Fu Han's slightly upturned lips immediately disappeared.
Ji Qingyu walked over and put the fruit down, then picked up the guitar slung over his shoulder. Without even looking at Fu Han, he asked the little girl, "Nannan, would you like to hear me sing?"
"Great! I haven't heard it in ages!" Nannan said, sipping her juice and nudging Fu Han with her elbow. "Brother Fu Han, do you want to hear it? Your wife's going to play the guitar!"
Fu Han didn't speak, picked up a glass of juice, leaned back on the sofa and looked at him. Ji Qingyu turned his face to the side and held the guitar between his fingers. He was like rain, melting into the sound of the guitar.
The curtains in the study were half drawn back, and he was bathed in that half of the natural light, his whole being light and transparent, melting away delicately.
"How was it? Did you like it?" Ji Qingyu's voice was a little nervous, and he smiled faintly.
"Don't think that this will make me forgive you for letting that person into the house." Fu Han paused for a few seconds.
"I've said it so many times, there's really nothing between him and me. If there were, it would have happened a long time ago. What business is it of yours..." Ji Qingyu's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
"You've already been marked, and you still say you haven't?" Fu Han said coldly, not believing him.
"He didn't mark me, he's an idiot."
"Really?" Fu Han finished his juice, the glass clicking as he placed it on the tray. "He's a jerk, and you still like him?"
“Yeah, who told me to be stupid?” Ji Qingyu put down her guitar, took the cards from Nannan’s hand, and sat cross-legged on the wooden floor. “But I don’t like it anymore. Once you hit a wall and fall hard, you’ll know to turn back from your misguided ways.”
"Hmph." Fu Han chuckled. "You'd better be."
A few people started playing this childish card game. Ji Qingyu couldn't keep up and kept losing. In the end, she had more than a dozen pieces of paper stuck to her face.
Nannan laughed and reminded Ji Qingyu, "Teacher, you'll have to peel them all off later, it'll hurt a lot, so don't lose again!"
That's not something he can decide.
Finally, after losing more than ten games in a row, he finally won a game against Fu Han. He picked up the largest piece of paper covered with tape and pressed it against Fu Han's face. Fu Han gave a short laugh: "You've gotten bolder?"
Ji Qingyu and Nannan huddled together and chuckled as they watched Fu Han, who still had a note stuck to his face, saying such things.
This was a rare evening where they didn't argue, didn't have sex, and didn't do anything. In the end, Ji Qingyu laughed through his tears and leaned against Fu Han, swaying from side to side.
Fu Han lowered his head and suddenly asked, "What do you like about that bastard?"
Ji Qingyu almost thought he was asking whether she liked him more now or that bastard more.
Ji Qingyu thought about it and realized that he still preferred the rascal he knew on campus when he was eighteen.
He blinked, unable to answer: "Well, everyone has a first love, isn't that normal?"
Fu Han stared into his eyes: "Yes, it's normal."
Ji Qingyu, as if possessed, asked, "Do you have one?"
"What?"
Did you have a first love?
Fu Han didn't say anything. After two seconds, he tore off the paper strip from his face. The pain made him shudder, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Several more rounds were played, and Nannan always won. Ji Qingyu was a little unwilling to admit defeat. They agreed to play one last round, but then they played several more "last rounds".
Fu Han watched as he braced himself on the ground with his injured hand, frowned, and held it, letting him lean against him.
Fu Han glanced at Ji Qingyu. Ji Qingyu's face was covered with strips of paper, hanging down in strands, making him look like a fool. He was also frowning as he studied the cards in his hand.
Fu Han suddenly laughed. He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes filled with nostalgia. Maple leaves fell all over the ground outside the window. Fu Han sighed slowly and said quietly, "Ji Qingyu, you're just silly."
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