After listening to Mrs. Jiâs words, Yan Qiu hit the ceiling with a loud roar, for a long time, he didnât come back to his senses and couldnât speak with his mouth open.
He thought being Ji Xinglanâs fiance was miserable enough, now the package had to be upgraded?
Mrs. Ji thought that he was overjoyed, holding his hand and smiling: âYou know mom loves you most, Xiao Qiu. Our family wonât mistreat you. We will prepare for the biggest wedding for youâŠâ
Yan Qiu glanced at Ji Xinglan, who stood by, but the latter did not respond. Yan Qiu could only stammer and decline: âThisâŠ.. is not suitableâŠ..â
âwhatâs wrong with it? Thereâs no shortage of money in our family. All we need is a daughter-in-law.â Mrs. Ji thought he was being polite. She held his hand tightly and said enthusiastically and heroically.
ââŠâŠâ Yan Qiu turned his eyes to Ji Xinglan for help, but Ji Xinglan turned a deaf ear to him. He stood there stiff and motionless, not saying a single word, like a beautiful motionless statue.
He looked at Mrs. Jiâs radiant expression and felt ashamed to spoil her good mood, but now the most important thing was to stop the marriage. âI donâtâŠâ he said with a stiff voice.
He was about to decline, but suddenly he went silent. He glared at Ji Xinglan angrily, the latter was indifferent, but Yan Qiu suddenly burst into a cold sweat. He knew that he was using pheromones to suppress him.
Why does this man surnamed Ji little son-of-a-bitch always play dirty games with him?
Yan Qiu was oppressed by him so much that he wanted to spit blood. He knew Ji Xinglan was warning him not to speak in disorder.
Yan Qiu didnât want to die from bleeding. When the powerful deterrent force was removed, he had to shut his mouth knowingly and watched Mrs. Ji happily plan the wedding. Even planed which primary school their children would go to.
âI found out that the dress I wore when I married your father seemed to be a little too big. But itâs all right. Iâll find someone to fix it so Xiao Qiu can wear it. When your children are going to get married, they can still wear it. â
She didnât see to resemble a married woman in her fifties at all,
Ji Xinglan was motionless and had no intention of resisting.
Mrs. Ji had talked about marriage with her son many times, it was a pity that Ji Xinglan wasnât interested in Xiao Qiu. Every time, he came up with all kinds of unreasonable excuses. But even if he was too lazy to make excuses, he just wrote the reluctance on his face.
Mrs. Ji wasnât unreasonable. Whether Ji Xinglan liked Xiao Qiu or not wasnât necessary. Mrs. Ji just hoped that a lovely Omega could pull him out of his pain. She was still anxious about Ji Xinglanâs state of mind, but there was no other way but to let the Butler pay more attention to him.
Now seeing Ji Xinglanâs increasing interest in Xiao Qiu and the sudden change of attitude towards marriage. Mrs. Ji was also surprised that her son seemed to be coming out of the shadows.
Yan Qiu knew that he had no room to refuse. So he could only pin his hopes on Ji Xinglan-although he didnât say anything, Yan Qiu knew that Ji Xinglan didnât like him and would probably not marry him.
When Mrs. Ji said she was tired, during her water break, Yan Qiu finally found a chance to say his excuse and said he was sleepy and wanted to go to sleep.
Mrs. Ji twisted the quilt for him and asked her son to stay and take care of him. Finally, wearing an Auntie smile, she turned around and went downstairs.
As soon as she left, Yan Qiu immediately sat up from the bed as fast as a bullet.
When he saw Ji Xinglan sitting on a sofa next to him playing with his cell phone, he didnât seem to want to explain what had happened.
âHey, whatâs going on?â Qiu couldnât help but resist, âwhy did your mother say were going to get married?â
Ji Xinglan moved his eyes away from the screen, looking at him faintly: âYou know, sheâs been anxious for us to get married for a long time.â
âWell, then why didnât you object? You donât even want to marry meâŠâ Yan Qiuâs tone was tingling with anxiety.
âWho said I didnât want to marry you?â Ji Xinglan shook his head and seemed to find it funny.
Yan Qiu said reasonably: âthe young master of a wealthy family was forced by his mother to marry his fiance he did not love at all. shouldnât he resist his mother to the end and insist on pursuing true love?â
He heard what was said, and smiled bitterly: âIâve only liked one person in my life. What am I supposed to chase after, when heâs dead.â
He said those words in a casual tone, but it was too shocking to hear.
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âOh, donât joke. You certainly donât want to marry me, do you? âYan Qiu himself wasnât very confident.
The brilliant sun came in through the glass and sprinkled on the teenagerâs face. Obviously, he had a divine face, yet the words he spoke with a smile resembled a devil: âWho said that I didnât want a beautiful Omega to warm my bed.â
âYou!â Yan Qiu shrank back and tried to stay as far as he could from the neurotic.
Ji Xinglan was still smiling, Yan Qiuâs face was red because of his anger. He grabbed a pillow from beside him and directly threw it at his face.
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At dinnertime, the Butler went upstairs three times to urge them to go down. Finally, Yan Qiu came downstairs with Ji Xinglanâs help.
Although he repeatedly said that he didnât need help, Ji Xinglan had to pay attention to him in front of his mother.
Looking at his dog-like, licking posture, Yan Qiu finally sadly believed that Ji Xinglan really did not intend to resist.
Is he really going to marry and have children, as Mrs. Ji said?
At the thought of giving birth, several R18 images flashed through Yan Qiuâs mind. And his body trembled slightly in his thin clothes, making it difficult to breathe.
No, no, Iâd rather not.
The dining hall was still decorated in western court style, with a bright crystal chandelier hanging high above, oil paintings and porcelain vases on the wall, tablecloths, and cutlery on the long table, and a jar full of flowers in the middle.
The decoration of the house was done by Mrs. Ji, and she liked this style, which reminded her of her previous home.
Ji Xinglan held Yan Qiuâs arm, it seemed like he was taking care of a porcelain doll. Without waiting for the servant to come over, he helped him to take out the chair, in an excellent gentlemanly style.
Mrs. Ji sat at the dinner table and looked at their warm appearance of âin perfect harmonyâ with a smile. In fact, out of her sight, Yan Qiu was deliberately and viciously stepping on Ji Xinglanâs foot.
Swept by Mrs. Jiâs scorching eyes, Yan Qiu shivered. He has only seen such a terrible expression in the eyes of female classmates who were crazy about cp.
Yan Qiu said hello to Mrs. Ji cleverly and then said in his heart: Heâs still his motherâs whitewashed son.
Ji Xinglan sat down opposite him. There were only three of them, but they occupied a long Western-style table, which was already filled with foie gras and fragranced salmon.
Yan Qiu wasnât used to eating western food, he grew up eating Chinaâs ninth most classic food type â cafeteria food.
He had no desire to eat, his favorite food was roadside stalls food. But obviously, it was clear that these places were not in line with his present status as the future-in law of the Ji family.
Yan Qiu was not used to having a formal meal, the three pairs of knives and forks placed in front of him, he didnât know which one to use. He grabbed a fork and ate with it casually.
After the main dish was served, Ji Xinglan also noticed Yan Qiuâs struggling appearance. He took the initiative to cut his steak into pieces, carefully cutting out the Australian lobster meat and poured a small half glass of wine for him. It was meticulous care, so he had to wipe his mouth.
Yan Qiu took the glass and looked at him. He felt a kind of genuine gentleness in bewilderment. If you changed into an omega and were treated in this way by Ji Xinglan, you will be too dizzy to find the north.
Unfortunately facing him was Yan Qiu, Yan Qiu would only sneer at him in his heart.
It was too fake.
He could fool Mrs. Ji, who had a CP filter.
Although Ji Xinglan was a little handsome, however, Yan Qiu who had straight male esthetic body protection, remained unmoved.
Halfway through the meal, Mrs. Ji received a call from her sister about their beauty salon appointment. Which reminded her that she was in a hurry to see Yan Qiu today, she even forgot her appointment. She didnât wait for dessert to be served and immediately left.
Before leaving, Mrs. Ji blew him a kiss: âMom will come to see you in two days, my sweetheart!â
The servants stood far away, âSweetheartâ Yan Qiu was absorbed in picking up the salad and ice cream, Ji Xinglan suddenly said: âYan Qiu.â
âHuh?â Yan Qiu hadnât returned to his senses and unconsciously looked at him.
Ji Xinglanâs expression grew cold and asked stiffly, âdid I call you?â
Yan Qiu was startled and lowered his head âto cut,â but his right palm was full of cold sweats.
No matter how big his heart was, he felt wrong.
He thought his acting was all right, but he wonât be exposed so soon.
Yan Qiu secretly peeked at Ji Xinglan across the dining table. Does he really know something?
But Ji Xinglan didnât say anything, as if all the thing that just happened was Yan Qiuâs illusion.
Yan Qiu longed for him to uncover the matter, but he buried himself in dinner and dared not mention it again.
When he finished dinner, Yan Qiu was ready to slip away, but Ji Xinglan suddenly stopped him. âhave you finished eating?â
Yan Qiu nodded and watched Ji Xinglan grab the napkin-as if he really wanted to wipe Yan Qiuâs mouth.
Yan Qiu was startled: âEnough acting, your mother is gone.â
Ji Xinglan smiled, threw aside the napkin in his hand, and returned to his normal expression: âcome to my room after taking a bath.â
Ji Xinglanâs smile on the corner of her mouth made Yan Qiu very uneasy. Under the suspicious gaze of Yan Qiu, he calmly put down his knife and fork and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.
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The bathroom was well-heated, and the bright light was reflected by the mirror.
Yan Qiu sat in the bathtub with his legs bent and slowly splashed the water on his neck, letting the crystal water drop down his neck to his delicate skin.
During the day, Ji Xinglan had gripped his wrist hard. Now there were two light red bruises, which were imprinted on his white and slender wrist. It seemed that he had been abused.
Yan Qiu frowned at his wrist and became increasingly dissatisfied with this Omega body.
When Yan Qiu got out of the bathtub and wiped himself, he looked at his figure in the mirror dejectedly. His hight was more than 1.7 and wasnât short for an Omega even his legs proportion was very slender. Still, standing in front of an Alpha like Ji Xinglan, it wasnât enough to see.
However, he had confirmed with Ji Xinglan that his body was indeed dead. The body had been cremated long ago. It was impossible to recover his original body.
Yan Qiu was in the bathroom for a long time, Ji Xinglan was afraid that he was drowning in the bathtub, so he came to knock on the door: âWhy are you so slow, are you waiting for me to come and wash you?â
Yan Qiu shivered, and hurriedly quickened his handâs movements: âNo, Iâll be done soon, go away!â
Ji Xinglan was noncommittal and only said, âHurry up.â
When Yan Qiu hastily dried his body and came out in his bathrobe, there was no one outside. Yan Qiu, with a towel, wiped his dripping wet hair and hesitated to go over.
When he thought of Ji Xinglanâs attitude, he obviously had something important to tell him. Yan Qiu wiped his hair and went into Ji Xinglanâs room next door.
Ji Xinglan had his lamp lit and was sitting by the window reading.
Hearing the door open, he looked up and saw Yan Qiu standing by the door and asked him to sit down on the sofa. âhave you taken a bath?â
Yan Qiu nodded, sat down on the couch for two, grabbed the pillow, and put it on his lap. Ji Xinglan came towards him, buried his head in his neck and sniffed. Yan Qiu body was soaked in refreshing dew fragrance, mixed with pheromone light citrus flavor.
âWhat are you doing?â When Yan Qiu saw him coming, he immediately shrunk his neck and pushed him away. Ji Xinglan wasnât angry either, with a little indefinable meaning in his eyes, he turned around, and went to the other side of the cupboard.
Because he stayed in the closed bathroom for a long time, Yan Qiuâs lips were moist and bright red, and his cheeks were slightly red due to lack of oxygen. His half-dried hair was still dripping, almost wetting his face.
Ji Xinglan threw the book aside, took something out of the drawer, turned his head to say to Yan Qiu: âYour hand.â
The manâs unstable attitude was a little confusing, which made Yan Qiu feel a bit guilty.
Yan Qiu gritted his teeth, slowly reached out his hand, watching Ji Xinglan come towards him, and then saw him ââ knelt down.
Yan Qiu was startled and watched helplessly as Ji Xinglan knelt on one knee in front of him. From top to bottom, he could only see his blond hair and an earring in his left ear.
Ji Xinglan didnât think there was anything wrong with it. He naturally held his hand and gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing a red mark on his white wrist.
Yan Qiu also looked down at his wrist. He also noticed the bruise just now. Yan Qiu didnât feel much pain. He only thought that an Omegaâs skin was too delicate.
However, when Ji Xinglan gently stroked the red mark with his fingers, he pretended it to be in pain and frowned âhissing.â
The young Omega had long eyelashes that were misty as if he was going to cry. Sure enough, Ji Xinglanâs eyes flashed a little pity expression, the movement in hand also slowed down a lot.
Yan Qiu looked down at the person in front of him, secretly sneering in his heart.
Now he knew that it hurt, who pinched his wrist red before?
Ji Xinglan took a small bottle, dipped it with a cotton swab and applied the medicine for him, he daubed it carefully and then wrapped it on his slender wrist with a thin gauze cut from a long strip.
The ointment is very comfortable. Yan Qiu feels that the place where the medicine is applied is slightly hot. Ji Xinglan grabbed his other wrist and did the same to help him with the medicine. After doing this, he let go of Yan Qiuâs wrist and stood up.
Looking at the two thin loops of gauze on his wrist, Yan Qiu felt a little unaccustomed.
Ji Xinglanâs attitude always resembled a weasel that went to pay his respects to the hen-not with the best of intentions on New Year's Day.
But at least he was taken care of by others, Yan Qiu smiled, âI didnât expect that Young Master Ji would take care of people.â
âVery few.â Ji Xinglan put the medicine bottle back in the drawer. Yan Qiu couldnât help but stare at his slender fingers. âIf you are my fiance, itâs better for you.â
Yan Qiu curled his lips unwillingly and said, âHey, have you had enough of this, thatâs enough to tell your mother that we canât get married. â
âWho said we canât get married?â Ji Xinglan raised her eyebrows. âIsnât it good to be my Omega?â
He bumps into his joking eyes, and his heart quivered. He swore in his heart and then suddenly looked away.
âCome on, tell your mother I canât marry you.â He pretended to be angry.
Ji Xinglan came slowly, closed the curtains, and isolated the irregular street lights and the bright white moonlight.
âNo, you must marry me.â There was a gentle affirmation in his tone.
As he said this, he went to Yan Qiu and supported the back of the chair behind him with one hand, then he slowly leaned over him.
Yan Qiu shrank back and watched helplessly as Ji Xinglan reached out and picked up his chin and gently printed a kiss on his forehead.
Yan Qiu froze.
Why did Ji Xinglan kiss him again! Thatâs too much, hey!!
âYou must marry me.â
The blond teenagerâs eyes twinkled, and his deep-set of eyes showed terrible possessiveness and despair, making Yan Qiu think that he had misheard.
He quickly shifted Yan Qiu on the sofa, then raised his knee, pressed his long leg directly to his side, and reached out to lift his shirt.
In Yan Qiuâs blank eyes, The teenagerâs warm palm came up to his belly gently, then he said with a smile: âYou have my child here, did you forget that too.â
The author has something to say:
Yan Qiu isnât a school bully in the real sense, but a righteous little straight-A, I hope this chapter hasnât been labeled strongly. If he really didnât like it, no one could really force him, itâs just fun between little lovers~