The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Facing the head nurse's puzzled look, Pei Du slowly said, "I am his ALPHA."

"Oh..." The head nurse actually had a vague guess a long time ago that an omega with a good appearance like Wen Qiu, and his child who was born with extremely superior personality, could only be worthy of the gentleman in front of her.

He looked very rich. He really didn't know why his omega lived such a miserable life. The head nurse said with a hint of reproach: "Oh, what happened in the first place? No matter what, you can't abandon your wife and children! Just imagine, an omega came to give birth with no money, and was in excruciating pain with no one to accompany her. How pitiful..."

"Yes, I did make a big mistake back then." The gentleman looked out the window with a disappointed look on his face, looking desolate.

The gentleman left, but a large subsidy followed. The dilapidated county hospital was renovated and looked brand new, and the medical staff also received a large bonus, and everyone was happy. The Qinxiu Foundation of the Pei family specially set up a point in this hospital, and from then on, families in need could get subsidies when they came to see a doctor.

The dead tree outside the ward was finally removed and a new vibrant banyan tree was planted.

The sponsor was generous and took every aspect into consideration, as if to make up for the regret - but no matter how much he does now, he can never go back to the past and hug the helpless OMEGA lying on the hospital bed.

In addition, Pei Du also bought the Mixing Club. This was where they met. When they first met, he threw a stack of money down and flirted with Wen Qiu in a joking manner. He still remembered deeply that in the dark box, Wen Qiu closed his eyes tremblingly, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

He endured all these humiliations just to make money to support his children. When he needed me the most, I was also one of the people who bullied him.

Boss Cao, as well as the waiters and drinkers who had bullied Wen Qiu, were dug out one by one by him and retaliated against without mercy. The group of bald subordinates were forced to violate Boss Cao one by one. The scene was very ugly at one point, filled with Boss Cao's screams like a pig being slaughtered. Pei Du stood in front of the surveillance camera with his hands in his pockets, watching, and did not forget to record the whole process.

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the law of heaven will be reincarnation. Even if the heaven has let him go, he will not forgive anyone.

But what about him? Pei Du didn't know when and where his retribution would come.

When he could no longer bear the guilt, he couldn't help but cut his arm with a knife. In the intense pain of the blood gushing out, he found a trace of self-destructive pleasure.

There was only one disadvantage to this method, which was that it was easy for Wen Qiu to find out. When he was first discovered, Wen Qiu was completely panicked, grabbing his scarred arm and asking, "What's wrong with you? Who did it?"

Pei Du replied calmly: "Pei Zhixuan."

Wen Qiu knew that he had a fierce struggle with his father, and the fuse of the matter was himself. Because of a series of wrong decisions, Pei Zhixuan gradually lost support at the shareholders' meeting, while Pei Jiayan relied on Pei Du's support to get closer and closer to the crown of power.

Pei Zhixuan was extremely vicious and would definitely retaliate. Wen Qiu rarely went out recently, and even when he did, he was accompanied by many more bodyguards. But Pei Du always seemed to be alone, and sometimes he would come back late at night with a faint smell of blood on his body.

"Stop, you've done enough for me. If those things will hurt you, I'd rather you not do them." Wen Qiu stroked his wound and suddenly realized why Pei Du licked his hand. It turned out that when one is heartbroken to the extreme, one really wishes to have medicine in one's mouth, and just licking it could heal all the scars.

He lowered his head quietly, stretched out his tongue to gently lick the hideous scar, and kissed the winding vein devoutly, "No matter what, I don't want to see you get hurt."

Pei Du took a deep breath and suddenly had a very strong urge, which was to kneel at OMEGA's feet, confess everything, and pray for his punishment and forgiveness.

But he couldn't do it.

The avalanche is proceeding silently, and neither punishment nor self-destruction can stop it.

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This spring, Jiang Mingxin's art exhibition was finally going to be held after a year of preparation. That day, Wen Qiu dressed up nicely and took Pei Du to the Bosch Art Museum to support Jiang Mingxin.

Their attire was different, but the patterns and colors of their ties and pocket squares, as well as the jewel styles on their cufflinks and tie clips, were cleverly matched to create a couple's outfit that was subtle and understated.

When the two people arrived at the art museum, they seemed to have become moving exhibits, attracting countless people's attention. Most passers-by didn't know who they were and were quietly wondering which couple of artists came to see the exhibition.

Jiang Mingxin was dressed in a proper manner and stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall to greet them warmly. As soon as he saw them, he angrily put his hands on his waist and said, "Damn it! People who draw better than me are not allowed to come in. Are you trying to steal my limelight?!"

Wen Qiu smiled and said, "Then I'll leave?"

Jiang Mingxin immediately came forward and hooked his arm, "Don't run away. Today you have to be my muse and carry forward the spirit of beauty."

They have always been close, and Jiang Mingxin was about to take Wen Qiu's arm in the arm, but something unexpected happened the next second - Pei Du's arm was inserted between him and Wen Qiu, separating him and Wen Qiu in a gentlemanly but also irresistible manner.

"What? Master Pei is so stingy~" Jiang Mingxin made a joke, but there was no sign of joking on Pei Du's face. The dark eyes glanced at him indifferently, with a clear warning in them.

This time, not only Jiang Mingxin was stunned, Wen Qiu also turned around and looked at him. It was just contact with OMEGA friends. Pei Du had never been like this before... Should I say it was possessiveness? Or was it overprotection due to stress?
Pei Du did not explain anything. He just took Wen Qiu's hand and walked into the exhibition hall as usual. His voice sounded very calm, "Come in."

Jiang Mingxin was left behind. He sensed something was wrong in the calmness and muttered quietly, "Mad man..."

After entering the exhibition hall, Wen Qiu was quickly overwhelmed. He never expected that Jiang Mingxin, who usually scratched his ears and shouted that he couldn't paint in the studio, could actually produce such a shocking effect.

The entire exhibition hall is decorated with a bizarre postmodern style for his paintings, with "pregnancy", "growth", "reproduction" and "death" as the four major themes. The paintings are full of twisted limbs, dislocated spaces, chaotic senses, and messy and strong colors, full of strong visual impact. Wen Qiu can't understand what he is painting, but he can use his intuition beyond reason to feel the theme he wants to convey. After the initial visual shock, these paintings can indeed give people a lot of room for interpretation and appreciation.

Jiang Mingxin and the curator hit it off immediately. Both of them were people who never stopped striving for success. With Pei Du's tacit approval, they used Pei Shao's name to recruit people from all walks of life, and brought almost all the senior painters and artist critics they could find to this visual feast that they had prepared with all their heart and soul.

Wen Qiu was looking at the works at first, but ended up looking at Jiang Mingxin, a man with a head of shiny silver hair, chatting with an art world bigwig and shamelessly asking him to promote him on social media.

He was really amazing, as if he was full of vitality, and he would fight to the end regardless of everything. Wen Qiu's memory could not help but go back to a year ago, thinking about how he had quarreled with him, and how he had taken the initiative to sleep with him and asked Pei Du for this exhibition opportunity.

Thinking about it now, it feels like a lifetime ago. Although I felt wronged and sad at that time, it was worth it to be able to have this exhibition today.

Pei Du called the curator over and asked a few questions. The curator told him everything in detail: "The follow-up publicity has been prepared. The media teacher will issue a press release tonight. Chairman Wang Qingsong has agreed to write a column. Bosch will extend the exhibition period for another half a month..."

This is how art is in this era, half of it depends on real talent and half on marketing and packaging. For those who have achieved this level of perfection, like Jiang Mingxin, there is no reason why they cannot succeed.

"Well done." Pei Du nodded, "What's your name?"

The curator seemed to be honored to be asked only his name, and answered eagerly, "Thank you, President Pei, for your kindness. My name is Ji Shenghua."

"My sister also wants to hold an exhibition of Ming and Qing antiques recently. I heard that the scale is quite large. I may need to trouble Teacher Ji for help when the time comes." Pei Du promised him a great opportunity and sent the curator away happily.

Wen Qiu watched quietly from the side. Recently, he followed Pei Du to various occasions and he also learned some ways of dealing with things from the superiors. He now had money and power, but the inferiority and timidity in his character could not be changed overnight, so Pei Du had been deliberately teaching him how to act in various occasions.

After visiting Jiang Mingxin's exhibition, he wandered around the art gallery with Pei Du. Literature and art are inseparable, and when Wen Qiu saw those paintings that touched his heart, he would feel inspiration bursting in his mind.

When passing by a painting, he suddenly stopped for a long time.

It was a landscape painting, depicting windswept fields, snow-white sheep, and distant mountains. The colors were gentle and affectionate, like God's eyes gazing upon the world.

The name of that painting is "Human World".

Wen Qiu's heart trembled, and he immediately took a picture of the painting and sent it to Lu Bing. They had been worrying about the location of the film recently. That was the first shot after the gods came to the world, and it had to be shocking enough.

“How about using the atmosphere of this painting for my first shot in the world?” he typed quickly.

"Perfect!" Lu Bing replied immediately, "Boss, can we go to the prairie to shoot at public expense?"

Wen Qiu looked up at the painting again and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He readily agreed, "As long as it works well in the photo."

Lu Bing quickly sent a voice message, but when she clicked on it, she heard three strange "dong dong dong" sounds, and her message popped up right after that: "Boss, I just kowtowed to you three times."

Wen Qiu almost burst into tears and quickly sent a message: "My dear, please get up quickly."

Seeing that he liked it, Pei Du said, "Buy it if you like it."

Wen Qiu was a little surprised: "Can the exhibits be bought?"

"Of course, everything in this world has a price." Pei Du said to the tour guide who had been following him, "Please ask your curator to come over."

"That... should be very expensive, right?"

"Qiuqiu, do you know how much money you have now?" Pei Du said helplessly, "Even if you buy the entire art gallery, it's still not that expensive."

"Oh..." Wen Qiu was shocked. After Pei Du said this, he had some idea of ​​his wealth. "Actually, I just felt that the wall at the entrance was a little empty. After hanging this painting, I feel good every time I see it when I enter the door."

Pei Du was also in a good mood - only if Wen Qiu regarded that house as his own home from the bottom of his heart would he consider so seriously how to decorate the house, and his wife's taste was really good.

The curator came out with a smile on his face and said that he could contact the painter to discuss the price for him immediately. If everything went well, the purchase could be completed on the same day. Pei Du intended to leave this matter to him and not intervene in the purchase process. Only when Wen Qiu learned to spend money by himself, the numbers in his bank card would have meaning.

When Wen Qiu bought the painting, Pei Du returned to Jiang Mingxin's exhibition hall alone. He had actually been attracted by a sketch in the corner, but Wen Qiu was there at the time, so he did not show any interest.

The painting was obviously not an important work and was placed among a pile of drafts. It outlined a handsome portrait with just a few strokes. He was looking at a place in a daze with a peaceful smile on his lips. The only color in the painting was the pair of enchanting green eyes.

This painting has only a simple name, called "Love".

(End of this chapter)