The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu moved back to the river view apartment Pei Du bought for him with his children. As for the Junyin Building, which held countless memories of theirs, it had become a nightmare that he didn't even want to think about anymore.

As for Xiao Zhiliao's treatment, he originally wanted Pei Du to provide pheromone perfume, which would save him the trouble of meeting. Pei Du didn't say anything and directly transferred him to the expert's phone call. The expert said that the treatment of perfume is slow and can't compare to the company of his biological father in any case, and it may delay the treatment by twice.

In other words, something that could have been resolved in a month may take two months.

So Wen Qiu allowed him to come to his house for an hour every day, just for treatment and nothing else.

He also began to slowly think about what his future path should be, and in the end, all he could think of was his family.

He took the initiative to contact Wen Jierui and told him that he wanted to leave. Wen Jierui burst into tears on the other end of the phone, regretting that he had not revealed Pei Du's wolfish ambition earlier.

Zhao Ma, who was back home, heard the news and rushed back to take care of him, but she treated him very carefully, as if she was handling a pile of sharp broken glass. Once, he was just lying on the windowsill to look at the scenery, and probably because he leaned out a little too far, Zhao Ma was frightened and screamed.

Wen Qiu didn't understand. He had always thought that he had been relatively calm, but when he thought carefully about his recent actions, he had to admit that he was probably a little mentally ill.

Behind him, Zhao Ma kept talking about what happened after she returned to her hometown, and her unfilial son. Wen Qiu suddenly wondered: Why did Zhao Ma's son appear so coincidentally? He had been looking for him but couldn't find him before. Later, Pei Du wanted him to live with the child, and the ocean-going fishing boat suddenly returned.

The shadow of love that had covered my eyes disappeared. Now it seemed that it was all calculation. That man's mind was so meticulous, he could make clouds and rain with a flip of his hand. What else in this world could he want but not get?
Wen Qiu stared at the mirror gloomily and tore off a piece of dry skin from his lips. Immediately, bright red blood beads oozed out and he licked them off impatiently.

"Young Master!" When Aunt Zhao saw this, she started nagging him again and brought a towel to wipe him carefully.

Wen Qiu stood there, looking down at her quietly, and suddenly said, "Aunt Zhao, I will be gone in a month. I'll give you this house."

"What did you say?" Zhao Ma was stunned. "Where are you going to go now? I will definitely follow you and take care of you..."

"I have contacted my father and He Yuge, and they said they will help me." Wen Qiu blinked slowly, "I will go to England in a month when Xiao Zhiliao recovers. I don't want anything Pei Du gave me, money, house, car... Don't worry, my grandfather left me a legacy, and I will live well in England."

"England... is it very far away?" Aunt Zhao was a little timid. She had never even left her province in her life, let alone travel across the ocean to a place where she couldn't speak the language. "I'm not familiar with this place. Do I have to go?"

Wen Qiu said "hmm" without commenting, "I've thought it through."

Whether it was Wen Jierui or He Yu, he didn't want to even look at them. Pei Du forced him to give up everything he was familiar with and survive. He still had a strong desire to save himself and didn't want to watch himself being swallowed up by depression bit by bit. He knew that if his condition continued to develop, he might not even have the idea of ​​saving himself.

What's more... In addition to Pei Du, he had another reason to leave. This was the deepest secret in his heart, and he had never told anyone.

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When Pei Du came to treat Xiao Zhiliao that day, he brought a bouquet of white roses. He had a very romantic habit and always gave flowers when he went on a date.

Wen Qiu took the bouquet of white roses that he often gave her, lowered his head to smell them, and smiled strangely: "Do you know what I think about every time I receive white roses?"

Pei Du was stunned. He only knew that every time Wen Qiu received flowers in the past, she would smile happily, and her smile was brighter than the flowers in his arms.

"I will think of the first time you celebrated my birthday for me and threw all the gifts into the garbage. The valuables were quickly picked up, and I squatted on the ground alone, picking up the manuscripts and roses that were trampled by people - because I was still stupid at that time and couldn't bear to part with you." Wen Qiu smiled self-deprecatingly, "To be honest, every time you gave me white roses, I could smell the smell of garbage."

“…You never said that.”

"Because I wanted to be with you seriously at that time." Wen Qiu threw the flowers into the trash can, "Now these are not needed."

Pei Du looked at the white bouquet in the trash can, and suddenly had an urge to pick it up and take it home to treasure it, just like Wen Qiu did at the beginning, because it was something that condensed his heart. But he didn't do it after all, he just lowered his head and frowned and said: "I was wrong at the beginning."

He apologized graciously, and if it really helped, he would have said it a thousand times. After a pause, he continued, "I have been thinking these days, if I had told you the truth from the moment I found out, would we not have come to this point?"

Who says it's not? Anger, resentment, and unwillingness are inevitable, but at that time, the little Zhiliao had just been lost and found, and he was too late to thank Pei Du. In addition, ignorance is not a crime, so he might really forgive Pei Du easily - no, maybe he would even feel fortunate, because the child finally had a father, and he no longer had to stay by Pei Du's side cautiously, and could give the child a legitimate identity.

"But you won't do that, because you are a complete selfish person and a control freak who doesn't allow any risk. The way you love someone is to hold them in your hands and make the whole world run according to your will." Wen Qiu only hated himself for not seeing through this earlier. "To be honest, I also have to thank this opportunity for letting me recognize you early. Otherwise, when we really get married, everything will be too late."

Pei Du stood there in silence, as if he was standing on the trial bench, listening to the judge read out his lengthy charges. Wen Qiu saw through him too thoroughly, and there were many things he himself hadn't realized, but Wen Qiu just ruthlessly tore them apart for him to see, and every word was a deafening slap in the face.

"You're right," he could only say with difficulty, "I never knew how to love someone. My past experiences didn't teach me this, so I can only love you in my own wrong way."

"But...can you at least give me a chance to learn and correct myself? I really don't want to lose you."

"I'm sorry, I've had enough, Pei Du. I didn't even have one percent of your calculations. I don't want to be played around by you anymore." Wen Qiu closed his eyes and pointed to a room. "Xiao Zhiliao is there. Go ahead. We have nothing to talk about."

As Wen Qiu said, he gave Pei Du a limited space in his home and avoided him. Little Zhiliao was not old enough to understand such a complicated thing, and just thought that his father and uncle had a quarrel.

Pei Du behaved very well and didn't come to him. He just brought him different gifts every day, sometimes limited desserts, sometimes expensive luxury goods, and sometimes just a beautiful leaf found on the road. Wen Qiu saw it and threw the gift into the trash can, then said to Zhao Ma: "From now on, throw away whatever he gives you."

Mother Zhao nodded repeatedly, while little Zhiliao sniffed and looked at his angry father with his round eyes.

He didn't want his father and uncle to quarrel. Because Uncle Pei was very kind to him, playing various games with him every day, telling him stories, singing beautiful songs, and he also had a very comfortable smell. But Uncle Pei would leave after staying for an hour every day, saying that Wen Qiu would not let him stay longer, so he always counted on his fingers every day and waited for him to come. It would be great if his father and uncle didn't quarrel...

One day he and Uncle Pei were playing with building blocks and built a very tall and beautiful castle, which was more spectacular than any before. He was so happy that he danced with joy and accidentally touched the foundation of the castle. With a loud crash, the magnificent castle was about to collapse. Fortunately, Uncle Pei was quick to reach out and support it, so that it could barely stand.

"It's okay. I'm holding it up so it won't fall." Pei Du held the castle with both hands, unable to move, and called his name with a smile, "Xiao Zhiliao, take that blue square block and put it under my left hand."

"It's too difficult..." Xiao Zhi blinked his eyes and suddenly said, "I'll go call Dad."

Pei Du was stunned for a moment, "Little Zhi!"

However, the child ran very fast and went out to find his father.

Wen Qiu sat alone in the study with a book in front of him, but he was so upset that he couldn't do anything. He just glanced at the time on the clock, calculating when Pei Du would leave.

Suddenly, little Zhiliao ran in, looking like something terrible was happening, "Dad, it's going to fall!"

"What?" Wen Qiu was pulled up by him.

"It's about to fall, come and help!" Little Zhiliao pulled him into the room without saying a word.

Wen Qiu thought something big had happened, so he followed her into the room. The rich smell of ALPHA pheromones hit him in the face, as if a north wind had blown snow all over his arms, causing his entire lower back and calves to go weak.

He saw Pei Du sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding up the half-collapsed building block castle with his hands. Before he could question him, he explained, "I didn't order him to go. He wanted to go on his own."

"..." Wen Qiu lowered his head and saw Xiao Zhiliao hugging his thighs, his bright eyes full of desire, "Daddy, come play with me..."

Wen Qiu sighed. Not wanting to show his displeasure in front of the child, he also sat on the carpet and looked up at him across the crumbling castle: "What should I do?"

"Put the blue one under the observation deck." Pei Du's voice was gentle, just like the afternoons in the past when they drank tea and chatted on the terrace, the sun fell on his face, dyeing his eyelashes golden. However, when Wen Qiu thought of that terrace now, he could only think of the decisive scene when Li Wenfei jumped down.

All their beautiful memories, their bright future, Pei Du ruined it all, damn it...

He didn't realize that his hands were shaking, and the building block was not in the right place, almost toppling the castle. Pei Du immediately stabilized the building and stuffed the building block in securely. Inevitably, he touched Wen Qiu's hand in the middle, and the delicate and cold touch made him feel like his fingers were burned.

The two did not speak again, and quickly restored the castle in perfect harmony. Little Zhiliao clapped his hands happily, thinking that the two had reconciled. He picked up the two figurines representing the prince and princess, and played house on the castle, making up fairy tales, with his logical and expressive abilities far exceeding those of children of the same age.

"This child is a genius, much smarter than I was when I was a child," Pei Du watched from the side and suddenly said, "If he can be trained well, his future prospects will be immeasurable."

He was just chatting casually based on his feelings, but when he inadvertently met Wen Qiu's eyes, he detected the burning hatred in them.

Pei Du's heart trembled, knowing that he might have said something wrong, but his sophisticated brain couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong.

"Xiao Zhiliao was born prematurely. He had poor health when he was young and suffered from pheromone deficiency. It costs a lot of money to treat him." Wen Qiu said, "Do you remember that I once came to you and asked you to support me? You offered me a high price of 1000 yuan an hour, and you didn't even have sex with me. I was so touched at that time."

Pei Du certainly remembered, he even remembered how he had intended to tease them, thinking of taking advantage of them. He thought that these low-level people were the easiest to manipulate, as long as he threw in some money they would sell everything, and when he was done he could just throw them away without causing any trouble.

"That day before, Xiao Zhiliao fell ill and had a fever of 39 degrees. I took him to the hospital, but the queue was very long. I was so worried that my stomach cramped, but I resisted the urge to see a doctor because I had no money. I had nothing to pay for medicine, rent, and tuition that month. I owed a lot of money on Huabei and credit cards... At that time, I was thinking, what if it was not just a fever, but another serious illness?" Wen Qiu raised his pale face and looked straight at Pei Du, "What if I didn't take good care of Xiao Zhiliao and something happened to him?"

Pei Du listened in a daze, as if there was a knife stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

"So I thought of you and selling my body. I thought you were handsome and rich, and not as rough as other ALPHAs, so I could accept being fucked by you... I went to your house and found that you were even richer than I thought. Every decoration in your house could buy the whole me. I was actually a little happy at the time, because a rich person like you would definitely be very generous, right?"

There is a cruel pleasure in cutting myself open. Those things accumulated in my heart are about to rot. It's time to take them out and let them see the light of day. Wen Qiu continued: "In the end, I couldn't do it because I was too nervous and had a stomach problem. I thought why I was so useless that I couldn't even make such a sacrifice for the child. I was also very scared, afraid that you would be angry and kick me out. If that happened, I really didn't know what to do. Maybe I would really become a prostitute in the end..."

"Enough, stop talking..." Pei Du's lips trembled, and he was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. He did his best to investigate Wen Qiu's past, wanting revenge and making amends. But there were still many things that he could not touch. How much suffering and grievances did Wen Qiu suffer in those corners that no one cared about?

He didn't dare to imagine it, nor could he make up for it, and he didn't want to see him cutting himself like this again and making him bleed profusely.

"I said this just to ask you," Wen Qiu raised his eyes, his gaze was like a poisoned knife, "How dare you use a child to control me?"

"Crash--" The little cicada got tired of playing and suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the magnificent castle, which collapsed into pieces and turned into a ground full of colorful building blocks.

"It's gone!" He clapped his hands and watched all his efforts go to waste, his childish face filled with innocent joy.

(End of this chapter)