The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

The next day, Wen Qiu woke up from his dream feeling sore all over. Before he opened his eyes, his hand groped towards the side.

The bed beside me was cold and empty.

He opened his eyes and saw the high roof of the villa. The gorgeous cornices and chandeliers were completely unfamiliar to him. He was drunk yesterday and was brought back to this place from the hotel by Pei Du.

And then he seemed to have said something... Wen Qiu sat up, holding his aching head, and realized that he seemed to have said a lot of stupid things, and he was crying, which was very embarrassing.

There was a familiar swelling and pain behind him. They seemed to have done it many times with props, but his body was dry. Pei Du washed him and changed him into a new set of pajamas. There was a slight pain on his right arm. Wen Qiu rolled up his sleeves and saw traces of the inhibitor injection.

Thanks to Pei Du, this unpleasant estrus period ended like this.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom. He saw his listless look in the mirror. There was no light in his eyes and a suppressed emotion between his brows.

He lowered his head and splashed water on his face to wash, deciding not to look at that unpleasant face.

Then he made a phone call to He Yu, and scolded him first, saying that he didn't know how he guarded the door yesterday. Then he sent him the location of the villa and asked him to come and pick it up.

"He had a gun in his hand, so I didn't dare to move. I tell you, that guy is a lawless villain. Don't bother with him anymore!" He Yu said angrily, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"I'm fine." Wen Qiu walked back to the room, turned around and tried to find his cigarette but failed.

"But you were in heat yesterday..."

"Well, so what? Are you a maid who listens to the bed and you have to take care of this?" Wen Qiu said, "I've sent you the address, come as soon as possible."

The villa was very large, and Wen Qiu followed the scent to find the dining room. The long modern dining table was filled with exquisite breakfast.

In the kitchen on the other side, Pei Du was busy washing and cutting vegetables, and watching over the steamer, with very skillful movements.

This young master, who had never done any housework before, actually had a day when he could prepare such a delicious breakfast by himself.

However, Wen Qiu was standing here now, just looking at him coldly, without any emotion in his heart. Pei Du treated him especially well after they lived together, probably because he knew the truth and felt guilty.

"Are you awake? It's a good time for you to have breakfast." Pei Du noticed him and carefully brought out the seafood casserole porridge. "These are all your favorites."

"Forget it, I don't have much appetite." Wen Qiu sat on the main seat, but hesitated to pick up his chopsticks. "Where is this?"

"Where I live now is quite far from the city, and it's very quiet." Pei Du looked at him eagerly. He must have just gotten up and rushed to make breakfast, so his black hair was still a little messy, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his arms. His hands still had a little fishy smell from having processed seafood. "Eat breakfast, or you'll have a stomachache again."

Even now, Wen Qiu still couldn't stand his cautious and flattering look, so he sighed softly, picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

Just as he was about to swallow, his stomach churned. His already bad stomach and the hangover made him spit out the porridge and frowned uncomfortably.

Pei Du was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong, not to your liking?"

Wen Qiu wiped his mouth with a tissue and put down his chopsticks completely, "I already said I have no appetite."

Pei Du looked at the table full of dishes that he had researched all night and cooked early in the morning, without saying a word.

"Where did you throw my clothes?" Wen Qiu asked again, because his cigarette case and lighter were inside.

"Washed." Pei Du said.

“That’s not machine washable…”

"Hand-washed."

It's not like a nanny would suddenly appear in this remote villa. Thinking of Master Pei washing his clothes by hand in the middle of the night, Wen Qiu couldn't help but sneer, "Why is she like a newly married young wife?"

"I just want to take care of you." Pei Du said lightly, stood up and began to clear the table, "You still have to eat breakfast. I'll drive to buy you whatever you want. You can't order takeout here."

"No need, He Yu will come to pick me up." Wen Qiu stood up and looked around, "You don't want to point a gun at him again, do you?"

"I'll try my best to be patient." Pei Du poured the exquisite breakfast into the garbage disposal. "Also, don't look for your cigarettes. I threw them away."

Wen Qiu snorted, sat back in his chair, and began to pull the leaves in the vase out of boredom.

Soon, He Yu came rushing to the door, and Wen Jierui, who missed his son very much, also came to visit.

Wen Qiu thought this was a good opportunity to tell Pei Du his thoughts. In front of his family and Pei Du, he said frankly: "After Xiao Zhiliao's illness is cured, I will take him back to England, and he probably won't come back again."

This news was so unexpected that Pei Du was a little surprised. He thought that even if Wen Qiu left him, she would be somewhere within reach. In that case, if he tried hard to catch up with her in a month, a year, or three years, he would always have a chance to catch up with her. He didn't expect Wen Qiu to be so determined and run so far away, as if she had made up her mind to break up with him from now on and never discuss anything with him again.

He should have concealed his emotions calmly and made a careful plan as usual, but the fear of losing overwhelmed everything at this moment. Pei Du immediately said: "No, you can't leave..."

Then he paused for a second before finding a reason why Wen Qiu couldn't leave, "If you leave, what will happen to your studies and movies?"

Wen Qiu leaned back on the sofa, tilting his head to look at him, "I will change to a major I like in the UK and start over. As for the crew, the script has been almost written, and the rest will be handed over to Lu Bing. I believe in her ability."

"But you still have a lot of property and real estate in the country..."

"Those are yours, not mine." Wen Qiu interrupted him, "Pei Du, I'm no longer your fiancée."

Pei Du pursed his lips and said nothing. Even though he was always good at hiding his emotions, Wen Qiu could tell that this sentence hurt him a lot.

"Our Banbury family has its own inheritance from generation to generation. Mark left Xiaoqiu a legacy of 10 million pounds in his will, and all my property will be given to him in the future." Wen Jierui was finally able to hold his head high in front of him. His son finally chose him instead of that bastard. "Pei Du, Xiaoqiu is no longer the OMEGA you can bully at will. I will take good care of my son and grandson. He will be much better off with me than with you."

He Yu also added: "We have also contacted the best surgeons, and the success rate of removing the marks there is very high. After the marks are removed, the physical connection between you will also be severed."

While they were talking, Pei Du didn't look at them at all, but just stared at Wen Qiu, as if he wanted to see any signs of struggle from him. However, Wen Qiu acted very indifferent, and after his father and He Yu finished speaking, he just nodded: "That's what they said."

Pei Du just listened in silence, looking at the similar faces of Wen Qiu and Wen Jierui. Wen Qiu's eyes were lighter in color, so he looked innocent and fragile; Wen Jierui's eyes were darker, with the turbidity of having experienced the world. They used to have many conflicts, but in order to get rid of himself, Wen Qiu still threw himself into his father's arms...

But, "father"? Ridiculous.

Wen Qiu felt that he had said everything he wanted to say, and stood up exhausted, his body swaying. Wen Jierui immediately held his shoulders and said, "Son, let's go."

This is also an arm of Alpha. Although it is old, it is still strong and powerful. In the future, he will slowly get used to his support and reliance... Wen Qiu always has complicated feelings towards Wen Jierui. He doesn't know whether he has forgiven him, but when his life is at a desperate situation, the only person he can think of is him.

After all, this is his father, and they have an unbreakable blood connection.

Pei Du watched the old man and the young man supporting each other and leaving, his pupils shrank. The strong fear made his whole body tense, and a familiar darkness crept into his heart. Before he could react, he had already taken two steps forward and grabbed Wen Qiu's wrist. He heard his own voice ringing in the empty room:

"You wouldn't forgive someone who lied to you, would you?"

Wen Qiu didn't understand why he suddenly said such a thing, but nodded. Pei Du's expression was also strange. He didn't look at himself, but stared at Wen Jierui, with a desire to destroy in his eyes.

He felt his father's hand around his shoulder trembling. Wen Jierui seemed to be afraid. He looked at Pei Du and shook his head in horror.

He Yu was also a little anxious and called out, "Father!"

Wen Jierui seemed to react, and he put his sweaty hands on Wen Qiu's shoulders, "Son, let's go."

"Wen Jierui," Pei Du's voice was like a nail driving into his heels, "Is Wen Qiu really your 'son'?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Wen Jierui seemed to be blown away all of a sudden, and he retorted emotionally, "He has the same blood as me, and he looks so similar to me, how could he not be my son..."

"If it was your son, why did you say such things to your wife after Wen Qiu went missing when he was ten years old?" Pei Du said slowly, "You said: 'Why didn't he just die outside?'"

"I, I didn't say that! I didn't!" Wen Jierui was furious, his face flushed and he slapped his chest, "You are desperate and you are slandering me!"

He Yu also said angrily: "Pei Du, you know that father is in poor health, do you want to force him to have a heart attack?!" He grabbed Wen Qiu's hand and said, "Let's go, young master, let's go home and don't listen to him biting people!"

However, what he saw was Wen Qiu's slightly dazed expression. Yes, although he didn't hear it with his own ears, he believed that these were the words that Wen Jierui could say. He knew from a young age that his father didn't like him, and sometimes he looked at him like an enemy.

"You have a lot of lovers outside, don't you?" Pei Du took a step forward, still staring at Wen Jierui, his questioning voice strangling his horrified heart, "But you never gave birth to a second child, so in your later years you had no choice but to adopt He Yu, an outsider with a wolfish ambition."

"That's enough. This is what Guan Qingcai told you, right? That selfish, shallow, androgynous monster! He doesn't tell a single truth!" Wen Jierui's neck was bulging with veins, and he roared regardless, "Shut up! Shut up!"

Yes, Wen Jierui has been involved in many scandals outside, but he has never had any trouble with having an illegitimate child. He was still in his prime when he went to Africa, so he would not be unable to reproduce. Unless...

The truth was already obvious, but Wen Qiu seemed unable to face it. He covered his head with his hands, cold sweat broke out on his body, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

Pei Du pushed Wen Jierui, who was on the verge of collapse, away and gently held his wrist: "Qiuqiu, he is not your father. He suffers from congenital azoospermia and it is impossible for him to have offspring."

“But I…” Wen Qiu raised his head in panic and saw the pair of eyes that looked so similar to his own, “How could it be…”

"You are the child of Guan Qingcai and Mark Banbury, your 'grandfather'." Pei Du calmly revealed his trump card. "The man you thought was your grandfather is actually your father, and Wen Jierui should be considered your brother. He has known about this all along."

(End of this chapter)