The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

He Yu was surprised at the way he spoke, but continued calmly: "Both. I was also worried that it would disturb your life. But after seeing it with my own eyes, I still think that this trip was right. Otherwise, I don't know what kind of life you live."

Haha, what kind of day? Wen Qiu thought it was funny, walked around him and sat on the sofa, and naturally picked up He Yu's teacup and drank a sip of tea.

He Yu then sat next to him, his knee against his knee, "My father didn't know that I came here today. I decided to come to see you on my own."

Wen Qiu's heart beat slowly and heavily. He thought the roots buried deep in his heart had withered long ago, but now they were itching to revive. He heard his own dry voice: "Has that person... looked for me in all these years?"

He Yu was silent for a while, as if he was organizing his words. Wen Qiu suddenly grabbed his shoulders and said sternly, "Tell me the truth!"

He Yu shook his head helplessly: "In recent years, my father rarely mentioned you."

The stone in Wen Qiu's heart fell, and there was a dull thud, raising a cloud of dust. It was not disappointment, but a relief, as if the gnarled roots of an old tree had been dug out, and from now on this piece of soil could be left for something with more vitality.

He took a breath of relief, then noticed He Yu's wording: "You call him father?"

"Yes, Mr. Wen has no other children except you. I followed him during those years in Africa, so he adopted me as his son." He Yu lowered his eyelashes, "So now you are indeed my brother in name only."

Wen Qiu couldn't help but sneer after hearing this. He wasn't dead yet, but he seemed to have been buried. Wen Jierui would rather adopt a non-blood-related son than come to him - he even stopped mentioning him!

"If you don't want me to, I won't tell father that I saw you." He Yu said gently, "But don't resist me... To be honest, I feel really guilty. If I had cared more about you back then, you wouldn't be like this now..."

"I'm fine," Wen Qiu waved his hand, knowing that he was innocent in the middle, "I don't blame you either."

"Have you been doing well these years? I always thought you had returned to the Xie family. After returning to China, I wanted to look for you, but I couldn't find you..."

"There's no need to talk about the past. I don't want to talk about it." Perhaps because he was too familiar with her, Wen Qiu quickly relaxed in front of him. "How about you? You seem to have had a good time these years? How does it feel to be Wen Jierui's son?"

"That's a long story..." He Yu lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

The two talked a lot. Wen Qiu learned that his father went to Africa to avoid debt and to seek refuge with an old friend. He was a senior leader of a construction bureau and gave him a position. In fact, his father became a contractor and worked like a slave every day to earn a low salary. It must be unpleasant for a person who had been pampered since childhood.

Later, something happened - his grandmother in England was seriously ill and called him back. At this time, his grandfather had passed away, and his father's relationship with the family was no longer so strained, so he went back to see his grandmother for the last time. This visit earned him a generous inheritance, which, according to He Yu, was much higher than his net worth when he started his own company at its peak.

His father thus achieved financial freedom, and now he returned to China to make a living, just to wash away his past failures. As his designated heir, He Yu was highly expected. He received a generous start-up fund from his father, and then planned to stay in Jianghe City and do some investment business.

After talking about these past events, it was already past 12 o'clock. Wen Qiu felt a little sleepy, but wanted to continue chatting. He Yu took out something like a booklet from the side and said, "I almost forgot that I brought you a gift."

"Hmm?" Wen Qiu became a little more energetic and saw him opening the collection album, which contained a lot of strange banknotes and coins, as well as many African-style photos.

"I remember that every time you went to Europe, you loved to go to antique shops to look for ancient coins. During the past few years I have been in Africa, I have always thought of you, so I have been collecting these things, thinking that I can give them to you when we meet in the future."

Wen Qiu flipped through the pages of the collection in amazement. The carefully preserved coins were very beautiful. In addition to the common busts of leaders, there were also many wild animal patterns. The pages were so thick, what kind of mood did he have when he collected them bit by bit?

The days of flying around the world to collect ancient coins are long gone, but this brother who took care of him since he was a child still keeps this habit for him. Wen Qiu was moved. He hugged the heavy collection album tightly and looked up at He Yu, "Thank you, I like it very much, thank you... for always thinking of me."

He Yu smiled and said, "There is another one that is not in the catalogue because it is very special. The local shaman said it is a 'good luck coin' and whoever gets it will have good luck."

As he spoke, he spread out his right hand. On his palm was a somewhat old gold coin with a very abstract lion painted on it.

Wen Qiu wanted to pick it up for a closer look, but He Yu suddenly closed his palms, and his slender fingers flew nimbly, and the glittering gold coin began to dance on his fingertips.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists and held them out to Wen Qiu: "Guess where it is?"

Wen Qiu laughed. He Yu used to like performing magic tricks for him. He always thought it was magical when he was little. Later, after much pestering, he realized that no matter which hand he guessed, the coin would be hidden in the sleeve.

He was no longer as easily deceived as he was when he was a child, and immediately turned over the cuffs of He Yu's suit, "It must be... eh?"

Both sleeves were empty, but I noticed that the man's arm muscles were very strong and he was wearing a Rolex watch.

He Yu's heart moved when he saw his puzzled look - he had obviously grown up, but the two eyebrows that were slightly furrowed when he was puzzled were no different from when he was a child.

He opened the palm of his right hand and the gold coin was there.

"Oh, so it's still here." Wen Qiu thought carefully and realized that He Yu's hands were too fast when performing the magic trick and he didn't see it clearly.

"Well, it's always there." He Yu smiled and put the warm gold coin in Wen Qiu's hand, "Okay, now the good luck is yours."

Wen Qiu clenched the coin tightly, "Thank you, Brother He Yu, I will keep it well."

It was getting late, and He Yu was about to say goodbye. Wen Qiu walked him to the door, and He Yu said, "I don't know if you are happy now, I just want to tell you that I am always here. If you feel unhappy, come to me. I have enough money and ability to support you, Zhao Ma, and the child."

As he spoke, he handed over a bank card and said, "The password is your birthday. You can spend as much as you want with no upper limit."

Wen Qiu glanced at the black card but didn't take it. Is there really any difference between relying on Pei Du for a living or relying on He Yu for a living?
He Yu seemed to have seen through his thoughts and continued, "To be honest, standing in front of you, I still feel guilty about you - the wealth I have now should have belonged to you. You are not relying on me to support you, but taking away what should have belonged to you. Perhaps the day when you really take it all away, the guilt in my heart will disappear." Wen Qiu's heart was beating. He Yu's words undoubtedly hit his soft spot. Yes, that should have been his inheritance. This was his birthright. This was what his father owed him.

He should have agreed immediately, but there was another struggle in his heart that prevented him from answering immediately. Perhaps everything happened too fast, and he felt that he needed more time, "Sorry, I need to think about it."

"I will come to see you again." He Yu put the card on the table. "I hope I can take you away from here next time. I bought a house in the city center and renovated it to the same appearance as before."

He Yu left, leaving behind only a faint scent of woody perfume. Wen Qiu clutched the gold coin, lost in thought for a long time.

When He Yu said he wanted to take him away, the first person he thought of was Pei Du.

He Yu is very good and reliable, he has known this since he was a child. He Yu can give everything Pei Du gives him, and he does not expect anything in return.

As long as he agreed to go with He Yu, this unequal relationship could end. He wouldn't have to wait for Pei Du to pick him according to his mood and clean himself up and offer himself to be fucked; nor would he have to worry about every effort and gain and accept Pei Du's various charity with a burden; Xiao Zhiliao could even get a stable source of ALPHA pheromones, which would also help his treatment.

However, he also knew that once he decided to go with He Yu, the relationship between him and Pei Du would be over. Even though he and He Yu were not in that kind of relationship, ALPHAs were all mysophobic and would not tolerate their OMEGA getting close to other ALPHAs.

Should it end? It should end.

That was a bad, harmful relationship, and there would be no future. Pei Du would no longer trust him, nor would he give him any "status", let alone mark him or marry him. Because in his heart, he was always a former male prostitute who was pregnant with a client's bastard and was full of lies.

Pei Du just couldn't let go of his body, so he brought tenderness from the bed to under the bed. However, passion will cool down, and Pei Du will get tired of it sooner or later. Instead of waiting anxiously for the day of being abandoned, it is better to leave in advance.

However, Wen Qiu didn't know why, even though he was clearly aware of all the pros and cons, he still couldn't let go. He would think of ten thousand reasons to reject He Yu, but at this moment, if Pei Du only sent a text message asking him to go, he would immediately run to find him.

Wen Qiu sank into the sofa tiredly, the fluorescent light above his head making a crackling white noise. The little cicada in the room woke up and didn't see him, so he started crying, and then there was the sound of Zhao Ma coaxing the child. Other than that, the night was completely silent, with only his thoughts buzzing in his head.

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Wen Qiu did not come up with an answer immediately. He and He Yu exchanged contact information and just greeted each other normally. He Yu did not ask him about his choice again, but gave him time to think.

Another thing happened soon after. Wen Qiu received a message from Jin Ling Studio, asking him to attend the first screenwriter training class.

This is undoubtedly a great stepping stone to enter the screenwriting industry. Wen Qiu is working hard and is determined to perform well.

However, what he didn't expect was that Jin Ling looked so glamorous, but her studio was rented in an old office building. The empty floors were scattered with small loan companies, massage shops, and script-killing shops, but there were more empty rooms. There was no air conditioning in the corridor, and the lights were only half turned on, which made it look particularly deserted.

Entering the studio, it was quite cozy, with couches and chairs scattered all over the place, the smell of various snacks, and several employees looking sloppy... well, very artistic.

The next room was a temporary classroom, and several people had already arrived, all of them very distinctive looking. The oldest student was nearly 40 years old, with a beard; the youngest girl looked like a high school student, secretly wearing her mother's lipstick, showing an incongruous maturity.

Wen Qiu signed in with the teaching assistant and waited for a while. The teaching assistant looked around and asked, "Is everyone here? Is Qian Xiaojun here?"

"Here I come!" An anxious voice came from outside. A person ran in hurriedly and rushed to the teaching assistant. "Can you change this name? I have a stage name!"

"What's your stage name?" The teaching assistant looked up in disdain.

"Liu Xingchen!" Liu Xingchen smiled flatteringly, "Thank you for your help!"

After asking for help, he looked into the room and happened to meet Wen Qiu's cold gaze. He said "whoa", walked over immediately, and put his hands on Wen Qiu's desk, "Are you a follower? You follow me wherever I go?"

Wen Qiu swept his hand away and said calmly, "Mr. Qian, according to the results of the game, you are the one who is eating my tail gas."

Liu Xingchen immediately became angry and deliberately said loudly: "Do you think you can use the back door here? I tell you, Sister Jin hates those kind of flatterers the most, you better be careful!"

"Really?" Wen Qiu held his chin up in boredom, "Then how did you get in?"

"you--!"

"Liu Xingchen, return to your seat." Jin Ling walked in with a stack of documents and swept the entire room with a sharp gaze. "Now that everyone is here, I'll start talking."

The chattering immediately quieted down, and everyone sat up straight, looking at her intently.

"You are all potential stocks that I have carefully selected. I believe in your talents, so I am willing to invest in your talents. I think you all came to me with a heart that wants to survive - yes, 'survive'. This is a cruel industry. Many people try their best but can only barely survive. This includes me."

This serious opening statement made everyone's face look solemn.

"There will be at least three hours of classes every Saturday afternoon, and there will be homework every week. Any student I deem unqualified will be eliminated directly without a second chance." Jin Ling handed the documents in her hand to everyone, "What you have now is the outline of the TV series I am responsible for, as well as the homework for this class."

Wen Qiu took the thick stack of documents expectantly and opened it impatiently. However, when he saw the contents on the first page, he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)