The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

After taking off the bell, Pei Du gently rubbed it to help reduce the swelling. Suddenly, he thought of what happened when they first met. "So you were really raising a child at that time?"

"Yeah." Wen Qiu let him fiddle with it, his eyes a little unfocused, no one knew what he was thinking.

She had just given birth and was still breastfeeding when she went to work in that kind of club... Just with this small detail, Pei Du couldn't imagine how bad his situation was at the time.

He still couldn't understand why Wen Qiu had to give birth to such a fatherless bastard, but now his mood was completely different. He would no longer blame her, but just felt distressed and reluctant.

Perhaps it was indeed the exchange of hormones that made him sentimental. He even wanted to continue talking about the child and asking about Wen Qiu's secret past. However, Wen Qiu sat up and took the initiative to sit on him. "Continue?"

Pei Du did not refuse and raised his head to welcome his kiss which was no longer shy.

It was still early after they finished, so Wen Qiu insisted on going home despite dragging his tired body, for the reason they both knew.

Pei Du sent him back as usual, kissed him goodbye, and watched him go upstairs in the car. Today his steps were slower than usual, the lights in the corridor lit up slowly one floor at a time, and the little bird in his hand flew back to its nest.

After returning home and holding the child, Wen Qiu discovered that he had missed several calls, all from He Yu. After thinking about it, he called back and said that he had arrived home safely.

His voice was inevitably hoarse with lust, and He Yu heard it immediately. He seemed to endure for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Did he force you? Or did he give you money?"

“…None.”

On the phone, he heard He Yu take a deep breath, as if he had swallowed down an unpleasant remark. Wen Qiu guessed that he probably wanted to call him a "money-loser".

"I don't want to get anything from Pei Du," Wen Qiu was really tired. He leaned on the windowsill, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly. "I did it with him just because I like it. Brother, I am an adult now. At least I have the right to choose my partner, right?"

"It's not about whether you want something or not!" He Yu said angrily, "It's that he could give you a lot of things, but he didn't give them to you! Why do his friends treat you like a toy? He has so much money, why doesn't he spend it on you? Why do you and your child still live in such a simple place?"

Questions came one after another like a string of cannonballs. Wen Qiu held the phone farther away and knocked the cigarette ash out of the window. From He Yu's perspective, he would indeed feel sorry for himself, but He Yu didn't know what he was like last year. At that time, he couldn't even get enough food to eat, couldn't feed his children, worked around the clock in the dark, and finally sold himself out of despair... Now he has a warm house to live in, savings to feed his children, works to write, and dreams to pursue. All of these are thanks to Pei Du. He should learn to be content.

It was hard to tell where to start with all this, and Wen Qiu didn't want to waste time explaining, so he just said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't watch the show with you today. I've failed your kindness again."

"It's always like this." He Yu sighed helplessly, "But I still want to remind you, don't rely too much on Pei Du, he may not be as sincere as you."

"Haha," Wen Qiu laughed dryly, "I'm hanging up now. See you another day."

"Well, you should go to bed early..." He Yu reminded gently as usual, and then heard a busy tone from the other side.

He threw the phone to the ground, a trace of gloom flashed across his brows. He was impervious to all kinds of things, and invulnerable to swords and guns. Oh, this was the same as when he was a child, but he still couldn't understand how Pei Du stepped into that strictly guarded line?

Could it be that Wen Qiu is actually a latent masochist, and he will only be obedient if you treat him a little bit badly?
The phone hit the heavy Persian carpet with a dull sound, and suddenly a deep voice came from behind: "Why are you suddenly so upset with your phone?"

He Yu turned around, smiling again. Standing in front of the huge European-style carved wooden door was a middle-aged man leaning on a cane. In terms of appearance, he was a typical mixed-race handsome uncle, with facial features as deep as sculptures, and a pair of bright green eyes in the wrinkled eye sockets. The traces of the passing of time only increased his mature charm.

However, such a handsome face now showed the haggardness of long-term illness, and among his thick hair, one could see the white hair that could not be hidden. He had malaria in Africa and almost lost his life. After that, his health deteriorated day by day, and his liver and kidneys had problems. He had to stay in bed for a long time every day.

"Father, aren't you going to rest so late?" He Yu came over to help him considerately.

"I can't sleep," Wen Jierui took two steps with his crutches, then looked up at the moon outside the window. "I don't know why, but I keep dreaming about that child recently, and I feel even more sad when I wake up. I asked you to go find that child before, have you got any news?"

He Yu also showed a worried look. "I have searched everywhere I could, but Wen Qiu seems to have disappeared. I got a clue that he was in Jianghe City, but after searching carefully for more than a month, I found nothing. I plan to stay in Jianghe City and use the connections in my company to continue my search."

"Okay, Jianghe City is a good place." Wen Jierui patted his shoulder kindly, "Don't worry about the money. I will cultivate you as my successor, so just do your best."

"Thank you, father." He Yu showed a perfect smile.

Of course, he would not take such sweet words seriously. After years of getting along with him, he knew exactly what kind of person Wen Jierui was. He valued him only because he was now in poor health and alone. If he found a son with a true blood relationship, his love and money would immediately transfer to Wen Qiu. He would not wait for such a thing to happen. Whether it was money or people, everything of the Wen family father and son would be his.

Wen Jierui couldn't fall asleep, so he walked in the courtyard with a cane. This was a mansion far away from the city, with guards everywhere, and hired professional bodyguards. He had experienced ups and downs in his life, and now that he had inherited a large inheritance, he became more and more cherishing his life, even to the point of having some paranoia.

Suddenly, he noticed a strange face. He seemed to have never seen the bodyguard before. He stopped the tall and strong young man with caution: "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

The bodyguard turned around, his temperament was extremely aloof and cold, and he looked extremely dangerous. He sneaked into the manor like this, but no one found him!
Wen Jierui was about to yell, but the intruder handed him a photo, which made his yelling disappear in his throat, "This, this is..."

The photo showed his son Wen Qiu whom he had not seen for seven years. He had grown into a handsome and tall young man. He turned his head to the camera and showed a quiet smile.

"My boss asked me to give this to you," Li Tianchang pulled up the brim of his hat and turned the photo over. There was a phone number written on it. "If you want to know more about the photo, contact him when you are alone."

Wen Jierui took the photo, kept stroking the young face, and asked hesitantly, "Your boss?"

Li Tianchang nodded, "His name is Pei Du."

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This weekend, Wen Qiu attended the scriptwriting training class as usual. In the gradually hot May, he had to wear a high-necked shirt to hide the marks on his neck. The homework he handed in was still highly evaluated, but there seemed to be a weird atmosphere in the class today. Even Liu Xingchen, who always wanted to stir up trouble, looked cheerful and easy to talk to. During the break, two classmates surrounded him and whispered something, and occasionally cast malicious glances at him.

Wen Qiu finished the class without knowing why, and when he left, he found that only Liu Xingchen had not left, and was called into Jin Ling's office. Out of some intuition, he hesitated for three seconds and walked towards Jin Ling's office. The door was not closed tightly, and he heard Jin Ling's voice: "Take the outline and think about it first. You also have to attend the meeting tonight. I will assign you a specific session..."

Wen Qiu was stunned, not sure if this was what he understood. A girl from the same class passed by him and sneered, "You're the only one who didn't know? Sister Jin chose Liu Xingchen to join the crew! Tsk tsk, you've always done the best homework, but in the end, they chose someone with experience..."

Unable to describe the feeling in his heart, Wen Qiu remained silent. On the one hand, he knew that this was how the industry was and there was no fairness at all; on the other hand, when this kind of unfairness befell him, how could he not be extremely disappointed.

He was really upset, so he wanted to go home quickly to talk to Pei Du about these things and ask for his opinion...

In the dark corridor, Wen Qiu missed a step and was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. To calm his pounding heart, he turned back to look at the silent staircase and suddenly realized that his behavior seemed to be called "running away".

Pei Du, Pei Du, Pei Du, even at this time, he was all in my mind. Wen Qiu rubbed his brows and realized that he was a little bit in love. Because he had someone to rely on, he became more timid, as if he had really become the kind of omega who would accomplish nothing without ALPHA.

Mingming was determined to achieve success on his own at the very beginning.

If it were your past self, what would you do?
Wen Qiu stopped walking.

He returned to the classroom with the lights off, and sat quietly waiting until Liu Xingchen finished talking and went out, and Jin Ling packed up to go to dinner. When she walked out the door, she suddenly saw Wen Qiu motionless in the dark, and was startled, "Ha, why haven't you left yet?"

"Sister Jin, I still don't understand." Wen Qiu stood up and walked towards her. "I thought I had been working hard, but it still seemed not enough. I want to know how I can do better."

His eyes were bright and focused, and he looked straight at her: "You know I have always wanted this opportunity, please tell me what to do."

Jin Ling looked at this omega who was a little taller than her but too thin, and sighed: "I have been watching your performance. The speed of your progress can only be described as lightning fast. But you know that the script task at hand is very tight, and what I need is a combat force that can be put into production immediately. After my evaluation, Liu Xingchen is more in line with my requirements. It's not that you are not good, but you are not suitable for the style of this play. Maybe you can practice for a few more weeks..."

"But you said I learn very quickly." Wen Qiu has been secretly comparing himself with Liu Xingchen in his heart, unwilling to fall behind even a step. "I want to give it a try. Even if you don't let me join the team, as long as you give me a task, I will do my best to complete it."

Jin Ling pondered for a moment, and reviewed all of Wen Qiu's performance from the time she met him until now. This child was diligent, down-to-earth, serious and hardworking, and he also had talent and spirituality. He was a talent she absolutely did not want to let go. So what was the loss in giving him a chance?

She quickly came up with the answer in her mind and nodded, "The part I gave to Liu Xingchen was the fourth male lead. He appeared in episodes 20 and 21, and his scenes totaled about 20 minutes. Now I'm giving you the same task, but I'll say this in advance. The quality of your performance must exceed that of Liu Xingchen in all aspects before I'll consider choosing you."

Wen Qiu secretly clenched his fists, knowing that he had earned this opportunity, "Okay, I will do my best."

(End of this chapter)