The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Marry? With Pei Du?

Wen Qiu frowned. He had never thought about such a distant thing, and he felt that such a future was too unrealistic. He thought of his first "wedding". The little red book pricked his nerves. He couldn't help but sneer: "Don't joke. Can your family accept an OMEGA like me?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Their opinions mean nothing." Pei Du thought of the ridiculous arranged marriage in the past, and a trace of haze flashed across his eyes. "I won't let those idiots get in my way again."

"Okay, then I'll ask for your opinion," Wen Qiu pressed his aching forehead, "Can you accept all of me? Including my past and my child. Are you willing to spend a lot of money to treat the child? Can you tolerate me spending a lot of time taking care of him? If we really get married in the future, can you accept a child who is not related by blood to become your family?"

This was indeed a heart-breaking question, and Pei Du had not yet fully thought of the answer. His love was selfish and exclusive, and he was not ready to accept a child with the dirty blood of another man. However, at this moment, the love and fear in his heart surpassed everything, making him lower his proud head.

"I will try my best. If you love someone, you must love all of him. I will treat this child as a part of you and accept him as much as I can."

"You don't need to answer right away, I just want you to know my true feelings." Pei Du knelt on one knee on the sofa and approached him cautiously, his posture and expression pleading, "I will wait patiently, and you must tell me if I do something wrong, and I will try my best to change it. But don't be sulking alone, and don't leave if you don't agree with me, okay?"

Wen Qiu didn't expect to get such a sincere answer from him. If he had heard these words a few days ago, he would have been moved to tears. However, at this moment, he just felt tired, because as long as Pei Du wanted, he could always say something very nice and make people extremely shaken. But when he wanted to hurt people, he could always hurt them the most.

He didn't want to suffer anymore, so he didn't even want the good part of him anymore. Wen Qiu shook his head tiredly, "You are good, I have always known it, it's me who is not good, I don't have the energy to love anymore..." He gently pushed Pei Du's arm, the arm was tense and veins bulged because of excessive force, "That's it, I want to go home..."

"This is not a spur-of-the-moment confession," Pei Du took something out of his pocket after a long plan, "Believe me, I'm not saying these words just to keep you."

In the palm of his hand lay a silver ring, which was the little ring that Wen Qiu had given him, but it was slightly different if you looked closely.

Wen Qiu's eyes flickered: "This is... isn't it said to be a one-of-a-kind piece?"

"Yes, so I asked someone to customize an identical one for me, but I haven't had time to tell you yet." Pei Du held his left hand, "Also, the size I customized is correct."

Wen Qiu's mind went blank, and he saw Pei Du solemnly put the ring on his left ring finger. The cold ring wrapped around his finger tightly, like an ingenious trap, trapping its prey.

He shuddered all over. This beautiful, larger replica reminded him of all the emotions he had felt before and after giving the ring away - the courage he had mustered over and over again, the anxiety he had tossed and turned all night, the unforgettable tears, and the despair that was heavier than disappointment.

A strange thought suddenly came to his mind: Has Pei Du never failed to obtain anything since he was a child? Is his life really so easy that he can get everything as long as he opens his mouth?
Why is it that he is always so at ease while I am always in such torment and struggle?

Unable to figure it out, unable to get an answer, the grievances that could not be resolved gradually accumulated into anger. In front of Pei Du, he suddenly took off the ring and threw it away. The platinum ring fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound, and then bounced and rolled into the corner of the living room.

At that moment, he clearly saw shock, confusion and pain on Pei Du's face. One day he would be able to hurt Pei Du, and this realization made Wen Qiu feel a sharp pleasure in his heart.

"I don't accept it. Who allowed you to wear it? Don't you think I'm unworthy?" Wen Qiu grabbed his collar and asked angrily, "Why did you put a ring on me without even asking? Do you think I'm so cheap that I'll agree to anything you ask?!"

"I never thought about it this way..." Pei Du clenched his fists. Being rejected so mercilessly made him feel embarrassed and painful. Even if he expressed his love a thousand times, promised and swore ten thousand times, there was no way to erase the past hurt. So he gradually lowered his voice to explain, stood at attention and took the beating, hoping that Wen Qiu could vent all the grievances and anger in his heart, rather than torturing himself by holding it in his heart.

However, Wen Qiu's condition gradually became abnormal. His breathing became more and more rapid. He covered his chest with his hands and could not speak. Cold sweat dripped down his face. He experienced too many emotional fluctuations in just one day. The familiar palpitations began to occur again, and the severe headache pierced his brain like a steel needle.

"Wen Qiu!" Pei Du was shocked. He immediately supported the staggering Wen Qiu and hurriedly touched his forehead with his hand, only to feel a burning sensation.

He was experienced and recognized that this was a precursor to a panic attack. Fortunately, he always had sedatives at home, so he immediately came over, held his saliva in his mouth, and fed him the medicine mouth-to-mouth.

"Cough, it hurts so much..." Wen Qiu felt really uncomfortable in his stomach. He wanted to vomit out the medicine as soon as he swallowed it. Pei Du covered his mouth to stop him from vomiting. Soon his hands were soaked with saliva and tears. "It's okay, it's okay. Don't think about anything. It will be fine soon..."

After taking the medicine, Wen Qiu gradually calmed down and fell into a coma-like sleep. Pei Du held him, not daring to use force nor wanting to let go. His heart was pounding and his body was unconsciously soaked with cold sweat.

He had never been so panicked before. He felt like he was dying. He took out his phone and called the doctor, and then contacted a psychiatrist he trusted. Then he stayed by the bed tremblingly, holding Wen Qiu's cold hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled an apology, not knowing what he was apologizing for.

However, the sleeping person was destined not to give him any response.

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Wen Qiu had countless nightmares that night. When he woke up, he felt extremely tired and it was difficult to move a finger. He looked at the light coming in through the gap in the curtains in a daze and looked around. This room was completely unfamiliar, but it looked very warm. There were many cartoon pillows and toys, and nice aromatherapy. Wen Qiu got up and took the initiative to pull out the needle of the IV, and then he found that he was wearing Pei Du's pajamas.

After failing to find his phone anywhere, Wen Qiu hesitantly pushed open the door. Outside was a consulting room that was also decorated warmly. A fat middle-aged BETA woman was tending to a pot of daffodils on the windowsill with her back to him.

"Good morning," she turned around and smiled when she heard the noise. "My last name is Wu, you can call me Doctor Wu."

Sure enough, this was a place for psychological treatment. He had actually guessed some things a long time ago, and he had been depressed before, but he was completely out of control yesterday, which made him a little panic.

"Why am I here?" Wen Qiu was a little alert and took a step back and leaned against the door.

"Mr. Pei sent you here." said Doctor Wu.

Wen Qiu frowned, "Where are the others?"

"He's waiting outside." Doctor Wu pointed to the main door, then smiled and pointed to the balcony door. "Don't worry, I have two doors here. If you don't want to see him, just sneak out from there. I'll cover for you."

She was a very friendly person. Wen Qiu couldn't help but be infected by her smile and relaxed a little. "Actually, there is no need for treatment. I was like that because something happened to me. I've always been very normal..."

"There is no difference between 'normal' and 'abnormal,'" Dr. Wu said gently, "but your brain may be sick, so you should let a professional doctor take a look. Just like a toothache, just enduring it will not make it better. Only after treatment and eliminating the lesion will the pain go away in the future."

Brain...sick? Wen Qiu curled his hands in the sleeves of his pajamas and looked down at the small floral carpet under his feet. Normally, he would definitely resist seeing a psychologist, but when he opened his eyes, he was here, and he couldn't help but feel like "I'm here now".

Doctor Wu asked him to sit down and asked, "Milk or coffee?"

"milk."

Doctor Wu poured a cup of hot milk and added sugar to it. He also prepared a handful of animal-shaped cookies and a bowl of fresh strawberries. Then, Doctor Wu sat down opposite him without any paper or pen in his hand. "Don't worry, I won't ask you to fill out a lot of forms. Let's just chat."

Dr. Wu also assured him with her professional ethics that this conversation was absolutely confidential and she would not reveal the details to anyone, including Pei Du.

Wen Qiu gradually relaxed, and started with daily gossip, and unconsciously talked a lot with Dr. Wu. He did not tell any secrets about himself, and Dr. Wu did not intend to explore, but was somewhere between a considerate friend and a professional doctor, guiding him to slowly open up, and then gave him some professional advice.

The treatment became a pleasant and relaxing thing. After talking about it, it seemed that the pent-up emotions in my heart had dissipated a lot. Almost an hour later, Wen Qiu lazily curled up on the sofa, stuffing strawberries into his mouth, and felt that his mood was not so bad.

Dr. Wu winked at him, pointed at the front door, and then pointed at the balcony door.

Wen Qiu curled his lips and said, "Let him in."

I waited all night, which showed my perseverance.

Doctor Wu opened the door, and Pei Du walked in immediately, as if he had been waiting there for a long time. He was exhausted from not sleeping all night, and his expression was still extremely nervous and anxious. The scene of Wen Qiu's sudden illness yesterday was engraved in his mind, making him unable to rest.

Then he saw Wen Qiu curled up on the sofa, buried in a pile of stuffed toys. The early morning sun illuminated his fair face and the slightly red corners of his eyes - that was evidence that he had cried yesterday. But a new day had arrived, and he was glowing with a soft, bright light like dawn.

The anxiety and worry of the night were suddenly soothed, and a long-lost peace and joy emerged in his heart. He knew that he was rejected, but just seeing Wen Qiu sitting here well, he felt extremely fortunate and satisfied.

"Good morning." He greeted with a smile.

Wen Qiu looked up and glanced at him, then lowered his head to play with the whiskers on the pillow. He would not lose control of his emotions like he did yesterday, so his expression was just four words - I don't want to pay attention to him.

Pei Du didn't care and went up to talk to Doctor Wu. Doctor Wu stood by the window and chatted with him for a while without avoiding the patient.

Although Wen Qiu didn't listen intentionally, he still caught words such as "depression", "anxiety" and "somatization".

Pei Du nodded frequently and recorded various medical instructions on his mobile phone. Then he walked to Wen Qiu, bent down and asked, "Do you like chatting with Doctor Wu?"

"Ah."

"How about once a week from now on, for about an hour each time, just chatting casually like today?"

"it is good."

"You may need to take medication to assist in treatment. I've asked about it, and since your illness isn't serious, you can take medication with minimal side effects. As long as you stick to the medication and treatment and keep a good mood, you'll get better soon."

Wen Qiu was still somewhat resistant, because he had heard that kind of medicine would make people stupid and slow, but Dr. Wu had just said that his brain was sick and he shouldn't be afraid to see a doctor. He agreed sullenly, "I understand."

"Okay, let's go home." Pei Du's eyes curved and he stretched out his hand to him.

Wen Qiu ignored the hand and walked to the door to change his shoes. Just as he was about to squat down, his vision suddenly went dark and his body swayed.

Pei Du walked up to him silently, knelt on one knee to help him tie his shoelaces. Wen Qiuqing couldn't help but shrink his feet, and his ankle was grabbed. The force was not strong, but it did not leave him any room to retreat.

After tying his shoelaces, Pei Du looked up and asked, "Are you still dizzy?"

"It's okay, I just have a little hypoglycemia." Wen Qiu turned his eyes away. He was not used to looking down at Pei Du, and he didn't know how to face the worry and concern in those eyes. He thought silently in his heart: You really care about me now.

Pei Du stood up and said nothing more. He just thought of the slender ankle that he could hold with one hand just now, and his worries deepened.

Doctor Wu also grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into Wen Qiu's hand with concern, "Take good care of yourself."

"Thank you, doctor." Wen Qiu thanked him and took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth. After saying goodbye to Dr. Wu, he followed Pei Du out the door, got into his car, and let him take him home.

They were silent all the way. When they stood at the door of their house, Wen Qiucai said, "Thank you for finding a doctor for me. I will pay for the consultation myself."

"Your illness is my responsibility, so this is what I should do. I will take care of you during this time..."

"Pei Du," Wen Qiu interrupted him impatiently, "I thought I made it very clear yesterday. I don't need you."

"I made it very clear yesterday." Pei Du's voice was calm. He had thought a lot of things through in one night. "I like you. I want to put a ring on your finger and marry you. If you don't believe me, I can say it a thousand times."

Wen Qiu was silent. Pei Du sometimes made people feel that he was aloof and difficult to approach, but he never lied to them.

If he says he likes you, then he definitely likes you; if he says he wants to get married, then he definitely wants to get married.

If it hadn't come too late, it would have been a confession so affectionate that it would have made people want to cry.

"Not all likes can be reciprocated," Wen Qiu leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms and looked at him, "Master, the world will not always revolve around you."

"That's true. I thought about it for a long time last night and realized that there is still a very important step I haven't taken before confessing my love to you." Pei Du said frankly, "So from today on, I will do my best to pursue you until you agree."

"What if I never agree?" Wen Qiu looked at him provocatively.

Pei Du smiled slightly and said, "Then I will chase you for the rest of my life."

(End of this chapter)