The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

The days passed peacefully, and Wen Qiu felt more fulfilled and happy than ever before. His studies, career, and family all made him happy. Even Dr. Wu praised him for the improvement in his condition and said he could reduce his medication appropriately.

Little Zhiliao has recently become fond of drawing. He often lies on the floor of the huge sunroom in Pei Du's house, drawing with crayons.

For this little baby, Pei Du hired professional nannies, nutritionists, and early childhood teachers, a total of seven or eight people. But they were elusive and only appeared when needed. There was also a security team, which was even more like a ghost. It was not until Li Tianchang accidentally told Wen Qiu that he knew that the professional security team of more than 24 people was closely ensuring their safety hours a day.

Wen Qiu couldn't help but feel that Pei Du was a little overprotective, but after what had happened before, he didn't reject it in his heart. Instead, he felt very safe.

He thought everything was getting better until a trivial incident happened that day.

That day, Xiao Zhiliao was drawing, and Wen Qiu was sitting on the bean bag sofa reading a script. After a while, he rubbed his sore shoulders and looked up, only to find an astonishing scene: Xiao Zhiliao was flying all over the sky, and the crayons were drawn all over the floor and the snow-white wall!
The messy crayon marks on the white wall were extremely glaring. Wen Qiu hurriedly took a wet tissue to wipe them, but the stains became bigger and bigger and turned into a noticeable stain.

He was furious for some reason and couldn't help but raise his voice to Xiao Zhiliao: "Who told you to paint on the wall? Is this what I usually teach you?"

The little cicada stood there at a loss, with tears in his eyes, and was about to cry.

"Why are you crying?" Wen Qiu slapped his butt in annoyance. "This is not your home. You made such a beautiful house dirty. Uncle Pei will be angry. You have to apologize to him later, understand?"

"Hmm..." Little Zhiliao bit her lips and couldn't hold back, so big tears fell.

Wen Qiu was stunned for a moment. He had never been so mean to children before, but now he felt that the crying was particularly harsh. It made his head hurt and he felt inexplicably irritated and depressed.

"Don't cry. Can crying alone solve the problem?" He lectured with a stern face, "This is not the first time you have made the wall dirty, and this is not in your own home. You are just causing trouble for others..."

"What's wrong?" Pei Du walked in following the sound of crying and saw the scene in front of him.

Wen Qiu quickly looked up at him and explained awkwardly: "Xiao Zhiliao was drawing and accidentally stained the floor and walls..."

He patted Xiao Zhile's butt again, and Xiao Zhile started to cry and said, "I'm sorry, Pei Susu, I was wrong, ah ah..."

Pei Du of course noticed the stain and wondered what the big deal was. "It's okay, just ask Auntie to clean it up."

He felt that Wen Qiu was too harsh on the baby, so he knelt on the ground, pulled the little Zhiliao over to hug him, and wiped away his tears with his big hands, "It's okay, it's okay, be a real man, don't cry."

Little Zhiliao was already very close to him, so he hugged his arms and buried his crying little face in his arms and acted coquettishly.

"Don't spoil the child too much. He still needs to be educated, otherwise he will be spoiled." Wen Qiu said, and quickly raised his head and glanced at him, looking as if he was relieved.

Pei Du suddenly realized something and his body stiffened - he realized that Wen Qiu was looking at his expression.

He was afraid that he would get tired of this "non-blood-related" child, so he insisted that the child apologize; he overreacted because he was nervous and worried.

This sudden realization made him feel so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe, as if an extremely thin and long needle had pierced into the deepest part of his soul, causing deep and intense pain.

"It's really okay, you did nothing wrong..." He hugged the child tightly, not knowing who he was talking to.

He is the one who should be punished and tortured. It is his selfishness and meanness that have made his wife and children suffer this.

What about confessing? Telling the whole truth now - like playing Russian roulette, putting a loaded gun to your head, pulling the trigger, waiting for an outcome where you might lose everything?

Pei Du blinked slowly, his gaze falling into nothingness.

"What's wrong?" Wen Qiu raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Pei Du was always distracted recently.

"I'm thinking about how to make you apologize." Pei Du narrowed his eyes.

"Well, what did I do wrong?"

"Your mistake is that you didn't consider yourself the master of this house," Pei Du stretched out his hand and hooked his neck, "So you have to kiss me a hundred times to show your apology."

Wen Qiu was pulled to him unexpectedly, and was hugged and kissed several times by the man. He smiled and pushed him away: "Don't make trouble, the child is here..."

"He is still young." Pei Du held his cheeks and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead and eyes.

Little Zhiliao was so angry that he screamed, Uncle Pei was good in every way, but he loved to bully his dad the most! He punched Pei Du with his little fist, but suddenly he smelled a very good smell - different from his dad's, it was a cool and light breath, but it made him feel dizzy... Little Zhiliao sniffed, and suddenly his collar was lifted up, and the evil ALPHA hugged him in her arms. Suddenly his vision was dark and drowned by the chest muscles, and he only heard the bad man's shameless voice coming from above his head: "Now he can't see, can I kiss him casually?"

"Hey, why are you becoming more and more clingy lately..."

"I love you, Qiuqiu."

"Mmmmm...I love you too."

Soon, the sweet floral scent of Daddy and the cold breath of the bad guy intertwined and filled his nostrils. The little cicada curled up comfortably and fell asleep at the speed of light in the pleasant smell, drooling all over the bad guy's chest.

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Dr. Wu came this week and recommended a new treatment for them.

Simply put, it is to release the accumulated pressure in the patient's heart through intimate conversations between partners.

Doctor Wu specifically told Pei Du that Wen Qiu was a very defensive person, so he had to patiently guide him from the shallow to the deep, allowing him to slowly pour out his pain. He had to carefully remove all the sharp impurities in the vase, so that he could repair the broken vase.

So after discussing with Wen Qiu, Pei Du increased the weekly therapy time, which he called "one secret for another" - they must tell each other something unknown about themselves, without reservation or concealment.

The location was chosen to be their study, a place that made Wen Qiu feel safe. He sat on his small sofa, hugging a pillow, and Pei Du sat cross-legged on the cushion opposite him. This deliberately lowered posture could also invisibly reduce OMEGA's nervousness.

The first topic chosen was childhood.

Doctor Wu once did a psychoanalysis for Wen Qiu, diving deep into his consciousness to explore the causes of his subconscious personality. Everything can be traced back to his childhood, some things he himself has a vague impression of, but they have profoundly affected his personality.

The first person to tell the story was Pei Du. He told the story of his family in full and without reservation. In a tone not without irony, he introduced the various men and women, his cold and despotic father, his crazy and miserable mother, and his young and ignorant sister whom he had to protect.

"When I was about 17 or 18 years old, I once fought with my father for my mother." Pei Du said, "At that time, I was already taller than Pei Zhixuan. Guess who won in the end?"

Wen Qiu thought about it. After seeing Pei Du's fighting power, he didn't think this guy would lose. "You?"

"No, I lost, and I was beaten badly, with a bloody head." Pei Du smiled, "Of course, I did it on purpose. I hid a camera and recorded the video of him beating me up. I was naive at the time and thought my mother could file for divorce on the grounds of domestic violence."

Wen Qiu was stunned for a moment. He could almost guess what happened next.

"At that time, my mother often came to me to cry, saying that she couldn't live any longer and wanted to end her relationship with that man. I had made an agreement with her that I would help her escape from this misery, so I stupidly rushed up to her and got beaten up.

"You know what happened? I woke up in a semi-coma in the hospital and heard my mother say to my father, 'Don't mind the child being immature. We are of one mind. Husband, go abroad and relax first. I will do some ideological work for A-Du here...'"

"How disgusting..." Wen Qiuguang became angry when he heard this.

Pei Du put his hand on Wen Qiu's knee, "At that time, I felt that people choose their own paths. Some people suffer so much because they deserve it. It was probably after that time that I gradually drew a line between myself and my parents and no longer had any expectations of them - am I an incompetent son?"

Wen Qiu said seriously: "No, I think you are more sober than anyone else."

However, for a child who has not yet reached adulthood, giving up family ties must be a painful and decisive experience.

"What about you? How are your parents?" Pei Du looked up at him.

Wen Qiu hesitated and said, "When I was about nine years old, I gradually realized that my parents didn't seem to like me."

He discovered this more than ten years ago, but never told anyone about it. It is difficult to admit that you are not loved by your parents, as if you have been rootless like a grass since birth.

"Well, not every parent is qualified to be a parent." Pei Du said.

"And they didn't love each other either. They always quarreled, non-stop..." Wen Qiu's memory went back to the distant past, and the scene of that day appeared in almost every nightmare of his. "Once, we seemed to have finished eating outside, and they started quarreling for some reason. They got into the car one after another and slammed the door. I didn't even have time to get in the car, but no one remembered my existence, and Dad just drove away."

"..." Pei Du actually left a 9-year-old child alone. He scolded Wen Jierui a thousand times in his heart. But his face was very gentle. He held Wen Qiu's hand tightly and said softly, "Are you scared?"

"I was scared to death. I was left alone in the parking lot. I ran after the cars desperately, fell down, got up, cried and shouted loudly, but they drove away quickly. I lost my way, so I wandered around everywhere. I actually found my way back home by relying on the landmarks I remembered. Isn't that amazing?"

"Well, our Qiuqiu has been smart since she was young."

"I found my home and found my mother crying in her room, and my father drove out to drink alone - no one of them noticed that I was missing." Wen Qiu smiled, "Doesn't it sound incredible?"

"..." Pei Du was so distressed that he couldn't speak. He thought that at least in the first fifteen years of his life, Wen Qiu was loved in that wealthy family, but it seemed that was not the case.

"My mother is very beautiful, and everyone around him is obsessed with him, but he has no heart and doesn't know how to love." Wen Qiu leaned back on the sofa and sighed deeply, "Dad probably hates him, so he hates me too."

Children are the most sensitive to emotions, which is actually the deepest reason why he is unwilling to accept Wen Jierui. It was not just the misunderstanding at the age of 18, but even earlier in the past, he could always feel his father's indifference and alienation towards him.

"In fact, I have almost forgotten everything about my childhood, but I am worried about myself, whether I will inherit the genes of my parents." Wen Qiu said with great self-blame, "A few days ago, I saw Xiao Zhiliao did something wrong. My first reaction was to get angry and scolded him until he cried... I am very afraid that I will become like my parents, and become someone who is indifferent and harsh to their children..."

"No, Qiuqiu, you are completely different from them. You are an amazing father." Pei Du's self-blame would only be deeper than his. "People can't choose where they are born, but fortunately, people will grow up slowly and have the ability to break away from their original families and find people who are truly worthy of love."

Pei Du spoke in a serious manner, like a psychiatrist. Wen Qiu couldn't help laughing and bent down to kiss him on the forehead. "Well, so I found you and Xiaozhi."

Pei Du touched his forehead, which still had a warm breath, and looked at him seriously: "Thank you for finding me, Qiuqiu, I like you..."

This guy, why is he more and more fond of saying corny words recently? Wen Qiu felt a little embarrassed, as if the roles had reversed. Obviously, he was the one who liked to confirm his feelings over and over again before, but he didn't know since when Pei Du became the confession maniac.

Pei Du put his hands on his knees and looked at him eagerly, like a persistent wolfhound who would not give up until he got a response. Wen Qiu had no choice but to reply in the same cheesy tone: "Well, I love you too."

After the first week of therapy, Wen Qiu felt particularly relaxed. Perhaps telling secrets did have a detoxifying effect. He was also very sure that he was loved. No matter how shameful he was, Pei Du would tolerate him unconditionally. If he did something wrong and accidentally became an unqualified father, Pei Du would definitely correct him with tolerance.

As long as Pei Du is around, maybe one day he will be able to heal all the scars on his body and live a carefree, healthy and happy life like before.

(End of this chapter)