Chapter 27: Why Didn’t You Contact Me?

Chapter 27: Why Didn’t You Contact Me

Qi Ran watched Song Yuqing’s face harden and instantly sobered. Song Yuqing had said he liked well-behaved people, and he was being anything but now. Was Song Yuqing starting to dislike him?

All the grievances in his heart morphed into fear.

He was afraid Song Yuqing would abandon him, afraid Song Yuqing would ignore him.

The nearly 1.9-meter-tall alpha stood before Song Yuqing like a lost puppy. "Papa, I was wrong. I won’t do it again."

"I won’t ask anymore."

The alpha tilted his head up, staring at Song Yuqing, his downturned eyes seemingly pleading, as if confessing his mistake.

He reached out to intertwine his fingers with Song Yuqing’s. "Papa, please don’t ignore me."

Song Yuqing grasped Qi Ran’s wrist, lifted his thin eyelids slightly, and then placed his hand on Qi Ran’s head.

The beta’s fingers were soft, his fingertips brushing against the alpha’s hair roots.

Qi Ran kept his head tilted up, staring at Song Yuqing. The moment he received comfort, his possessiveness surged to its peak, yet he no longer dared to show it.

"Papa, I won’t ask again."

Song Yuqing’s gaze was languid. He still found raising an adopted son too troublesome; it seemed he had made this adopted son overly clingy.

But he added offhandedly, "Don’t ask me such questions next time. I don’t like Pei Huai, and I’m not worried about you harming him. Even if you harm him, I won’t blame you."

Pei Huai, who had just woken up and heard Song Yuqing’s words: "…"

This nap was not good. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep again.

Song Yuqing was a ruthless kind of spouse—truly not caring about his life at all.

But Pei Huai only dared to think to himself, wondering why he had fallen into Song Yuqing’s hands.

Song Yuqing didn’t like him at all, didn’t care about him, and only saw him as a convenient alpha tool. If he weren’t a top-grade alpha with valuable pheromones, he could even imagine Song Yuqing not bothering to use him at all.

Song Yuqing glanced at the alpha who had stirred slightly. "If you’re awake, stop pretending to sleep."

Pei Huai: "…"

"I’m as good as dead, leave me alone." The alpha’s tone was sullen. If he was just going to be killed off anyway, why should Song Yuqing care?

Even if he died, Song Yuqing wouldn’t care.

In fact, if he died here from having his pheromones drained, Song Yuqing might even remember that he had killed an alpha and, on holidays, slap his memorial tablet a couple of times.

"Unless you pat my head too," Pei Huai suddenly muttered in a muffled voice.

Song Yuqing: "…"

Qi Ran grabbed Song Yuqing’s wrist, pleading with his eyes, "Papa, he’s dirty. Don’t touch him."

Song Yuqing: "…"

Song Yuqing couldn’t be bothered to watch the two alphas bickering. He shooed both of them to the door and smiled at them—a smile that could almost be considered gentle.

The beta was already stunningly beautiful, and his icy demeanor was inexplicably alluring. Now, with a slight curl of his lips, he looked even more irresistible, making people want to lean in and lick and kiss him.

Song Yuqing said slowly, "You, each and every one of you, get out."

Before the door closed, both Pei Huai and Qi Ran were momentarily stunned.

Only when the door snapped shut did the two alphas snap back to reality.

They understood: Song Yuqing’s smile never meant others could take advantage. It meant either leave or get beaten.

Song Yuqing kicked both of them out, along with the apple Qi Ran had brought and the hair tie Pei Huai had used to tie Song Yuqing’s hair.

Pei Huai snatched the hair tie, and Qi Ran grabbed the apple.

Pei Huai lowered his head, a slight smile curling his lips as he brought the hair tie Song Yuqing had used to his nose, inhaling the faint scent left on it.

Qi Ran hugged his apple, his eyes dark and gloomy.

Song Yuqing carefully divided the collected pheromones into smaller portions for storage, especially Pei Huai’s—his could be divided into many small portions. By portioning them, he could use as much as needed without repeated freezing and thawing.

Song Yuqing focused on aliquoting them into cryovials. His slender fingers gripped the pipette as he transferred the alpha pheromones into 2 ml cryovials, adding cryoprotectant before sealing all the pheromones in the ultra-low temperature freezer.

After finishing this, Song Yuqing left for class.

That afternoon, there was a public physiology lecture requiring all students to attend.

Such lectures were held almost every semester. The fatal attraction between alphas and Omegas, and the alphas’ sense of entitlement, always prompted the school to emphasize the rules repeatedly.

Although alphas were socially recognized as leaders, in New Zhou, specifically the Central Special District where their school was located, the law explicitly stated that all three genders—alpha, beta, and Omega—were equal in rights. An alpha forcibly marking an Omega while conscious would face criminal charges.

Thus, Victor Academy also arranged such perfunctory physiology lectures.

The large lecture hall had tiered seating, each row higher than the one in front, ensuring even students in the last row could clearly see the podium. It could accommodate over two thousand students from grades 10 to 12 simultaneously.

Song Yuqing sat in the farthest corner, an inconspicuous spot, wearing headphones and reading a book.

But many searching, desiring looks still swept over his neck and the smooth black hair resting on his collarbone.

Today, Song Yuqing was beautiful to an excessive degree—more so than ever before. His hair falling to his collarbone made him even more attention-grabbing, more slender, more elegant, and more aloof.

Pei Huai planted himself right beside Song Yuqing, blocking those probing, coveting gazes.

Song Yuqing gave a faint glance at Pei Huai and beckoned him over.

Pei Huai instinctively leaned in, unable to hide his smile. "What is it?"

"You called me?"

The alpha brought his ear close to Song Yuqing, waiting for him to speak.

He could feel Song Yuqing’s breath, carrying a sweet, lingering fragrance, threads of warm breath brushing against the alpha’s ear, tickling his heart like a feather.

Song Yuqing: "Move farther away from me."

Pei Huai: "…"

Song Yuqing's eyes lowered slightly, and he spoke flatly, "You, a mutt of an alpha who goes around bullying everyone, staying so close to me—do you want everyone to think there's something going on between us?"

Pei Huai wanted to say, aren’t we already in a special relationship?

"Are you worthy?" Song Yuqing's thin lips let three words drop from his lips.

Pei Huai felt it wasn’t about acting along but simply being told he wasn't worthy—a bad dog unworthy of coveting Song Yuqing.

But he still obliged by kicking the chair next to Song Yuqing. With a loud clatter, the chair was sent skidding, drawing everyone’s attention.

Pei Huai sneered coldly, looking at Song Yuqing with disdain and arrogance. "Song Yuqing, don't push your luck when I'm giving you face."

He also kicked over several other chairs nearby, leaving behind nothing but a furious back of his head as he stormed off.

Song Yuqing: "…"

Well.

Total rabid dog vibes.

Gu Jingtang stood on the podium, narrowing his eyes slightly as he watched Song Yuqing, who was still buried in his book, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

Bookworm.

It seems Song Yuqing and Pei Huai are at it again.

Then again, a beta like Song Yuqing, who only knows how to use people and is quick to throw punches, probably finds it hard to get along with anyone.

Won't give it when you want to, won't let you kiss when you want to, won't be soothed when you try to comfort him.

Song Yuqing is just that kind of beta, impossible to get through to.

He really wants to know what could possibly move Song Yuqing.

LZ: Bullying my school beauty wife again!

23L: Qingqing has reached new heights of beauty, and ph can't get a taste so he's losing it again. He was all over him before.

46L: Everyone, vote for my Qingqing! If Qingqing becomes president, he can do anything for everyone.

47L: Can he do me?

48L: Get lost, as if you'd ever get a turn.

78L: So beautiful, I'd love a taste. Can't we have a beautiful president? If I lick President Qingqing, will he slap me?

84L: Unlikely. Qingqing didn't even slap Pei Huai just now.

88L: A major scene of a simp having a meltdown. That bitch dog ph has been trying to get my wife’s attention since the first time he saw her, and every time my wife breaks him.

In a dark corner, Tan Shu, like a rat in the gutter, stared fixedly at the sitting upright Song Yuqing.

His eyes were downcast, his side profile partly hidden by his hair, only vaguely outlining the soft but sharp contours of the beta’s face.

The alpha had lost his usual warmth and composure; he seemed entirely gloomy and depressed. He almost hated Song Yuqing to death.

But seeing Song Yuqing like this, his heart would thump wildly despite his hatred.

Song Yuqing seemed to notice this hate-filled gaze. He could even feel how it clung, like a venomous snake's flickering tongue, licking his skin.

Song Yuqing looked up, meeting the alpha’s gaze, the corners of his lips curling slightly. His soft lips formed a cruel shape—You’re so fun.

For other alphas, this might count as flirting, as innuendo.

But for Tan Shu, it was a role reversal. He had once wanted to place Song Yuqing in a position to be played with. Just the thought of toying with Song Yuqing, even thinking about playing him to death, could make him so excited his scalp prickled.

But now, Song Yuqing was telling him that he was fun.

Play him to death.

Song Yuqing wanted to play him to death.

Yet his heart gradually stirred with excitement. He didn’t even know why—the idea of Song Yuqing toying with him made him excited.

Can prey feel excitement too?

An extreme emotion, a twisted mix of hatred and excitement.

On the podium, Gu Jingtang began explaining physiological knowledge familiar to all alphas, betas, and Omegas—the laws of attraction between A and O, and even the secondary sex characteristics of each gender.

In the ABO world, glands, pheromones, and intimate sexual characteristics are collectively referred to as secondary sex characteristics.

"In our daily lives, Omegas and betas must learn to protect themselves, and alphas must also practice self-restraint."

"Of course, it’s not just about being wary of alphas; betas and Omegas can also be perpetrators of wrongdoing."

"Viktor does not forbid free love, but please keep everything within limits. Do not do anything that violates the laws of New Zhou."

"Alpha secondary sex characteristics…"

"As for betas, their secondary sex characteristics are not very prominent. Male betas are often refined in various aspects. Their glands are small and pink, and their reproductive tracts are also very narrow, tucked inside their soft lower abdomens."

Song Yuqing: "…"

88: "…Don’t be shocked. This is just the style here at Flower Market. It’s considered mild if they’re not calling people up to the podium for a live demonstration."

Usually, it’s about having someone go up on stage for a public display where they touch and explain simultaneously.

Ahem, randomly scaring Song Yuqing, the straight-laced guy.

88 bit back the words on the tip of his tongue. If Gu Jingtang dared to call Song Yuqing up for a demonstration, pointing at his lower abdomen or even pressing down on it to explain, Song Yuqing would probably smash Gu Jingtang’s head right on the podium.

Song Yuqing turned another page of his book. "Not shocked. Sex education is pretty important."

It’s just that Gu Jingtang, that dog, is way too graphic.

"Both Omega and beta reproductive tracts can carry life. But I hope none of you at this age secretly try the *forbidden fruit*."

"At your age, you should focus your energy on studying and future goals—not bringing a life into this world when you can’t even get your own lives under control."

When Gu Jingtang said this, he deliberately looked at Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing: "…"

What a freak.

Qi Ran’s ears burned red as he kept recalling what Gu Jingtang said—beta reproductive tracts are very small.

Was Song Yuqing's small too?

This was something he had never considered before.

The two-hour physiology lecture ended quickly. Song Yuqing had just stepped out of the lecture hall when someone called out to him, "Professor Gu wants to see you."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing: "Understood."

Now that Gu Jingtang was his advisor, it was even more legitimate for him to request Song Yuqing's presence. No one could question the interaction between a teacher and a student, and Song Yuqing had even less reason to refuse.

Gu Jingtang noticed Song Yuqing peripherally. "Wait there briefly. I need to speak with them first."

At this moment, Gu Jingtang actually seemed like a proper teacher, with no trace of his hypocritical nature showing.

In fact, he came across as a strict mentor.

His words alone carried an oppressive weight.

"Do you really think this method of yours will pass?"

"What were you doing last week?"

"If I don’t contact you, you don’t contact me either?"

"Can’t you all spend more time reviewing the literature?"

The students repeatedly tried to argue back, but Gu Jingtang dismissed every argument.

Gu Jingtang turned to Song Yuqing. "What about you? Why haven’t you contacted me?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

A faint sense of hopelessness hung around Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing: "I don’t have your contact information."

Gu Jingtang: "Even without contact information, couldn’t you have come to my office during this time?"

Song Yuqing replied expressionlessly, "Our first group meeting isn’t until tomorrow. I don’t see why I should contact you beforehand."

"If you needed me to come find you, you could have made it clear in your email."

"I would have gone."

The implication was: If you didn’t make it clear, what’s the point of causing a scene now?

The beautiful yet icy beta remained composed and unyielding, not backing down even in front of so many people.

Several alphas who had been criticized harshly by Gu Jingtang silently gave Song Yuqing a thumbs-up in their minds.

Gu Jingtang suddenly let out a cold laugh. "You all can leave now."

Song Yuqing was the first to turn and walk away. "You all"—yes, that included him.

88: "..."

Qingqing, you’re in such a hurry—are you afraid Gu Jingtang will realize and come after you?

But as soon as Song Yuqing stepped out of the office, Gu Jingtang called out to him again, his alpha voice low and commanding. "Song Yuqing, stay behind."

The alpha who had just given Song Yuqing a thumbs-up was now running away at top speed, not forgetting to light a mental candle for Song Yuqing in his heart.

Song Yuqing turned around, his face still showing almost no expression.

Gu Jingtang: "Come here and tell me what you’ve been working on recently."

Song Yuqing: "I’ve reviewed materials, performed operations, and organized my research direction."

Gu Jingtang slightly raised his head, a flicker of interest in his alpha eyes. "Finished reviewing the materials? What operations did you perform? What’s the direction you want to research?"

Song Yuqing answered each question one by one.

Gu Jingtang didn't seem as angry as before and casually asked a few questions to see if Song Yuqing had truly grasped the content from the books.

Song Yuqing’s answers were substantive, proving he hadn’t slacked off the whole week.

Gu Jingtang raised his eyes slightly. "Reconsider your research direction, organize it into a document, and send it to me. The format isn’t important; what matters is the evidence of your thinking. Add me to your contacts later so it’s easier to communicate with me."

Song Yuqing: "Okay."

Gu Jingtang looked at Song Yuqing. The beta student seemed particularly well-behaved today, aside from the two retorts earlier.

Overall, he was quite obedient.

His school uniform was neatly worn, his hair falling softly, long but perfectly styled beside his good-looking face. His lips, usually not curved upward, were naturally closed.

He looked like the kind of well-behaved student any teacher would appreciate.

"I’m not a teacher who is stubborn about minor details. Since you’re working on projects with me, I hope you’ll get familiar with my habits."

"Also, show me your work when reviewing materials."

Song Yuqing: "...Right."

88: "..."

No one can survive their advisor unharmed—not even Song Yuqing.

"By the way, have you collected your alpha’s pheromones?" Gu Jingtang asked casually, like it was just occurring to him.

Song Yuqing finally looked up slightly, his amber eyes meeting Gu Jingtang’s gaze. Surprisingly gentle, and from Gu Jingtang’s perspective, even with a touch of deference, he said, "Mr. Gu, are you going to help me?"

Author's Note:

Sesame Tangyuan Qingqing (sweet on the outside, cunning on the inside): Well-behaved.jpg

No mpreg here, just a kink where the idea of procreation is mentioned when it’s impossible—that’s the vibe.