Chapter 37: The Dog Raised by Song Yuqing

Chapter 37: Song Yuqing's Pet

Qi Ran didn't want to turn to Qi Zhengqing for help, but he had no right to intervene.

Only Qi Zhengqing, Song Yuqing's nominal husband, had the authority to do so.

If Qi Zhengqing stepped in and ended up bearing Song Yuqing's anger or earning his dislike, it would be Qi Zhengqing's own fault.

The Alpha's fingers lightly tapped the armrest, his gaze icy.

What would he go back for?

Song Yuqing was cold toward him, didn't acknowledge him as his husband, and was keeping a lover on the side.

At home… he also had a lover.

He was willing to indulge Song Yuqing, to give him freedom.

Qi Zhengqing responded indifferently, "Not going back."

Qi Ran: "…"

Qi Zhengqing actually wasn’t going to intervene. Qi Ran found it somewhat unbelievable.

Song Yuqing spoke coldly, "No need. Get out."

Song Yuqing might as well have written "Don’t make me hit you" on his face. He lifted his eyelids to look over, his usually cold face appearing somewhat drawn.

Song Yuqing himself hadn’t noticed that his health wasn't optimal.

Pei Huai was even more unwilling to leave. Song Yuqing’s husband wasn’t home—what was wrong with him helping look after Song Yuqing's wife? Why should Qi Zhengqing blame him? If Qi Zhengqing had any sense, he should be thanking him.

"Brother, your husband isn’t home…" Xiao Jinshi was also persistent. "No matter what we do, he won’t know."

What would it feel like to tempt Song Yuqing into cheating?

Probably, when secretly doing such things, excitement and thrill would peak together.

Just thinking about being able to kiss Song Yuqing on Qi Zhengqing’s bed, to kiss and lick him over and over, to watch Song Yuqing become bewildered with desire, Xiao Jinshi couldn’t contain his excitement.

He also wanted to grab Song Yuqing’s ankle and draw him into depravity again and again.

Xiao Jinshi was deep in thought when Song Yuqing hit him twice more. "Get out."

The two Alphas were kicked out by Song Yuqing one after the other, and could only stand at the door staring longingly.

Song Yuqing: "…"

They're all crazy.

Not sleeping at night, all running here.

He knew what Pei Huai was thinking, but as for Xiao Jinshi, that curly-haired mutt… it wasn’t all that surprising.

But Song Yuqing felt that Xiao Jinshi was more driven by a desire for fun; compared to liking him, Xiao Jinshi pursued thrill more.

Song Yuqing sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit dizzy. Perhaps Pei Huai’s jinx had spoken true—he seemed to really have caught a cold.

Song Yuqing poured himself a glass of water. The water was already cold, and the chill slowly seeped into his lungs, making him slightly more alert.

Ye Siling also sneaked into the Qi residence. At night, apart from a faint light on the third floor of the mansion, the Qi residence was pitch black everywhere.

It didn’t look like the estate of an upper-class family, but rather… a lonely graveyard.

As the wind blew past, Ye Siling only felt a chill down his spine, but this slight cold didn’t deter him.

Ye Siling crept quietly into the building that seemed devoid of life. It was still very quiet. Ye Siling couldn’t help but wonder: With it so quiet, hadn’t Song Yuqing caused a scene about Pei Huai sneaking in?

What were they doing now?

Could it be that…

Song Yuqing was lying on the bed he shared with Qi Zhengqing. The light spilled down, falling on Song Yuqing’s jade-like fair body. Song Yuqing’s gaze was indifferent, but Pei Huai, that dog, knelt before Song Yuqing’s bed, servicing him…

Only occasionally, when unable to hold back, would a sound escape from his throat, his well-defined fingers gripping Pei Huai’s hair.

The quieter it was around, the more Ye Siling felt that Pei Huai was doing something very unacceptable to Song Yuqing.

That bastard, seducing his junior brother to cheat.

But what could he do?

He couldn’t secretly record footage of his junior brother with Pei Huai and use it to threaten his junior brother into being with him too, could he?

Thinking of this, Ye Siling’s expression darkened. He wasn’t an Alpha without scruples to that extent.

He wouldn’t do something so despicable to embarrass Song Yuqing.

Ye Siling’s hand was already on the doorknob. The strength in his hand tightened bit by bit, and his heart beat faster and faster, unsure whether he was anticipating or dreading the scene he was about to witness.

The door pushed open. Before Ye Siling could clearly see the scene inside, a pillow was thrown at him.

Song Yuqing: "…"

Ye Siling?

Song Yuqing nearly laughed in anger. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared at the door that had closed again. He would just sit here today and see who else came.

Wasn’t Qi Zhengqing dead yet?

Were they already lining up?

Ye Siling held the pillow. The pillow that had been thrown at him seemed to still carry the cold fragrance from Song Yuqing’s body. Meanwhile, Song Yuqing, sitting on the edge of the bed, was dressed in cotton loungewear, appearing a bit less cold than usual and a bit softer.

His pale face was faintly flushed, as if he had a slight fever.

His eyes held a hint of moisture, but when he looked at people, he still seemed fierce.

A sickly but even more assertive kitten.

Because of his illness, his strength had drastically declined, so he could only forcefully put on a fierce front to scare away those who coveted him.

Sure enough, the next second, Song Yuqing’s lightly closed long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and his thin lips parted to say, "Get out too."

Ye Siling softened his tone. "Qingqing, you seem sick. I won’t do anything. I’ll just come in to see you. To look after you."

"I’m not a bastard like Pei Huai. I won’t only think about doing that kind of thing with you."

Pei Huai, who had just come upstairs with hot water, was met head-on with this stream of provocative remarks, and his anger instantly flared up. "Damn it, who are you slandering? How am I only thinking about that kind of thing?"

He wanted to be with Song Yuqing, wanted Song Yuqing to kiss him, but since Song Yuqing was feeling unwell, he hadn't even considered such a thing.

Pei Huai took one look at Ye Siling’s expression and understood everything clearly. All that talk about treating him like a brother and sharing information with him—it was all just using him as a pawn.

All that talk about looking down on the other men—in reality, Ye Siling was just jealous that he had become one of them.

Xiao Jinshi, who had been crouching in the corner watching the drama, suddenly let out a scornful laugh. "Stop arguing. You’re all just shameless rivals lusting after my brother."

"You're all equally pathetic."

Qi Ran stood nearby, his face dark and gloomy.

Song Yuqing rested his chin in his hand, his voice cold and slightly unsteady. "All of you, get the hell out."

Everyone: "..."

Ye Siling was also shut outside the door. Xiao Jinshi continued with a cold laugh, "I thought you’d be able to get in. Looks like you’re no different—brother doesn’t like any of you either."

A bunch of trash, thinking they’re worthy of coveting Song Yuqing. What kind of trash thinks they can climb into Song Yuqing’s bed?

88: "Qingqing, you should sleep. I’ll guard the door for you."

Song Yuqing shook his head, his hand still supporting his chin. He’d wait a little longer, see how many more shameless faces would show up.

Qi Zhengqing arrived home and walked to his bedroom door, only to lock eyes with the row of rivals lined up outside.

Qi Ran dug his fingernails into his palm. I thought you weren't coming back? Why are you back now?

Song Yuqing wouldn’t let Pei Huai or the others in, and he wouldn’t let Qi Ran in either.

At this moment, Qi Ran’s feelings were conflicted. He hoped Song Yuqing would let someone in to take care of him, but he didn’t want Song Yuqing to let anyone else in besides himself.

Ye Siling: "Your partner is sick, and you went out partying instead. You’re truly useless."

"If you can’t be Song Yuqing’s husband, then just get a divorce."

Some people really want to be Song Yuqing’s husband.

Qi Zhengqing shot a glance at Ye Siling, his gaze sharp and tangible, bearing down with the authority of a superior.

Yet Ye Siling met Qi Zhengqing’s gaze head-on without backing down.

Qi Zhengqing didn’t speak to the other men. He pushed the door open.

Everyone watched Qi Zhengqing’s movements, waiting for Song Yuqing to turn him away just like the rest.

As they expected, a pillow came hurling at him.

Pei Huai sneered. He thought Qi Zhengqing was somehow different from them, with his legitimate status, but in the end, he was just like them—rejected.

Song Yuqing rested his chin in his hand, without even looking up. "That’s enough. You too, get out."

"It's me."

The man’s voice was deep and firm.

Only then did Song Yuqing lift his head slightly. Seeing it was Qi Zhengqing, he let out a soft "Mm," his voice low, like a kitten’s soft meow.

It sent a tingling sensation through the heart.

Song Yuqing: "Come in."

It was Qi Zhengqing’s room, after all. He couldn't exactly keep him out.

Qi Zhengqing walked over, reaching to touch Song Yuqing’s head, but Song Yuqing dodged.

Qi Zhengqing gently grasped Song Yuqing’s neck, stopping him from avoiding. "Don’t fuss. Let me check."

The Alpha’s voice wasn’t stern; it carried a coaxing tone.

He had a fever. His ears were even flushed red.

Qi Zhengqing went to the medicine cabinet to get medicine and reminded Song Yuqing, "The medicine kit is in the left-hand drawer. Remember to look here for medicine if you get sick again."

Song Yuqing didn’t look at Qi Zhengqing, just nodded absently.

He should have brought a caretaker robot back to take care of him.

"Should I call a doctor?"

Song Yuqing: "No need. Some medicine and sleep will do."

Song Yuqing was already used to not seeing a doctor when he was sick. When he was with his mother, he didn’t dare to get sick. If he unfortunately fell ill, it would only burden his mother more. Later, when that woman brought him home, she wouldn’t call a doctor for him if he got sick. She wouldn’t let him die, but she would let him suffer.

Now, it was just a mild fever. It would go away overnight, no need for a doctor.

Qi Zhengqing respected Song Yuqing’s opinion. "Then take your medicine and get some sleep. If the fever hasn’t gone down by tonight, I’ll call a doctor."

"Mm." Song Yuqing nodded.

"Sleep. I’ll be here. No one will disturb you."

After tucking Song Yuqing in, Qi Zhengqing sat down beside him.

Song Yuqing didn’t speak, but he was clearly less resistant to his presence. Qi Zhengqing brought over some rubbing alcohol and wiped Song Yuqing’s palms and neck to bring his temperature down.

Song Yuqing suddenly asked Qi Zhengqing, "Should you wipe the inner thighs too?"

Qi Zhengqing’s movements paused slightly. He met those watery eyes and suddenly caught a hint of teasing in the young man’s gaze.

Song Yuqing didn’t say anything, but Qi Zhengqing understood his meaning.

Song Yuqing thought he was putting on an act, thinking it was ridiculous that he was playing the part of the dutiful husband now, when he usually didn’t care about anything.

Qi Zhengqing remained serious, as if he hadn’t detected the teasing in his tone. "If you want, I can wipe there too."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing shut his mouth.

Damn Alpha.

Qi Zhengqing suddenly let out a soft, light chuckle, only to be shot a glare by Song Yuqing the next second.

Song Yuqing: "When you’re lying on your deathbed someday, I’ll take care of you just like this too."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Never one to come out short.

Qi Zhengqing grasped Song Yuqing's ankle. "Spread your legs. I'll clean your groin."

Song Yuqing kicked Qi Zhengqing's hand with one foot, while the other ankle was also caught by the Alpha's large hand. Qi Zhengqing casually wiped the alcohol onto that pale, delicate foot.

A cool sensation slowly crept up from the sole of his foot, and the Beta was so stimulated that his arch tensed, like a finely drawn bow.

Qi Zhengqing's gaze fell on those beautiful feet—so beautiful, every curve exquisite.

Under Song Yuqing's watchful eyes, ready to snap at any moment, Qi Zhengqing ultimately did not wipe his groin. If he dared, Song Yuqing would dare to kick him out to join the other men outside.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing: "When you die, I'll mourn at your graveside."

Qi Zhengqing: "...Thank you."

It'd be a mercy if he didn’t let the other men cry at his grave together.

Song Yuqing felt a bit drowsy, his eyelids fluttering lightly as he closed his eyes. He murmured softly, "You're welcome. I'm tired, I'll sleep for a while."

"Mm."

Qi Zhengqing watched Song Yuqing sleep, occasionally gently wiping his palms and neck.

The sleeping Song Yuqing was very well-behaved, very obedient, and also looked fragile.

Like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment, his fluttering eyelids resembling a dying butterfly. It made one want to keep watching him, afraid that if they dozed off even for a moment, Song Yuqing would disappear before their eyes.

He had originally intended to wash his hands of Song Yuqing's affairs. Since Song Yuqing wanted to be with Qi Ran like that, he no longer wanted to interfere or pay attention to Song Yuqing.

When Qi Ran called him, that was how he felt.

But somehow, he had returned anyway.

Now, it seemed fortunate that he came back.

To come back and take care of Song Yuqing.

To come back and learn that those other men were merely unrequited admirers.

Qi Zhengqing didn’t know whether Song Yuqing would have other lovers in the future.

But it wasn’t very important. Perhaps he wouldn’t live to see Song Yuqing cheat—he might just end up with Song Yuqing crying at his grave.

He also didn’t know if, on that day, Song Yuqing would shed a single genuine tear for him.

Four Alphas took turns eavesdropping at the door, and all of them looked grim.

Especially Pei Huai. As an S+ Alpha, Pei Huai was not only psychically powerful but also had heightened senses.

Hearing Qi Zhengqing say, "Spread your legs…"

Pei Huai’s mind went blank. He couldn’t hear anything else Qi Zhengqing said after that.

What did that mean?

Didn’t Qi Zhengqing know Song Yuqing was unwell?

What was he doing? What required spreading…?

Pei Huai was so angry his eyes reddened. He desperately wanted to rush in and strangle Qi Zhengqing, that old man. Song Yuqing was running a fever—what was that bastard Qi Zhengqing doing?

A fever would make his insides feel hot, but Qi Zhengqing shouldn’t exploit that and do such things to Song Yuqing now.

His knuckles cracked audibly as he clenched his fists.

Ye Siling wondered, was it what he thought? Were Qi Zhengqing and Song Yuqing getting intimate in the room?

But why were there no other sounds? Yet it seemed just like Song Yuqing’s character—even in the midst of rough lovemaking, amid a room filled with intimacy, what would Song Yuqing do? Bite his own hand to stay silent.

If he were Qi Zhengqing, he might offer his own hand for Song Yuqing to bite, but he’d probably get slapped for it.

Song Yuqing would stubbornly resist, remaining tough until the very depths, when a muffled sound might escape.

But after being bullied to sleep, his brows and eyes would carry a coldness, though his face would still bear the lingering flush of passion. Only by planting a stealthy kiss on his lips while he slept could one avoid his cold treatment.

Xiao Jinshi was fuming, especially after Qi Zhengqing deliberately released a provocative pheromone. Alphas usually didn’t release pheromones; doing so typically meant they were engaging in intimate acts with their partners, comforting them.

Brother…

How could Brother be so easily obtained by such an Alpha? Just because they were lawfully wedded, did that mean they could do such things?

No one else could. Xiao Jinshi could accept it easily, could bide his time.

But no one else was allowed—only Qi Zhengqing. It drove Xiao Jinshi insane with jealousy.

Qi Ran, standing nearby, also looked grim. Qi Zhengqing’s pheromones pressed down heavily, expelling all the Alphas there, warning them away.

But even though the Alphas were uncomfortable under the pressure, none were willing to leave.

They remained guarding the door until the next morning.

The bedroom door opened from the inside, and Qi Zhengqing stepped out. Pei Huai threw a punch at him, but Qi Zhengqing dodged. The Alpha was filled with ferocity, his eyes bloodshot. "Are you even human? He’s still sick! What did you do to him?"

He couldn’t even imagine—with Song Yuqing in such a state, how could Qi Zhengqing force his way in?

Even to the point of… How could Song Yuqing endure it?

After Qi Zhengqing dodged, Pei Huai went at him again. The sound of the two Alphas fighting was clear. Pei Huai tried to strangle Qi Zhengqing, but Qi Zhengqing kicked him in the abdomen. The tremendous force pierced through Pei Huai’s body, sending his back crashing against the wall with a dull thud.

Pei Huai felt as if his internal organs were rattled, and a streak of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.

Pei Huai knew he was no match for Qi Zhengqing, but the thought of what Qi Zhengqing had done to Song Yuqing made him wish they could die together.

Pei Huai staggered to his feet. "Qi Zhengqing, you think I’m afraid of you?"

As he spoke, he prepared to lunge at Qi Zhengqing again.

Qi Zhengqing’s cold gaze swept over him. Even though Pei Huai was an S+ Alpha, without formal training, Qi Zhengqing didn’t take him seriously.

Still, it must have taken Song Yuqing considerable effort to rein in such a wild Alpha.

If he killed a dog raised by Song Yuqing, Song Yuqing would be furious. There was no need to upset Song Yuqing.

"Know your place and scram." Qi Zhengqing lifted his eyes, which held an intense, oppressive pressure. "For Song Yuqing’s sake, I'll let you live."

Pei Huai heard Song Yuqing's name from another Alpha and was momentarily stunned.

Especially upon hearing Qi Zhengqing's words, "out of respect for Song Yuqing."

Since last night, he had been wondering why Song Yuqing would be willing.

Song Yuqing was not the type to be forced; if he were unwilling, even if Qi Zhengqing tried to force it, it would likely end in chaos. If Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing had clashed last night, he would have rushed in without hesitation.

Now, thinking back to Qi Zhengqing's earlier words about doing this out of respect for Song Yuqing,

Pei Huai had a suspicion: Could it be that Song Yuqing agreed to Qi Zhengqing touching him because of him—to prevent Qi Zhengqing from causing trouble for him?

The thought that Song Yuqing might have sacrificed for him made Pei Huai even angrier, and he moved to attack Qi Zhengqing again. "Did you threaten Qingqing?"

"Pei Huai, stop causing a scene." Song Yuqing's voice suddenly rang out. Pei Huai turned to look at Song Yuqing, who still seemed somewhat frail.

The Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: Pei Dog has gone mad.

Pei Dog: My wife slept with another man for my sake. I’ve failed my wife.