Chapter 47: Hasn’t He Bitten Here Before?

Chapter 47: He's Never Bitten Here?

T-T: "No."

Qi Zhengqing: "Hmm, got another side piece?"

T-T: "Spying on me?"

Qi Zhengqing: "No, just guessing."

Qi Zhengqing: "I'm coming to check out this new 'dog' of yours."

Song Yuqing didn't reply to Qi Zhengqing again, simply adding his name to the invitation list. Whether Qi Zhengqing showed up or not made little difference to him; his only concern was extending the invitation, Qi Zhengqing's attendance was irrelevant.

Qi Zhengqing sent another message.

Qi Zhengqing: "Will you be performing?"

T-T: "You want to watch?"

Qi Zhengqing: "You're only young once; I just want you to live it up."

Qi Zhengqing: "But if you perform on stage, I'll start looking forward to it from now on."

Looking at Qi Zhengqing's message, Song Yuqing tapped his finger absently on the desk.

T-T: "Then don't look forward to it."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Qi Zhengqing's lips quirked into a slight smile. His assistant was somewhat puzzled why Mr. Qi had been looking at his phone for so long and even showed such a helpless smile.

Qi Zhengqing: "Is there something Qingqing isn't good at?"

T-T: "Tonight at the school auditorium, Mr. Qi."

Qi Zhengqing: "Book me a flight back to the First District."

Assistant: "?"

He didn't really understand. Normally, Mr. Qi wouldn't return to the First District even once a month, but now he's almost made two trips in less than a week.

88: "Qingqing, are you going to..."

Song Yuqing borrowed a guitar, tilting his head slightly, his eyelashes lowered, his fair face showing little expression. "Put on a little performance for Qi Zhengqing."

88: "..."

It seemed he had learned from Qi Zhengqing how to provoke Song Yuqing. Song Yuqing couldn't stand being told he couldn't do something.

I'm worried that next time Qi Zhengqing provokes Song Yuqing by saying, "You wouldn't dare sleep with me," Song Yuqing would decisively take him up on it.

88's mind wandered, that would be way too rash.

Qingqing wouldn't fall for that so easily.

OP: Is Qingqing performing too? I saw Qingqing carrying a guitar to the auditorium.

1L: Probably not, Qingqing isn't on the program list. He's the student council president and needs to run the event, so he likely won't perform.

8L: That's a shame. I envy the student council members who get to have meetings with Qingqing.

18L: Stop being jealous. The president is so efficient, the meetings are over before you've had enough. It's over too soon - leaves you wanting more!

19L: Enough, you at least get to see the president's beauty in person. I'm stuck just drooling over photos.

39L: Speaking of photos, please quit swiping the president's photos from the bulletin board. You guys who wait around to steal them make it look like we're not doing our jobs. You have no idea the way the president looks at incompetence—it gets me going.

40L: Last poster, you're completely shameless, what are you boasting about?

49L: I'm just waiting for the school festival now, I've got eight cameras ready for SYQ.

59L: Bye for now, I'm off to the auditorium.

Pei Huai was also browsing the posts. Song Yuqing is in the auditorium? What is he doing there? Why didn't he invite me?

Xiao Jinshi looked at the medicine he just picked up. He had a good excuse to go see Song Yuqing now, right?

Qi Ran: "Little Dad, are you at the auditorium? Can I come find you?"

T-T: "Yes, your dad's coming by. You can come see him."

Qi Ran frowned, his face darkening, not understanding why Qi Zhengqing was coming. Does Qi Zhengqing have nothing better to do? Why does he always have to bother Song Yuqing?

But he still replied obediently to Song Yuqing.

Qi Ran: "Seeing father so often lately, it seems he hasn't been very busy with work recently."

Qi Ran: "Of course, I think it's good if father isn't busy. He can earn less money; spending more time with Little Dad is more important."

Qi Ran: "But less work means less money. If father dies, he won't be able to leave Little Dad a large inheritance."

T-T: "Huh?"

Qi Ran: "I'll always stand by Little Dad's side, fighting for the most benefits for Little Dad. If Little Dad divorces father, I'll leave with Little Dad."

T-T: "Hmm."

Of course the son he raised would go with him.

Song Yuqing mused for a moment. Seems like he really isn't busy, must be bored, even attending something as boring as the school festival.

T-T: "You should be working."

Qi Zhengqing: "Focus on work to build up that inheritance for you?"

T-T: "^ ^" (smiley face)

Qi Zhengqing chuckled. Always rooting for promotions, money, and her husband's demise—Song Yuqing didn't hide his thoughts at all.

Others at least pretend to be all sweet talk but cold-hearted; Song Yuqing is just ruthless and sharp-tongued.

Qi Zhengqing: "I'll try to live a few more years, build up your inheritance."

Song Yuqing thought this was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him.

Qi Zhengqing: "Would you move on if I died?"

T-T: "I'll stay faithful to your memory, dust your memorial tablet every couple weeks."

Mr. Qi: "..."

This topic seemed to pique Song Yuqing’s interest.

T-T: "Don’t you want to die?"

Qi Zhengqing was at a loss for words. He wasn’t afraid of death, but he didn’t particularly want to die either.

Qi Zhengqing: "...Not particularly."

He added another sentence, probing Song Yuqing, "If possible, I’d like to grow old with someone I love."

T-T: "Then wish away."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

As evening fell, in the spacious auditorium, Song Yuqing wasn’t on the stage but sat in the seats on the second floor.

The spotlight fell on the center of the stage, but Song Yuqing wasn’t illuminated by its glow. Only the residual light outlined his slender, elegant silhouette. His hair seemed translucent under the light, accentuating his exceptionally handsome face—every feature perfectly and unexpectedly beautiful.

Yet, the more indistinct the lighting, the more unattainable his beauty seemed—aloof and untouchable.

"Qingqing, my heart can’t take it, wuwu, even his profile is so good-looking."

"So beautiful, Qi Zhengqing is really lucky, and Qi Ran is lucky too."

"If I had such a beautiful stepmother, I’d kneel by his bed every day to attend to him."

"Bro, what kind of service are you talking about? Is it the proper kind?"

Qi Zhengqing passed through the corridor and happened to overhear these remarks. He didn’t pause but glanced through the window at Song Yuqing in the auditorium.

His partner—Qi Ran had no right to pay court to him.

Pushing open the auditorium door, light streamed out. Song Yuqing glanced up at Qi Zhengqing entering, then casually plucked the guitar strings.

The sound of the guitar reverberated throughout the auditorium, carrying outside. The already captivated crowd buzzed with excitement.

Amid the noise, Qi Ran, Pei Huai, and Xiao Jinshi arrived at the auditorium one after another.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Song Yuqing, sitting on the high platform, casually singing and playing.

He was like the aloof campus heartthrob from everyone’s youth—the one who stole all the attention, the most vivid memory of their younger days.

Even years later, they would recall this scene.

The young man’s voice was lazy yet incredibly captivating, especially when singing those heart-stirring lyrics.

"You want to go to many places but are afraid to go alone. I’ll hold your hand and make them come true one by one. We’ll both grow old, too old to go far."

Song Yuqing then looked at Qi Zhengqing, his tone still casual, as if telling him that life would eventually end, but there was no need to fear.

Qi Zhengqing gazed at Song Yuqing. The surroundings were bustling, Song Yuqing’s name repeatedly mentioned by others, but Qi Zhengqing’s eyes were only on Song Yuqing.

The most dazzling Song Yuqing amid the clamor.

The alpha was gradually moved. In truth, he wasn’t afraid of death and rarely felt fear.

He was accustomed to facing the topic of death and had long been prepared.

But it was the first time someone like Song Yuqing sang such a song to him, telling him not to be afraid, promising to hold his hand and help him fulfill his dreams.

For the first time, Qi Zhengqing yearned to live a few more years—to live longer, to hold Song Yuqing’s hand, and to become his most solid support.

Song Yuqing tilted his head slightly, looking at Qi Zhengqing as if asking, "Well? Impressive, right?"

Qi Zhengqing chuckled and walked up to the second floor. "There’s really nothing you can’t do."

Song Yuqing’s expression remained unchanged as he replied calmly, "Simple."

As if showing off his skills was nothing difficult for him.

Really, so adorable.

A beautiful, proud little cat, after showing off, would only glance at someone nonchalantly, his eyes saying, "Isn’t jumping from the third floor to the second floor easy? How could a cat possibly fall?"

Qi Zhengqing: "It was brilliant. This is my gift in return."

Qi Zhengqing opened his hand, revealing a key resting on his broad alpha palm.

Song Yuqing hooked the keychain with his finger. "If you’d said you had a gift earlier, I could’ve played the piano, violin, cello…"

Qi Zhengqing: "No rush, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"When I was learning the piano…" Song Yuqing suddenly paused, his expression losing its liveliness, like a slightly displeased snowman.

"Did they hit your hands?" Qi Zhengqing grasped Song Yuqing’s wrist, gently stroking his hand.

"Where did they hit you?"

Song Yuqing was slightly taken aback but replied lightly, as if it didn’t matter much. "It’s nothing, just my fingers and wrist. It didn’t hurt much."

The alpha’s hand touched Song Yuqing’s wrist and fingers. Song Yuqing’s fingers were cold.

"Mm."

Not very painful?

It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt—it was just that Song Yuqing didn’t say so. The last time the doctor examined him, they checked everywhere. Song Yuqing’s physical condition hadn’t become fragile overnight.

It was the result of years of accumulation. The pinky finger on his left hand was about half a centimeter shorter than the one on his right—barely noticeable unless examined closely. The doctor told him it was due to an injury to the finger bone in childhood that affected its growth.

Qi Zhengqing held Song Yuqing’s hand. "Don’t play the piano anymore."

"Why not?" Song Yuqing said calmly. "I’ve already learned it. Not playing would make my efforts pointless. But you can start preparing your gift for me."

"Mr. Qi, you can go now. I need to head to the lab."

Qi Zhengqing: "Alright, go ahead."

Song Yuqing’s figure disappeared from Qi Zhengqing’s sight, and the surrounding noise faded away. Qi Zhengqing, however, did not leave.

Song Yuqing was never one to forget the past because of pain, nor was he someone who avoided facing it. He coexisted with his pain, allowing it to shape who he was now and who he would become.

Song Yuqing shone so brilliantly.

Pei Huai was green with envy. "You played that for him?"

Song Yuqing’s tone remained flat. "You heard it too, so consider it played for you as well."

The corners of Pei Huai's lips quirked up again. "So, you'd hold my hand until we're old?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

People just eat up these romantic fantasies.

Before Song Yuqing could respond, Xiao Jinshi couldn't hold back. "Brother, you still want to hold his hand? Growing old with *him*? He's not worthy of you."

Qi Ran also grabbed Song Yuqing's hand. "Xiao Dad, does your hand hurt?"

Qi Ran had seen Qi Zhengqing holding Song Yuqing's left hand earlier, and now he grasped it too, rubbing over the exact spot where Qi Zhengqing had touched, covering the warmth Qi Zhengqing had left on Song Yuqing's hand.

Until he felt a slightly unusual texture. The blood slowly drained from Qi Ran's face, and he reached out to touch the bone of Song Yuqing's right pinky finger.

At this moment, Qi Ran's face grew even paler, his heart aching so badly he wanted to cry.

"What are you all doing here?" Song Yuqing ignored the rivalry among them and simply asked.

Pei Huai: "If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have seen you playing the guitar for him."

It makes me so jealous. Why does Qi Zhengqing get special treatment from Song Yuqing?

Every glance from Song Yuqing feels like a reward, and yet it’s Qi Zhengqing who receives such a unique privilege.

And that dog, Qi Ran, he even got to hold Song Yuqing’s hand.

Pei Huai pushed Qi Ran’s hand away, shouldering him out of the way, and began rubbing Song Yuqing’s hand himself. What's he touching it for? He hadn’t even gotten to touch it, yet Qi Ran had already done so several times.

Song Yuqing pulled his hand back. "Xiao Jinshi, to the lab with me. You and Qi Ran, both go back."

Xiao Jinshi had remained silent all along, waiting for Song Yuqing. He had brought the medicine today, and Song Yuqing was definitely going to test it on him. If he was good, he could get anything he wanted.

So what if Song Yuqing played the guitar for Qi Zhengqing? Even if he had just met with Qi Zhengqing, he would still be with him afterward.

Xiao Jinshi followed Song Yuqing away, while Pei Huai and Qi Ran went their separate ways.

Fifteen minutes later, they ran into each other again at the entrance of Song Yuqing’s lab.

Xiao Jinshi had already mixed the medicine with water. The instructions said just a pinch would do the trick, but Xiao Jinshi wasn’t planning to use just a little. With only a small dose, Song Yuqing wouldn’t feel sorry for him.

The more he suffered and held back, the more Song Yuqing would pay attention to him.

Song Yuqing glanced up at Xiao Jinshi and reminded him, "Don’t use too much."

After the reminder, Song Yuqing continued writing his research report, recording Xiao Jinshi’s normal physical data and noting that the trigger for his psychic unrest was the medication.

"Put it down, I’ll handle it."

Song Yuqing still didn’t trust Xiao Jinshi, this madman, so he went over to check and found half the bottle of medicine was gone.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Trying to OD? Is that the plan?

Song Yuqing: "Stand still."

Xiao Jinshi leaned in from behind, lowering his head to inhale the clean, cool scent on Song Yuqing. "Brother, are you wearing a collar? I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself and bite your gland. If I bite your gland, your husband will get angry, right?"

Xiao Jinshi gently brushed aside the hair on Song Yuqing’s neck. The gland, shaped like a crescent moon, was still so pink, without any bite marks. Had Qi Zhengqing never bitten there?

Xiao Jinshi tested the waters. "Brother, has Qi Zhengqing never bitten your gland?"

"Brother’s gland is still so pink."

Song Yuqing measured a small amount of powder and shook it into the water. "You talk too much."

Xiao Jinshi continued probing. "It feels like you two are very chaste, not like other couples. They do all sorts of intense things. Or is it that Qi Zhengqing isn’t very capable?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing: "He's never been incapable, unlike some people."

Xiao Jinshi kept talking. "So how does it work with you two? Do you sit on top of him?"

Xiao Jinshi had imagined many positions Song Yuqing might take with someone, but in all his fantasies, he still felt that Song Yuqing would want to take the lead even in bed, treating the alpha as a tool for relief. Only if the alpha pleased him would Song Yuqing mercifully reward them with a kiss.

Song Yuqing: "That's enough nonsense."

He should look for a drug that could poison someone into silence.

Xiao Jinshi: "...I guessed right, didn’t I? I also think brother would sit on the alpha."

Song Yuqing turned and handed the medicine to Xiao Jinshi. "Drink it, then go lie down and wait for me."

Xiao Jinshi held Song Yuqing’s hand, looking at him expectantly. "Feed it to me, brother."

The alpha’s breath was hot, and Song Yuqing felt that Xiao Jinshi was already showing signs of psychic unrest even before taking the medicine.

"Drink it yourself."

Song Yuqing remained cold and detached.

Xiao Jinshi’s long eyes narrowed slightly, a look of undisguised aggression in his gaze.

Just as Xiao Jinshi was about to drink, Pei Huai rushed in and snatched it away. "What are you drinking? Let me try some too."

The alpha tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank the medicine Song Yuqing had prepared.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Xiao Jinshi, terrified Song Yuqing would keep Pei Huai and dismiss him, grabbed the extra medicine he had prepared and drank it too.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing shot a resentful look toward Qi Ran, who was also scooping powder to prepare the medicine.

"Xiao Dad, why can’t I?" Qi Ran held the cup and, before Song Yuqing could stop him, drank the water. "I can help you too, Xiao Dad."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Is this some kind of good thing? Why are they so eager?

Three alphas with psychic instability—are they trying to turn his lab into ruins?

Xiao Jinshi wrapped his arms around Song Yuqing’s waist from behind, his already scorching body pressing close. "Brother, my head hurts so much, I’m so hot..."

"I want you, brother."

Song Yuqing’s clothes rode up a little, revealing a section of snow-white waist. Pei Huai stared blankly at that dazzlingly white waist, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He felt his head throbbing painfully, as if it were about to split open, and the desire in his heart slowly magnified.

Damn, what is this stuff?