Chapter 57: Lying Under the Bed

Chapter 57 Lying Under the Bed

Qi Zhengqing glanced at Song Yuqing’s clenched hand and fell silent.

On the surface, Song Yuqing seemed to say: "Go ahead and kiss me, but then don't make a fuss."

In reality, Song Yuqing was thinking: "Kiss me? You dare to kiss me, and I dare to hit you."

Qi Zhengqing's thumb brushed over Song Yuqing's lips, leaving a faint flush. He leaned in and asked, "May I hold you?"

Song Yuqing hadn't been in high spirits lately and gave a slight nod.

He was enveloped in the alpha’s warm, dry embrace—a feeling of reliability and reassurance.

He felt the alpha’s warmth slowly seep into him.

After being held by Qi Zhengqing for a while, the tightly strung tension in Song Yuqing’s mind gradually loosened.

Song Yuqing emptied his mind, not dwelling on anything—not the repeated experimental failures, nor the piles of scrapped materials...

Ugh.

No, thinking about all the wasted materials, Song Yuqing still felt a pang in his heart.

He was simply too poor.

Curled up in Qi Zhengqing’s arms, Song Yuqing secretly clutched his chest.

Noticing the small gesture, Qi Zhengqing asked, "What’s wrong?"

Song Yuqing’s voice was muffled as he let out a soft sound in the alpha’s arms, "My heart aches."

The materials brought by Pei Huai and Qi Zhengqing had just been completely wasted.

Qi Zhengqing chuckled softly, "Don’t be upset. I’ve already sent people to find what you need. Even if you fail another hundred times, it’ll be enough."

His heart didn’t seem to ache as much anymore.

Damn it, what kind of material costs money by the gram? Every bit wasted made Song Yuqing’s heart bleed.

"How can I be this poor?" Song Yuqing couldn’t help but sigh. The nearly two million New Singapore Dollars he’d earned earlier had been spent way too quickly—money was needed everywhere.

Even with Ye Siling chipping in a bit, he was still struggling financially on this project.

When he had money, he’d buy three of the same device: one to admire, one to use, and one to smash walnuts.

Those materials—he’d use one gram, discard the next.

"Are you really that poor?" Qi Zhengqing remarked offhandedly, "Have you forgotten that half of my assets are yours?"

"Will you give me my share?" Song Yuqing looked up at Qi Zhengqing, "If not, it’s fine. I can earn money myself."

So unhappy, so unhappy.

Why hasn’t Qi Zhengqing died yet? He wanted to inherit Qi Zhengqing’s money.

Qi Zhengqing: "I’ll give you your share. Just message me what you need, and I’ll have it purchased and delivered to you."

Qi Zhengqing: "Get some sleep now. I won’t let anything distract you during this time."

The first sentence referred to the materials; the second was about preventing Pei Huai from bothering him.

The alpha’s thumb brushed against the corner of Song Yuqing’s eye again. Song Yuqing’s skin was naturally fair and sensitive, and even this light touch made the corner of his eye flush pink. He gazed oddly at Qi Zhengqing.

His eyes grew misty from the rubbing.

Qi Zhengqing, calm and composed, said matter-of-factly, "I’m rubbing your eyes to prevent them from hurting."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Qi Zhengqing didn’t leave immediately. Song Yuqing looked at him puzzled, as if asking why he hadn’t left yet.

Qi Zhengqing: "I’ll leave after you fall asleep. Stop working; you need rest."

"I know, I’ll rest properly." Song Yuqing sat down, reaching for his sleeping blanket. "...You can go now. I can’t sleep with you here."

Qi Zhengqing was shooed away by Song Yuqing. After Qi Zhengqing left, Song Yuqing didn’t sleep but sat in front of the computer with his blanket, continuing to search for materials and work on his project. His previous approach wasn’t quite right; he needed to rethink his strategy.

Qi Zhengqing walked out the door and stood in a corner where Song Yuqing couldn’t see him for fifteen minutes. This was just how Song Yuqing was—he pretended not to care about everything and never showed how hard he worked.

In reality, he put in more effort than anyone.

When Song Yuqing truly said he was struggling and showed his wounds to others, he was lying—manipulating sympathy to get what he wanted.

ysl: "How’s your recent gig as the side piece going?"

I Heart the Moon: "Better than someone without a title like you. Qi Zhengqing will step aside for me sooner or later."

Pei Huai felt great just thinking about how Song Yuqing hadn’t seen Qi Zhengqing lately.

Song Yuqing didn’t like Qi Zhengqing at all; that drunken kiss meant nothing.

ysl: "Heh."

Ye Siling recalled yesterday’s scene—Qi Zhengqing holding Song Yuqing in his arms and kissing him for a long time, until Song Yuqing’s lips parted slightly and his gaze grew dazed and lost. He had never seen Song Yuqing like that before.

Even though his clothes were buttoned up properly, he looked ruffled from Qi Zhengqing’s kisses.

He stood at the door, watching them press together, Qi Zhengqing’s leg wedging between Song Yuqing’s, fully parting them.

He could almost imagine—they were so close, was Qi Zhengqing using his leg to rub against Song Yuqing there, until Song Yuqing couldn’t take it anymore, nestling in Qi Zhengqing’s arms and saying, "It hurts."

It was painful to watch, but he couldn’t help looking again and again, fantasizing that he was the one holding Song Yuqing, making him cry out in pain, then leaning down to kiss his lips.

As if he were the one doing those things to Song Yuqing.

Only when he saw Song Yuqing’s cold profile, watching him look up at another alpha, did Ye Siling suddenly sober up.

It wasn’t him. The one holding Song Yuqing wasn’t him—it was Song Yuqing’s husband.

Ye Siling sent the photos he took yesterday to Pei Huai.

Ye Siling oozed malice, ysl: "And you think you’re moving up? Qi Zhengqing’s leg was pressing against Song Yuqing’s inner thigh."

ysl: "Tell me, was Qingqing red there too from the friction?"

ysl: "These older men really know how to play—using such a hard leg to rub against Qingqing there. Someone like you who doesn’t know how to play probably will never win Song Yuqing’s favor in this lifetime."

Ye Siling described his imaginings, though it was unclear if these words were meant for Pei Huai.

But he was still insanely jealous and helpless, and could only console himself by belittling the shameless Qi Zhengqing, telling himself that Qi Zhengqing's only redeeming quality was his player skills, and that Song Yuqing didn't truly like Qi Zhengqing.

When Pei Huai saw Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing together, he felt an unprecedented rage.

So that's it...

Qi Zhengqing hadn’t backed down in the face of difficulty but had instead reconciled with Song Yuqing.

They were in the lab again, hugging and kissing.

Anger began churning in his chest. When he read Ye Siling’s words, Pei Huai couldn’t stop his imagination from running wild.

His head was filled with the photos Ye Siling had sent and the things Ye Siling had said.

Pei Huai stopped training, abandoning the alpha he was sparring with at the training ground, and went to find Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing hadn’t slept since last night. His eyes were sore, and he couldn’t help rubbing them several times, until the corners of his eyes turned red.

He reached for the eye drops and applied them. The cool liquid dripped into his eyes, moistening them and making him instinctively close his eyes.

Pei Huai pushed open the lab door with full force, creating a loud clattering noise.

Song Yuqing looked over in confusion, and the eye drops dripped from the corner of his eye.

Song Yuqing’s expression was cold, and he frowned slightly upon seeing Pei Huai, as if somewhat displeased.

The reddened corners of his eyes, his damp eyelashes clumping together and drooping—seeing this scene, the raging anger in Pei Huai’s chest instantly dissipated. A tear dripped from Song Yuqing’s pale chin.

Pei Huai’s heart felt as if it had been dampened by Song Yuqing’s tears.

Heavy and uncomfortable.

“What are you doing? What madness is this again?” Song Yuqing questioned coldly.

Pei Huai had already walked to Song Yuqing’s side and reached out to wipe his tears. “Why are you crying?”

“Stop crying.”

“I won’t provoke you anymore.”

Song Yuqing was already pale and looked physically fragile. Even without tears, he gave off a strong sense of brokenness.

Now, with crystal-clear tears falling one by one, that sense of fragility intensified, like a porcelain vase placed at the edge of a table, teetering and about to fall, shattering into pieces, making everyone lose him.

It made one’s heart ache, unable to bear it. All the words Pei Huai had prepared to confront Song Yuqing were stuck in his heart.

Song Yuqing: “?”

“I know Qi Zhengqing came to see you, and I also know…” Pei Huai’s gaze lowered, looking between Song Yuqing’s legs, recalling those words.

Song Yuqing: “…”

Pei Huai’s lips curled into a self-mocking smile. What could he do?

“Don’t cry. I won’t confront him. I’ll be obedient. I won’t cause a scene in front of him.”

No matter how jealous he was, he couldn’t bear to see Song Yuqing cry. No matter how jealous, he could endure it.

Pei Huai continued wiping the corners of Song Yuqing’s eyes. So what if he liked him? Qi Zhengqing would inevitably die earlier than him.

“Qingqing, I won’t make things difficult for you.” Pei Huai lowered his eyes.

Song Yuqing quickly pieced together what had happened. Pei Huai had found out from somewhere that Qi Zhengqing had come to see him last night.

He had originally come to confront him, but upon seeing his “tears,” Pei Huai stopped making a scene.

Song Yuqing’s fingers gripped the bottle of eye drops.

With his other hand, he patted Pei Huai’s head. “Mm.”

Good dog.

Ye Siling had thought Pei Huai would argue with Song Yuqing. He never expected that Pei Huai, who was so defiant toward others, could be so humble in front of Song Yuqing.

He couldn’t even bear to see a single drop of Song Yuqing’s eye drops.

Pei Huai grabbed Song Yuqing’s wrist and rubbed his face against Song Yuqing’s hand. “Don’t hide things from me. I don’t mind whatever you do. You can always call me to join in whatever you’re doing.”

If he couldn’t stop Song Yuqing from meeting Qi Zhengqing, then he should at least be present.

Song Yuqing didn’t even lift his eyes, dismissively responding to Pei Huai, “Mm, next time I go home, I’ll take you with me. Qi Zhengqing and I will sleep on the bed, and you can lie under the bed.”

Pei Huai: “…”

Pei Huai’s voice rose slightly, incredulous. “I lie under the bed and watch you sleep?”

Or watch them do it on the bed?

Song Yuqing: “I didn’t say you could watch us sleep. I just said you could sleep under the bed.”

Ye Siling glanced over out of the corner of his eye.

If he slept under the bed and the lights were off, would Song Yuqing really be able to tell who was who?

If he drugged Qi Zhengqing, kicked him under the bed, climbed into Song Yuqing’s bed himself, stayed silent, and just repeated those actions, wouldn’t that work? Pei Huai was such a fool for not being willing to do that.

Song Yuqing’s husband would be under the bed, while he would be on the bed, holding Song Yuqing as he slept, covering Song Yuqing with his scent, staining him with his filth.

He could even taste Song Yuqing’s essence, bullying the aloof and self-possessed beauty until his back trembled, his slender fingers gripping him, interlocking their fingers on the bed.

The moment the lights turned on, Song Yuqing would realize that the one holding and kissing him wasn’t his husband but him. How would Song Yuqing react then? Anger, rage, or indifference, letting him continue to serve him? Then he would definitely serve Song Yuqing very well.

“Ye Siling.”

“What are you thinking about?” Song Yuqing called Ye Siling several times before Ye Siling snapped out of it.

Ye Siling lowered his eyes. “Thinking about the project.”

Song Yuqing: “Have you finished your part?”

Ye Siling handed over the completed part to Song Yuqing. Pei Huai didn’t expose Ye Siling, even though he knew Ye Siling had ill intentions.

But without Ye Siling, what if Song Yuqing did something with another alpha?

Day after day of research, coupled with many failures, made the past month and a half fly by.

In the meantime, Victor’s final exam for the semester was completed. After the exam, Victor also entered the holiday period.

Most freshmen and sophomores had gone home, while most seniors remained at school busy with their graduation projects. Victor had become much emptier.

With half a month left until the competition, Song Yuqing's team had finished building their first robot.

That day,

Song Yuqing, Pei Huai, and Ye Siling were all at the training ground. Song Yuqing had also brought Qi Zhengqing along.

After all, Qi Zhengqing had been quite helpful. Aside from the two million Singapore dollars Song Yuqing invested and the eight million from Ye Siling, the remaining ten-plus million had been funded by Qi Zhengqing. Although the materials used for this robot only cost a little over a million, the wasted materials from failed attempts during the process far exceeded that amount.

The debut of the first robot naturally called for the presence of everyone involved in the project, to witness the little robot's first movements.

As for Xiao Jinshi and Qi Ran, they were just there to watch the excitement.

The half-person-tall robot stood, continuing Song Yuqing's style—its face looked incredibly cute, with plenty of emoji expressions.

But each of its tentacles was highly aggressive. The outer components of the constricting tentacles could extend, revealing internal wires sharp enough to slice through metal, capable of even cutting a person in half.

It was designed to look super cute but possess lethal capability.

Even before the competition, Ye Siling could already imagine how deceived others would be by it.

Creating such a work brought Ye Siling an unprecedented thrill.

It had to be said, working on projects with Song Yuqing was incredibly enjoyable—wildly imaginative and utterly exhilarating.

The only catch was the exceptionally high demand it placed on the operator's psychic energy, requiring precise control.

Song Yuqing patted the robot's head then stepped back to join the others.

He said to Pei Huai in the center of the training ground, "You can begin now."

Pei Huai's psychic energy instantly spread out. The moment it connected with the little robot's signal, the robot opened its eyes, and its facial expressions came to life.

——<(￣︶￣)↗

Song Yuqing: "Doesn't it look just like a Bluetooth connection?"

"This is so Pei Huai." The little robot's expression matched Pei Huai's mood—perfectly synchronized, completely in sync, sharing every sensation. This way, during combat, it could sense the focus of the opponent's attacks as well as its own weaknesses.

Pleased with the creation of such a robot, Song Yuqing spoke with Qi Zhengqing, who was standing nearby.

Qi Zhengqing lowered his gaze to look at Song Yuqing. "You seem to understand him quite well?"

Song Yuqing's gaze remained fixed on Pei Huai and the little robot. "Of course I understand him. Pei Huai—I definitely understand him."

Qi Zhengqing took Song Yuqing's hand. "Since you understand him so well, shouldn't you show me some respect too? At least in front of others, you should act closer to me."

He was once again absorbed in admiring his own technical skills, Song Yuqing didn't respond to Qi Zhengqing, his eyes fixed intently on the little robot.

Just as he'd envisioned. After more than two months of hard work, it was meant to use an ultra-cute face to take down those giants.

This was also the first time Pei Huai experienced such a surreal feeling—he felt as if he wasn't entirely himself, and his body didn’t quite feel like his own.

Instead, he had completely become that little robot.

He and the little robot created by Song Yuqing had become one entity.

Pei Huai focused his psychic energy, shattering each set obstacle one by one. The test robots, reinforced steel, and concrete were all crushed into rubble. Even steel bars thick as a bowl's mouth were easily destroyed by the little robot.

——( *︾▽︾)

——( ﹁ ﹁ )

Each suddenly appearing expression, it seemed to say, "Too easy, nothing can challenge this young master."

Pei Huai turned to Song Yuqing with a raised eyebrow, clearly wanting to ask if Song Yuqing thought he was impressive. Song Yuqing stood there, still in his school uniform, calm and focused as he watched him, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. Gazing at the person he liked, Pei Huai’s lips also curved slightly in response to Song Yuqing’s subtle smile.

As his gaze lowered, he saw Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing’s fingers interlaced.

Pei Huai’s expression instantly changed.

——￣へ￣

Song Yuqing: "..."

In an instant, as if mirroring Pei Huai’s emotional shift, the little robot suddenly went berserk. The training ground descended into chaos as the robot recklessly caused destruction everywhere.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Pei Huai, that madman, had gone mad and was corrupting his 'child'.

"Pei Huai, are you fucking insane? What are you doing?"

But the highly destructive weapon continued charging recklessly toward Song Yu Yuqing. Amid the flying debris, its tentacles whipped toward other onlookers, then wrapped around Song Yuqing’s waist the next second. Qi Zhengqing immediately used his psychic energy to suppress Pei Huai, cutting off his control over the little robot at the source.

The psychic energies of two top-tier alphas collided, making the very space seem to warp for a moment. With the destructive weapon still causing trouble, the scene quickly turned into complete chaos.

The moment Pei Huai’s control over the little robot weakened, Song Yuqing acted immediately, grabbing the robot and preparing to shut it down. But the next second, the little robot reconnected with Pei Huai and pressed its lips to his.

It kissed Song Yuqing’s lips fiercely and passionately.

Song Yuqing looked up at Pei Huai. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Pei Huai’s mouth. Their eyes met in the air—one gaze calm and detached, the other fervent and sincere.

As if unaware of the pain, Pei Huai’s eyes were brimming with arrogance and recklessness. "I kissed you, Song Yuqing."

Author's Note:

Song Yuqing: Why are you kissing him in front of the old man? Do you have a death wish?