Chapter 84: No Giving Birth

Chapter 84: No Children

Song Yuqing clapped a hand over Pei Huai’s mouth. Pei Huai was baffled—what was wrong?

Couldn’t kiss, couldn’t even speak?

Qi Zhengqing swung the car door wide open, his face expressionless, and wrapped an arm around Song Yuqing’s waist. Leaning in, he commanded Pei Huai, “Get out.”

The alpha’s gaze was cold and sharp, radiating intense pressure. With one arm, he pulled Song Yuqing fully into his embrace, a possessive stance like an alpha wolf poised to tear apart any rival eyeing his mate.

Song Yuqing hooked a finger through Qi Zhengqing’s collar and patted his chest. “Why are you angry? Don’t be.”

Instead of calming him, Song Yuqing’s touch only intensified Qi Zhengqing’s violent emotions. He wanted to claim Song Yuqing entirely, to never share him with another alpha.

His spouse could only be his.

Qi Zhengqing rested his chin on Song Yuqing’s head, nuzzling him with lingering affection, disheveling Song Yuqing’s hair in the process.

Completely enveloped in Qi Zhengqing’s embrace, Song Yuqing knew his husband was on the verge of losing control. By holding him like this, Qi Zhengqing was tacitly allowing Pei Huai to leave.

Song Yuqing shot Pei Huai a look, signaling him to scram.

But Pei Huai had always been stubborn.

As if oblivious to Song Yuqing’s hint, he felt annoyed by Qi Zhengqing’s intensely possessive hold on Song Yuqing. Still, Qi Zhengqing was, after all, Song Yuqing’s husband.

He… couldn’t expect the same treatment, and that was understandable.

Fine, let Qi Zhengqing hold him—but he wasn’t going anywhere.

Pei Huai leaned over and kissed Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing: “…”

Had Pei Huai already picked out his burial plot? Was he done with life?

The darkness in Qi Zhengqing’s eyes deepened. Before Qi Zhengqing could kick the troublesome Pei Huai hard enough to make him spit blood, Song Yuqing’s expression turned cold. “Get lost. Don’t stay here.”

Pei Huai felt wronged. Song Yuqing had never told Xiao Jinshi to leave before.

Now that the task was done, Song Yuqing didn’t need him anymore and was telling him to scram.

Pei Huai shouted, “Fine, I’ll go! Who wants to stand around and watch anyway? I’m not into being a cuckold.”

Song Yuqing: “…”

Song Yuqing gripped Qi Zhengqing’s hand, unable to look at his enraged, frenzied eyes.

He felt like a chain tethering a mad dog.

When Qi Zhengqing was lucid, Song Yuqing wouldn’t interfere with how he handled Pei Huai—at least then, Qi Zhengqing possessed some rationality.

But now, Qi Zhengqing was completely unhinged, capable of killing Pei Huai.

Qi Zhengqing held Song Yuqing’s hand with one hand and gripped his waist with the other, pinning him down firmly, leaving him no room to move.

The alpha’s presence was wild and scorching. In the cramped space, Song Yuqing leaned forward to evade him, his back fully exposed to Qi Zhengqing’s gaze. His shoulder blades quivered lightly, and his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

His eyes were moist with tears.

He looked like a captured butterfly—fragile, as if the slightest intrusion would make him appear on the brink of death.

Pei Huai, who had declared he was leaving, was stunned. Not only did he not leave, but he stared openly at Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing closed his eyes in despair. “Weren’t you leaving?”

Pei Huai: “I can’t just watch him mistreat you.”

Song Yuqing: “Go away. If you weren’t here, he wouldn’t do anything.”

Suddenly, the alpha’s prominent nose nudged aside the hair at the nape of Song Yuqing’s neck, and a kiss landed on his gland. An electric jolt of numbness spread through Song Yuqing’s entire body.

Song Yuqing could barely withstand it, his legs weakening again, but Qi Zhengqing caught him.

Song Yuqing couldn’t free his hands to stop Qi Zhengqing.

“Enough, just go. If you don’t leave now, don’t ever show your face in front of me again,” Song Yuqing snapped, his damp eyes glaring coldly at Pei Huai.

His gaze was icy, but his eyes were wet.

A cold wind blew, but Pei Huai’s mind still wouldn’t clear.

Pei Huai kicked a stone by the roadside, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked for a long time.

He pulled out his phone.

My Heart Leans Toward the Moon: [Qingqing looks so beautiful when he cries.]

My Heart Leans Toward the Moon: [He looked at me with wet eyes and a cold gaze. I really couldn’t take it. I wanted to lean in and kiss him, but he told me to get lost.]

My Heart Leans Toward the Moon: [How could I handle him looking at me like that? He told me to leave, so I had to go. What else could I do?]

After sending the messages and sharing his thoughts, Pei Huai’s agitated emotions finally calmed slightly. He took several deep breaths, letting the cold air fill his lungs repeatedly.

Only then did his feverish body and mind cool down a little, and he realized something was off.

His hands shaking, he took out his phone again.

My Heart Leans Toward the Moon: [Holy shit, did he just fuck my wife right in front of me?]

xjs: [Are you fucking useless? Your first reaction was how beautiful Song Yuqing looked? You didn’t even try to beat Qi Zhengqing up?]

ysl: […Cuckold dog.]

Qi Ran: [Trash.]

Pei Huai didn’t argue. It seemed he really was useless.

The moment Pei Huai was driven out of the car, Qi Zhengqing pressed Song Yuqing firmly into his embrace.

He kissed Song Yuqing’s cheeks, covering every spot Pei Huai had kissed, over and over again.

The kisses were fierce and unyielding.

Holding Song Yuqing like a wild beast, he leaned over him, kissing his neck, his collarbone, marking every part of Song Yuqing with his scent in a dominant, frenzied manner.

Completely claiming Song Yuqing as his own.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Qi Zhengqing bundled Song Yuqing into his coat and swept him into the elevator. Song Yuqing kicked Qi Zhengqing several times but failed to make him release him.

“Madman…” Song Yuqing, worn out from being manhandled, grabbed Qi Zhengqing’s hair and cursed him out.

Qi Zhengqing wrapped his arms around Song Yuqing. “Mhm.”

“You should sleep, Qingqing.”

His tone was deceptively gentle, yet he left no room for refusal. He began changing Song Yuqing’s clothes, then carried him to the bath.

After bathing, he fed Song Yuqing a nutrition drink and followed him to brush his teeth.

Song Yuqing: “Stop following me.”

Qi Zhengqing stared at Song Yuqing’s lips and the toothbrush in his hand, watching as Song Yuqing put it in his mouth. His eyes darkened. “No.”

His gaze was fierce and slightly contemptuous as he looked at the toothbrush. Song Yuqing had the feeling that Qi Zhengqing was having issues with the toothbrush.

After brushing his teeth, Song Yuqing held out his empty hands and looked at Qi Zhengqing through the mirror. “You want it?”

“Mhm.”

Song Yuqing: “…”

He’s really hopeless.

Just as Song Yuqing finished his internal complaint, that madman pinched his face and kissed him, grabbing the toothbrush from his hand and throwing it away.

Song Yuqing: “…”

Only then did Song Yuqing realize that Qi Zhengqing’s rut during the day wasn’t truly insane—his current rut was even more frenzied and…

Psycho.

“Don’t use that, use me.”

Song Yuqing lifted his eyes coolly. “…Qi Zhengqing.”

“Act normal.” Song Yuqing jabbed him with an elbow.

Qi Zhengqing continued holding him from behind. “I am normal.”

At this moment, Qi Zhengqing was like a drunk claiming he’s sober—someone this “normal” should be locked up in a psych ward.

“Sleep,” Qi Zhengqing emphasized again.

Song Yuqing: “Mhm.”

Song Yuqing settled into a comfortable position in Qi Zhengqing’s arms. The entire room was filled with Qi Zhengqing’s pheromones.

If another alpha were present, they would sense that Qi Zhengqing was trying to marinate Song Yuqing in his scent—he wanted every breath Song Yuqing took to carry his pheromones, to have his scent replace him in places he couldn’t reach.

He wanted even his blood to be steeped in his scent.

Before falling asleep, Song Yuqing looked up at Qi Zhengqing. “Get some proper sleep—you’ll feel better after.”

Qi Zhengqing: “Mhm.”

“Should I hold you?”

Qi Zhengqing’s mood had already settled. “No, I’ll hold you.”

If Song Yuqing held him, Song Yuqing could leave anytime.

But if he held Song Yuqing, he could feel every movement, every turn, even every breath Song Yuqing took.

Unable to restrain himself, he pressed closer, brushing noses. “Let me nuzzle you…”

“Just nuzzling is enough.”

The alpha suppressed his desires—he was losing his mind.

But he couldn’t snap.

Song Yuqing woke up feeling too hot, drowsily opening his eyes to meet Qi Zhengqing’s gaze—intense, restrained, yet wild.

Song Yuqing paused for a couple seconds.

He kissed Qi Zhengqing’s chin. “Get some sleep instead of losing it.”

“I won’t go out these next few days. I’ll stay with you through your rut. Behave yourself.”

The young man’s voice was still gravelly with sleep, like a feather brushing against one’s heart. Instead of calming the alpha, it only made him more like a caged beast fighting itself.

Because he couldn’t have him, nor could he lock him away—there was nothing he could do to Song Yuqing, so he could only drive himself crazy.

Qi Zhengqing’s tense posture didn’t ease; he just kept staring at Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing, unable to fall back asleep under his gaze—though he had slept enough—asked, “Want to find something fun to do?”

Qi Zhengqing: “Mhm.”

Qi Zhengqing pulled out the manga Song Yuqing had been reading earlier. “Let’s read this.”

Song Yuqing: “…”

“I’ll read it with you.”

Qi Zhengqing opened the book and held Song Yuqing in his arms.

An alpha in rut is unbelievably ridiculous—they should be quarantined in a lab and only let out after their rut is over, Song Yuqing thought.

“Turn the page?” Qi Zhengqing asked.

Song Yuqing nodded. “Turn.”

The initial plot was still straightforward and exciting, getting him pumped—until Qi Zhengqing started turning the pages slower and slower.

Song Yuqing’s ears pinkened. “Turn faster.”

Qi Zhengqing: “Hold on, I’m not following.”

The alpha pointed to Song Yuqing’s sensitive spot and asked with fake innocence, “Is the sensitive spot here?”

Song Yuqing: “…”

Song Yuqing once again experienced Qi Zhengqing’s calm brand of madness.

He seemed like a normal alpha again.

In reality, he was still very sick.

Song Yuqing, “No.”

Qi Zhengqing’s fingers slid down an inch further. “Here?”

Before Song Yuqing could respond, Qi Zhengqing asked again, “Can I kiss you here?”

“I think the way they described the situation doesn’t quite match reality. We should reexamine it.”

Song Yuqing, “The spirit of inquiry isn’t what you should be using here, Mr. Qi.”

Song Yuqing had already turned around, took Qi Zhengqing’s hand, and looked up at him. His hair spilled over the white sheets, the light streaming down onto the bridge of his nose and his eyelashes, broken light catching in his eyes. Qi Zhengqing stared at Song Yuqing, then nuzzled his nose.

“Exploring life is very important,” Qi Zhengqing said calmly and clearly.

Song Yuqing was skeptical about whether Qi Zhengqing had truly recovered. His clarity of thought suggested he was better, but the desire he couldn’t quite suppress made Song Yuqing feel he wasn’t.

Song Yuqing tugged at Qi Zhengqing’s collar, leaning in to examine his gland, which was still severely swollen.

“…You’re beyond saving.”

Song Yuqing slumped back onto the bed. Qi Zhengqing thought he looked like a little cat flopping down. The alpha’s agitation eased a bit as he saw Song Yuqing relax in front of him.

“Don’t give up on me. Save me again,” Qi Zhengqing murmured, lowering his head to nuzzle Song Yuqing’s pale, soft cheek.

Song Yuqing shot him a glance.

Then he wrapped his arms around Qi Zhengqing’s neck. “Carry me. Let’s go to the window and watch the snow.”

Qi Zhengqing, “Okay.”

Qi Zhengqing picked Song Yuqing up again, and the two moved from the bed to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Leaning against each other, holding each other.

Like a cat and dog huddling together for warmth in winter.

Words seemed futile. All he could do was give Qi Zhengqing positive emotional feedback, showing through actions that he was there for him.

“Bark like a dog, Qi Zhengqing.”

Qi Zhengqing, “…”

Qi Zhengqing, “Do you like it when alphas in rut bark like dogs? Should I do it for you?”

Song Yuqing tilted his head slightly, looking at Qi Zhengqing with confusion.

Like a kitten tilting its head.

That was the only thought in Qi Zhengqing’s mind. The alpha was utterly charmed by the sight, and his restless anxiety unconsciously eased a little more.

“Last time you were drunk, you made Pei Huai bark for me,” Qi Zhengqing said, looking down to gauge Song Yuqing’s reaction.

Song Yuqing, “…”

Song Yuqing: “Did he call out?”

Qi Zhengqing: “No.”

Mentioning Pei Huai, they both went quiet for a bit. After a while, Qi Zhengqing spoke again, explaining to Song Yuqing, “Actually, I never meant to kill Pei Huai. Even when I was at my angriest earlier, I didn’t think of it.”

Song Yuqing thought for a moment before responding, “Then you must be even scarier when you’re at your angriest.”

Qi Zhengqing nuzzled into Song Yuqing’s neck again. “Did I scare you?”

Song Yuqing answered honestly, “No.”

Qi Zhengqing: “Sometimes it feels like anyone matters more to you than I do.”

Song Yuqing caught on. “That’s why you lost it?”

“I never thought they were more important than you. What we have between us is different, do you understand?” Song Yuqing asked Qi Zhengqing.

If Qi Zhengqing said he didn’t understand, Song Yuqing could explain—even if he couldn’t quite articulate the difference at the moment, he could sort through his thoughts and explain it to Qi Zhengqing.

“I understand. But logic is one thing, feelings are another.”

“You can control logic, but not feelings.”

He knew that Song Yuqing had already started laying the groundwork. The secondary differentiation serum was for Qi Ran, and also part of his future strategy. He also knew that Pei Huai would be a valuable asset in Song Yuqing’s hands—loyal only to Song Yuqing, never betraying him.

He also knew that every move Song Yuqing made today was perfectly executed.

Even if Xiao Lin later suspected something was wrong, he wouldn’t be able to find evidence, because the replaced serum had already been destroyed by Xiao Jinshi without a trace. Moreover, Xiao Lin’s paranoia about being tricked would only make Old Master Xiao dissatisfied with him.

Song Yuqing had orchestrated everything perfectly.

Even the manipulation of emotions was flawlessly executed. If Xiao Lin were to review the events later, he wouldn’t suspect anything was staged. Because everything was real—Xiao Jinshi’s anger toward Song Yuqing was real, and his confrontation with Xiao Jinshi was also real. Song Yuqing had simply placed everyone in the right positions to put on a convincing show.

Yet, his emotions still got the better of him in that moment.

“The one who doesn’t understand is you, silly kitten.” Song Yuqing was not exactly emotionally aware—he was just skilled at manipulation.

Song Yuqing looked at Qi Zhengqing with dissatisfaction. “You’re the silly one. You know everything yet still let yourself get worked up into a rage. You’re even sillier.”

“Idiot.” Song Yuqing scolded Qi Zhengqing, his face pale and stern.

Qi Zhengqing: “…”

“I can’t possibly be silly.” Song Yuqing repeated, “Even if all of you are silly, I couldn’t possibly be silly.”

Qi Zhengqing: “…”

A triggered kitten.

Anyone can see who’s really clever when it comes to outmaneuvering others.

Song Yuqing was still thinking it over.

“Our Qingqing is a clever kitten.”

Song Yuqing: “…”

Song Yuqing: “Can you not talk? This is getting awkward.”

If someone had told him these things when he was three years old, he might have thought he really was a smart little kitten.

But now he was nineteen, and when others spoke to him like this, he only felt his fists itch to punch someone.

Qi Zhengqing: [Silence.]

Qi Zhengqing: “You’re really hard to deal with, Song Qingqing.”

Hard to deal with and hard to coax, yet blunt in a cute way.

When Song Qingqing was a child, he must have been so cute that people couldn’t bear to put him down once they picked him up—good-looking, clever, and politely asking with a serious face, “Would you please be quiet?”

If refused, he would probably continue politely, “May I hit your mouth since it isn’t speaking properly?”

Only when in his mother’s arms would he turn back into an exceptionally well-behaved, clingy sweet rice bun.

A sweet rice bun that’s snow-white on the surface but black on the inside.

“What a shame.”

Song Yuqing: “What are you pitying?”

“It’s a shame I never met you when you were little,” Qi Zhengqing said regretfully.

Song Yuqing: “Then I’d report you to the police, you pedo.”

Qi Zhengqing: “…”

Qi Zhengqing was so thoroughly angered that he lost all his anger, stopped his tantrum, and just held Song Yuqing, completely silent.

88, who watched the whole scene: “……………”

88: “Qingqing, you might be a genius.”

88: “Qi Zhengqing must be racking his brain now, wondering where things went wrong and what went wrong.”

Song Yuqing didn’t feel there was anything wrong with what he said. “I’m just telling it like it is.”

Song Yuqing’s phone chimed—a message from Xiao Jinshi.

Xiao Jinshi had already sent him a message yesterday, but Qi Zhengqing was too emotionally unstable, so Song Yuqing hadn’t read it then.

Now that Qi Zhengqing was completely calm, Song Yuqing picked up his phone to check.

Opening the phone, he saw:

xjs: [Brother, you have no idea how bold my dad, that old coot, is.]

Song Yuqing didn’t avoid Qi Zhengqing; Qi Zhengqing looked at the message with him.

xjs: [He told me to seduce you, have you have a baby with Xiao family blood, and let Qi Zhengqing raise it. He even said that, given how much Qi Zhengqing likes you, he’d definitely eliminate Qi Ran to pave the way for the child.]

xjs: [Where does he get these ideas? I wouldn’t dare think like that.]

Song Yuqing: “…”

It was a devious scheme Song Yuqing had never even considered.

Qi Zhengqing’s eyes turned dark, his entire aura turning icy cold, as if capable of freezing someone to death. His voice was heavy, leaving no room for rebuttal. “You are not having a child.”

Author’s Note:

Getting intimate with my wife only makes him lose control even more.

But talking to my wife, being close to my wife, and seeing how adorable my wife is—it makes him feel very, very, very good. Even though he might be infuriated by my wife’s blunt way of talking, he still loves hearing my wife talk.