Chapter 92: Very Naive

Chapter 92 Very Green

"Qi Zhengqing…"

His words were cut short, completely stifled as the alpha’s predatory instincts took full command.

He thoroughly explored Song Yuqing’s mouth.

Each press and suck grew heavier than the last.

A raw, primal, biological claim and marking.

The sounds of ragged breathing and rustling clothes transmitted clearly through the phone to Xiao Jinshi and Pei Huai’s ears.

Both alphas listened, their mouths and throats parched. They could even faintly discern the broken sounds escaping Song Yuqing’s throat, the soft rasp of the alpha’s calloused fingers tracing Song Yuqing’s slender waist.

Everything was too sudden, too infuriating.

Yet, maddeningly tantalizing.

*Thud.*

"Qi Zhengqing… you…"

After the heavy thud of flesh hitting the seat, they heard Song Yuqing’s slightly hoarse voice.

Then, all sounds ceased—Song Yuqing had ended Pei Huai’s call.

Xiao Jinshi: "…"

What an utterly intense Bonding Festival.

Pei Huai and Song Yuqing had kissed.

The sounds Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing made weren’t just kissing; they were practically on their way to bed.

Only he remained, the worthless alpha watching from the sidelines. The excitement was theirs, and he had nothing.

Xiao Jinshi was utterly shattered, yet his mind couldn’t help replaying every sound Song Yuqing had made.

It wasn’t until he reached his own studio that Xiao Jinshi’s emotions finally snapped.

The studio was still adorned with paintings of Song Yuqing.

Xiao Jinshi began sending messages to Song Yuqing incessantly.

xjs: "Ge, what did he do to you?"

xjs: "Ge, I want to fuck you too."

xjs: "Ge, do you like it?"

The painting he sent was one Xiao Jinshi had recently completed.

In it, Song Yuqing wore only a white shirt, seated on an alpha’s lap. His pale thighs were adorned with black leather thigh bands, fastened from the inner thigh to the front with a heart-shaped metal clasp.

The alpha’s rough fingers hooked into the garter, pressing into the jade-like skin and leaving a slight indentation.

xjs: "I want to hold you like this and fuck you."

Why was it that Qi Zhengqing could pin Song Yuqing down and kiss him, call him "baby," while he could only lurk in the shadows, fantasizing about Song Yuqing like some delusional admirer?

Why wasn’t Qi Zhengqing dead yet?

Song Yuqing slammed Qi Zhengqing against the seatback, his hand pressed against Qi Zhengqing’s abs, reversing the earlier pin and taking control.

Looking down at Qi Zhengqing, he lightly tapped Qi Zhengqing’s face.

The action made Qi Zhengqing’s gaze grow intense and impatient.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" The beauty’s eyelashes lowered slightly, casting delicate shadows. Aside from the lingering moisture in his eyes, his expression had returned to its usual cool composure.

Qi Zhengqing: "Not on purpose…"

"I just couldn’t help it." Qi Zhengqing’s hand rested on Song Yuqing’s waist as he looked up, admiring this version of Song Yuqing that belonged only to him in this moment.

Qi Zhengqing: "I want to kiss you, hold you, assert my ownership in front of other alphas."

"It’s not complicated, is it?" Qi Zhengqing stared at Song Yuqing, unwilling to miss a single expression.

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze, tapping lightly on the cufflinks on Qi Zhengqing’s sleeve.

"It’s very hard to understand." Song Yuqing’s expression was serious, his elegant brows slightly furrowed.

"These—only you have them. They don’t." Song Yuqing explained simply, glancing down at the pair of cufflinks on the alpha’s sleeve.

He had already been more than generous to Qi Zhengqing.

He hadn’t allowed anyone to challenge Qi Zhengqing’s position. Wasn’t this what they had agreed on long ago? Or rather, what Qi Zhengqing himself had insisted on? He had done even better than what Qi Zhengqing had asked for.

Qi Zhengqing’s heart once again raced uncontrollably at Song Yuqing’s words.

Just as Song Yuqing couldn’t understand why he wanted to possess him so desperately, or why he felt the need to assert dominance in front of other alphas, Song Yuqing had no idea what the phrase—"only you have them"—meant to an alpha.

What a temptation, what a comfort.

But Qi Zhengqing also understood that Song Yuqing was still just acting with his masterful teasing techniques.

He was rewarding him, granting him exclusive privileges.

But not irreplaceability.

To Song Yuqing, he was special—but replaceable.

Song Yuqing’s love for him was like thin air—something he couldn’t get enough of, yet so faint and elusive it could never truly satisfy his needs.

Only when holding Song Yuqing, when their skin touched, did he feel a fleeting sense of fulfillment.

Song Yuqing was like this with everyone.

Qi Zhengqing met Song Yuqing’s cool gaze and said resignedly, "Bad cat."

A bad cat who kept all alphas at a distance, only occasionally bestowing moments of intimacy.

A beautiful, seductive bad cat who could ditch his owner at any moment.

Yet, it is precisely this elusive, unrestrained freedom that completely forms the Song Yuqing whom everyone drives crazy with love.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing's pale lips parted slightly, and he retorted without hesitation, "Stupid dog."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Song Yuqing continued to scold the Alpha: "You also have an IQ of 59."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Qi Zhengqing scooped Song Yuqing up in one swift motion, strode out of the car, and carried him upstairs. Only after placing Song Yuqing on the desktop did he lower his head to ask, "Then what about you?"

Qi Zhengqing pressed his forehead against Song Yuqing's brow, closing the distance between them once more. "What kind of Beta are you, scoring how many points?"

Song Yuqing gave Qi Zhengqing a light kick, his tone casual. "The full score is only one hundred."

Qi Zhengqing was utterly melted by how cute Song Yuqing was—completely like a pretty kitten.

Some kittens may appear ice-cold and distant on the surface, but in reality, they are proud yet adorable.

The full score is only one hundred—meaning that's the limit of the score, not Song Yuqing's limit.

Oh well, Song Yuqing is only nineteen after all. They still have plenty of time to explore the subject of falling in love.

Song Yuqing is so clever; even without love, he can easily make people head over heels for him. Once he learns what love is, he'll effortlessly score one hundred and twenty.

"Alright, time to sleep."

"Goodnight, Qingqing."

After saying this, Qi Zhengqing left Song Yuqing's room, returning the private space to him.

Song Yuqing's phone buzzed and chimed repeatedly for a while. He remained in the position Qi Zhengqing had placed him on the desktop.

He carefully reflected on what he had done today.

The conclusion of his reflection was:

He treats every dog well. He did nothing wrong; it's just that they are too greedy, wanting too much.

Of course, among these greedy Alphas is Qi Zhengqing, who tries to debate about love with Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing picked up his phone and turned it on, only to see countless pestering messages from Xiao Jinshi.

Amid endless calls of "gege" were countless "kiss, rub, hug, lick, fuck."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing tapped on his phone screen.

T-T: "Not allowed."

T-T: "Stop going crazy, you fool. Control your urges."

xjs: "Gege, scold me again. It feels so good. If gege could give it a slap, I'm sure it would behave."

Song Yuqing: "..."

xjs: "They all got Bonding Festival gifts, but I didn’t. So biased it’s tilted all the way to the Western Continent."

Song Yuqing ignored Xiao Jinshi's complaints, shut off his phone directly, and opened his computer to organize materials for his graduation project.

System 88 watched over Song Yuqing: "Qingqing, you really don’t treat yourself like a human being. Take a break."

Song Yuqing multitasked and asked System 88, "Have the new courseware and videos been released?"

Such simple, non-technical tasks were usually handed over to System 88, a data cluster, to handle.

Data processing data—a perfect professional match, with high efficiency and timely feedback.

System 88: "Released."

"Right after release, many people started spreading it everywhere. Of course, an underperforming student like Pei Huai has almost zero impact on you, because no one is willing to admit that Pei Huai is your partner." People would only think that if such a foolish 59 IQ guy can make it, why can’t they?

Song Yuqing: "..."

The pricing for the all-subject courses created by Song Yuqing was not high, affordable for people in the Fifth District with a bit of effort.

Due to his identity being exposed and his recent good reputation in the New District, the sales of this course set have been high since release.

After all, Song Yuqing’s own success story is part of the package deal—from the slums of the Fifth District to securing a place in the Central Special Zone of the First District. That’s the best advertisement.

System 88: "Qingqing, you don’t have to work so hard."

Song Yuqing’s fingers flew across the keyboard. The cold light from the screen fell on his brows and the corners of his eyes, occasionally casting a fleeting, illusory gentleness over the beauty.

Song Yuqing: "It’s not hard."

"I didn’t do anything today."

System 88: "..."

A fully automated, heaven-chosen workhorse, driving himself relentlessly—Song Yuqing is so terrifying that System 88 feels it would be unreasonable for him not to succeed.

His index finger tapped the keyboard again. "Besides, this will be a long-term project. There’s no way not to hurry."

He may have called Gu Jintang utterly useless, but he has never underestimated research on pheromones and mental energy.

Countless pioneers have devoted themselves to this field, investing vast amounts of wisdom and time.

Yet, no truly breakthrough results have ever been produced.

The stark contrast between the leadership's emphasis and resource investment versus the scarcity of outcomes is enough to make anyone lose confidence.

Perhaps, with luck and opportunity, results could emerge in three years. Without luck, it could take five, eight years, or even longer.

He will only get busier from here on out, so he must seize every moment he can use.

Meanwhile, at the parliament.

Zheng Kaiji relayed Song Yuqing’s message.

"He's really ambitious."

"Going straight to the top position—next thing you know, he’ll be ordering us around from above."

A young council member was looking down at the materials brought by Zheng Kaiji, his gaze lingering on Song Yuqing’s ID photo—dressed in Victor’s school uniform with a white shirt.

The top button was fastened, and his gaze was cold as it met the camera.

The little exposed skin was coldly pale.

He appeared proper and aloof, yet the more so he seemed, the more one wanted to see the debauched seduction beneath that propriety and coldness—to undo his buttons and tear away his detached facade.

"Very youthful, and very beautiful."

The remark was abrupt, and all the council members turned to look at the one who had spoken.

The alpha gently brushed his fingertip over the ID photo, lifted his head slightly, and smiled carelessly. "What I mean is... it wouldn’t be so bad to have him here as a piece of eye candy."

"It would improve the mood during meetings."

The other council members: "..."

He's a pervert.

Seriously, was he unaware of how painfully Song Yuqing’s robots could hit?

Oh, right.

The pervert had been engaged in diplomatic affairs with other regions while they were watching Song Yuqing’s matches.

"Don’t you think so?" The alpha smiled again. "To be honest, I don't really want to look at your old faces—it’s kind of sickening. I feel like throwing up every day at work."

The other council members:

That every council member seated here was over thirty. An alpha’s lifespan might be short, but it wasn’t due to natural aging—it ended abruptly.

Their lives would end while they were still vigorous and capable of making clear decisions.

The council members here could still be described as graceful and elegant.

One council member spoke with exasperation, "You think this is a piece of eye candy, but it’s actually broken china. Be careful it doesn’t cut your artery and make you bleed out."

The alpha: "That'd be perfect."

Everyone: "..."

Author’s note:

Song Qingqing: I examine myself three times daily: I’m not wrong, I’m not wrong, I’m not wrong.