Chapter 93: Wouldn’t Being a Couple Be Nice?

Chapter 93: Wouldn’t It Be Nice to Be a Couple?

Zheng Kaiji recalled Song Yuqing’s track record of subduing alphas one by one, his gaze unreadable as he watched the alpha still lusting after Song Yuqing.

Lust away, lust away. You’ll be thrilled when he knocks your block off.

One councilor seemed to draw inspiration from the alpha’s words.

"Actually, bringing Song Yuqing in as a trophy isn’t a bad idea. As long as he doesn’t handle council affairs, his presence won’t affect our operations."

"Meaning we keep him around as a mascot," another council member chimed in.

The others also voiced their thoughts and the benefits of Song Yuqing joining the council: "It’s good for our external image. Plus, it lets the common-born and hardline equal-rights activists know that our council accepts both the poor and betas."

"Those betas or Omegas not accepted by the council are simply too incompetent. Once they become as outstanding as Song Yuqing, we’ll open our doors to them."

Yet another arrangement that was superficially fair but deeply inequitable.

Betas and Omegas had to be more exceptional than alphas, so exceptional they outshone even alphas, just to earn the same opportunities—just to earn a seat at the same table as alphas. This, in itself, was inequality.

"If all else fails, we can place constraints on Song Yuqing—strip him of authority, make him deliver political achievements, and if he fails, kick him out. We could even use that opportunity to discredit betas as naturally unfit for politics."

The alpha who had spoken earlier couldn’t hold back anymore, still not quite understanding why these old guards were so alarmed. "Why are you all so underhanded?"

"Can’t you be gentler with a beauty?"

"Crushing a flower with brute force."

"Anyone would think he’s some heavenly beauty with a fiendish temper—a devil in disguise."

Just as everyone was discussing how to undermine Song Yuqing for being a beta, the alpha’s words silenced them once again.

You perv, if Song Yuqing joins the council, you’ll be the first one he kills.

In the end, after discussions, they decided to accept Song Yuqing as the 19th councilor.

The restrictions imposed on Song Yuqing included, but were not limited to:

— Song Yuqing could only assume his position after graduating.

— A one-year probation period; if he failed to achieve significant political results, he would be removed from office.

After imposing numerous restrictions, the council cynically staged an early swearing-in ceremony to showcase their welcome of Song Yuqing, demonstrate their commitment to democracy, and polish their image.

Song Yuqing had been waiting backstage for a long time. Today, he was dressed in a tailor-fitted uniform.

The bright gray council uniform was exquisitely cut, especially at the fitted waistline, which accentuated the young man’s slender yet supple waist, giving off an upright, youthful leanness.

When the beta turned slightly, the curve of his waistline became particularly pronounced, like a bow drawn and ready to fire.

The alpha had just entered when he saw this scene and couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

In the council, he handled external diplomatic affairs and internal propaganda and guidance of public opinion.

Song Yuqing’s inauguration ceremony would take place under the watchful eyes of the people of Xinzhou, with countless media outlets ready to interview the newly appointed councilor.

Yet, everyone would only know that the council welcomed the addition of a genius—no one would know that Song Yuqing’s appointment was the result of reluctant compromises and political maneuvering.

The alpha followed Song Yuqing’s gaze to the reporters waiting outside and the alphas at the peak of Xinzhou’s power. "Nervous?"

Song Yuqing: "No."

The alpha smirked, casually leaning closer to Song Yuqing to better admire the beauty. "So calm."

He leaned in again, close enough to catch Song Yuqing’s cool, subtle scent, openly admiring the sight of him in uniform up close.

While the uniform looked stiff and dull on every other council member, on Song Yuqing, it seemed lofty and untouchable, like a bright moon—aloof and elegant, yet…

It stirred desire.

He knew Song Yuqing was married and still in school.

The combination of "married" and "high school student" was enough to satisfy most people’s perverse fantasies.

Seeing him dressed like this in front of an alpha didn’t make him seem dignified or unapproachable.

Instead, it invited lewd fantasies of him in uniform, behaving recklessly in bed, being made to cry by an alpha again and again, his lower abdomen even showing the imprint of an alpha’s touch.

"Baby, you’re really…" The alpha’s hand naturally drifted downward, but before his fingers could brush against Song Yuqing’s waistline, Song Yuqing seized his hand.

The beta’s slender fingers gripped tightly on the alpha’s hand, making his fingers ache.

Song Yuqing’s gaze was cold, tinged with faint disgust.

Zong He found it arousing. He thought the photo was exciting enough, but being stared down by such a beauty was truly thrilling to the core.

"Back off. This isn’t a place for you to act wild." His tone remained even, without much fluctuation—even his reprimand sounded calm.

Zong He felt Song Yuqing wasn’t just referring to the lounge as his territory, nor was it like other alphas driving away rivals.

It was more like a warning that his body, his waist, were not places for Zong He to trespass.

Zong He: "How ungrateful. I overrode all objections to get you into the council, and this is how you repay me?"

"Besides, I don’t understand why you’re being so reserved. What does it matter who you’re with? If you’re with me, we’re a team. I’ll help you establish yourself in the council. Don’t you know how those old men plan to deal with you?"

"Wouldn’t it be nice for us to be a couple in the council? Then when you go home, you can be a couple with Qi Zhengqing."

"Isn’t that perfect?"

"After all, you’re a beta—it’s not easy for you to get pregnant." And even if you did, so what? If you get pregnant, just have the baby. Whose child it is doesn’t matter.

Zong He spoke casually, one sentence after another, but Song Yuqing showed no extra expression.

Only when Zong He fell silent did Song Yuqing lift his eyes. "Finished?"

Zong He leaned in again, smiling. "Think about it, beautiful?"

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through Zong He’s head.

No, it was wave after wave of pain. Song Yuqing grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the wall—bang, bang, bang.

At first, Zong He didn’t struggle. After all, he thought a beta, no matter how strong, couldn’t possibly overpower him. If he resisted, he could easily overpower Song Yuqing and take what he wasn’t allowed to touch.

He wouldn’t mind at all if Song Yuqing triggered a scandal at his own inauguration ceremony.

However, by the time he tried to resist and use his mental power to suppress Song Yuqing, it was already too late.

After banging his head over twenty times, Song Yuqing finally stopped.

"Consider this a return gift."

Song Yuqing released his grip, and the alpha slid down the wall to sit on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes, forehead, and face all covered in blood, blurring his vision.

Zong He's head throbbed with pain, but the alpha's innate physical resilience kept him from passing out.

Enraged, Zong He shouted, "Song Yuqing, fuck you, I’ll make you pay!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Song Yuqing grabbed his head from above and slammed it down three more times.

Each impact was fiercer than the last, making Zong He feel as if his skull was about to crack.

Zong He: "..."

Zong He felt his head was like a rotten watermelon that just wouldn't break, being smashed repeatedly by Song Yuqing. He was going to be beaten to death by Song Yuqing.

Zong He yelled at Song Yuqing, "Do you have any manners at all?"

Crash!

His head was slammed down once more.

Zong He: "..."

Song Yuqing looked down at the alpha, his eyes still cold. "I do."

Zong He: "..."

Zong He wanted to curse again, but reason told him not to, or the number of parliament members would remain at eighteen because he would be beaten to death by Song Yuqing.

But his mouth moved faster than his brain. "You have manners? With such a pure, cold face, how dare you claim to have any decency?"

Clearly, he had the looks of a saint but the manners of a thug, smashing anyone who displeased him to death.

The corner of Song Yuqing's lips curved slightly. Just as Zong He thought Song Yuqing was in a better mood and might let him go—

Bang, bang, bang, bang! Four more loud crashes, and Zong He was knocked completely unconscious.

Song Yuqing wiped the sticky, metallic-smelling blood from his hands, frowning slightly as if disgusted.

Gu Ling wanted to address Song Yuqing but saw him wiping blood from his hands with a handkerchief while Zong He lay on the ground, face covered in blood.

Gu Ling could tell there had been a conflict between Song Yuqing and Zong He, but it was mainly that Zong He hadn't assigned him the task of taking him to the hospital.

If the boss didn’t say anything, then there was no such task.

He shouldn't overstep his bounds.

His only task was to ensure Song Yuqing's inauguration ceremony proceeded perfectly.

After a brief pause, Gu Ling reminded Song Yuqing, "Mr. Song, it’s time for you to sign the letter of appointment."

"Let’s go." Song Yuqing pushed open the heavy carved wooden door without hesitation.

The moment the door opened, light fell on him, and almost everyone’s eyes turned to Song Yuqing as he entered.

Gu Ling followed closely, making a path for him.

Qi Zhengqing and Pei Wei were both present, as was Pei Huai, who had come with Pei Wei.

Xiao Jinshi was there representing the Xiao family.

Qi Ran and Ye Siling were also there.

Multiple cameras focused uniformly on Song Yuqing, documenting from every angle the inauguration ceremony for this beta from the slums.

Ensuring every subtle expression was precisely captured and transmitted live to millions of screens.

As their eyes met, Pei Huai felt a peculiar stir of emotions.

It was as if everything had returned to the first time he met Song Yuqing, when Song Yuqing had slapped him twice without explanation.

The clicking of cameras snapped Pei Huai out of his memories.

Pei Huai smiled, raising his eyebrows. Song Yuqing had finally stepped into the spotlight before everyone.

Song Yuqing wasn’t his alone, yet he radiated such brilliance.

Xiao Jinshi also understood what Song Yuqing had meant: love wasn’t about confinement or restraint, but about watching him become better and better.

Though his brother was already an "excellent" person.

In the air, Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing’s eyes met. Qi Zhengqing’s deep eyes held a steadiness tempered by time, softening only for a moment when they met Song Yuqing’s gaze.

The corner of Song Yuqing’s lips curved slightly in amusement.

He signed his name on the letter of appointment.

Song Yuqing.

Three characters, neither flamboyant nor deliberate.

Yet it was the starting point of his entry into the power center of Xin Zhou.

He knew the old fools had dug many pitfalls for him, knew they were using him to burnish their own reputations, and even planned to discard him after use while splashing him with mud.

But none of that mattered.

These fools would never understand their own position and strength, always thinking they could easily manipulate him.

But it was fine if they thought that way.

Song Yuqing stood on the stage, his slender fingers resting on the cold metal microphone stand.

He raised his eyes to look at everyone present.

His gaze was gentle, as if piercing through the camera lenses, looking directly into the eyes of every citizen of Xin Zhou watching behind their screens.

"Song Yuqing," he introduced himself clearly and concisely.

"From now on, I look forward to your guidance."

Author's Note:

The dogs in parliament are delusional if they think they can manipulate Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing: Ascending the throne.