Chapter 97: You Lied to Me?

Chapter 97: You Lied to Me?

LZ: Genius! Which genius came up with the idea that fangirling over the student council president on campus would get you banned, but we can do it off campus instead?

17L: The first genius from Xinzhou to enter parliament at nineteen, who dominated competitions across four continents and won intercontinental awards, pioneered the new era of psychically controlled robots, the first beta to enter the center of power—his stunning looks are the least remarkable thing about my husband.

68L: I absolutely love how he looks at everyone like they’re beneath him. It’s just a shame Song Yuqing is about to graduate—we won’t get to see that icy glare everywhere anymore.

Photos and achievements were posted together, along with footage of the appointment ceremony from just one day earlier.

Within just a few hours, the topic gained explosive momentum.

Song Yuqing had become the most talked-about beta on NeoNet, briefly surpassing all currently popular celebrities in Xinzhou and firmly claiming the top trending spot.

This level of public attention was something parliament members had never imagined possible.

“No idea how long this hype will last,” Zheng Kaiji said, staring at the real-time data. “We really underestimated his influence. Better have Zong He tamp it down a bit. Now that he’s a parliamentarian, it’s better not to be too visible. There are also meaningless online campaigns, like the annual ‘Most Popular Parliamentarian’ poll. We didn’t pay much attention before since engagement rates were similar across the board. But now Song Yuqing’s numbers are so high, we have to step in. Public opinion is power—no one wants Song Yuqing accumulating too much support.”

Zong He, still hospitalized, was pulled into emergency overtime.

While managing the overwhelmingly positive online discourse about Song Yuqing, he couldn’t help saving pictures. “Damn, he’s hot.”

“This one’s not bad either—looks like a delicate beauty.”

“His waist is that slim; alphas wouldn’t dare get rough. A fragile, exquisite porcelain doll.”

“But his temper? Absolutely terrifying. A beta like him might actually beat his husband to death. Lucky I’m not married to him.”

“Let me tell you, Song Yuqing has zero manners. Next time you see him, keep your distance.”

Beside him, Gu Ling listened impassively as Zong He rambled on. Porcelain doll? The kind that lands you in the hospital? Lucky you’re not his husband? More like you wish you were, right?

Seriously, these tasks could’ve been delegated, but Zong He insisted on handling them personally—and while doing so, couldn’t stop babbling.

Zong He, simultaneously criticizing and worshipping, his mind flooded with nothing but lewd fantasies about how to worship Song Yuqing until he collapsed from exhaustion.

Song Yuqing spotted Shen Shu in the hallway where they’d spoken before.

Song Yuqing: “Do you have something to tell me?”

Shen Shu took a deep breath, gathering courage. “President, do you think I could get into parliament? You know—”

Her fingers twisted nervously as she spoke. “The PR department. Do you think I have a chance? I’m not aiming for the top—just being a clerk on the first floor would make me happy.”

The parliament’s PR department controlled all public discourse across Xinzhou. She was just an Omega; she shouldn’t have such ambitions—something she wouldn’t have dared dream of before.

But seeing Song Yuqing standing so high just two days ago, she felt ambition stir within her.

Song Yuqing’s assessing gaze settled on Shen Shu, who felt it instantly. “President, I can run dedicated PR campaigns for you—easily turning over sixty percent of Xinzhou’s population into your fans.”

Shen Shu clearly understood that to get close to Song Yuqing, she needed to offer him something impressive.

On campus, Song Yuqing was her classmate; comforting her occasionally was just kindness toward a peer. But off campus, she couldn’t rely on school ties anymore.

Song Yuqing gave a slight nod, not asking what methods Shen Shu planned to use to win him fans. “Hmm. Start your internship next week. Whether you pass depends entirely on you.”

“After all, I’m still in my probationary period too.”

For him, using his limited influence to get Shen Shu into parliament wasn’t a significant cost.

He was still operating alone in parliament; bringing in more people might help build momentum.

He didn’t care whether Shen Shu was an Omega or a beta.

Shen Shu exhaled in relief, joy bubbling inside. “Thank you, President.”

“No need to thank me,” Song Yuqing said gently. “You earned it.”

“The brave enjoy the world first.”

Of course, at this point, Song Yuqing had no idea what kind of extremist Shen Shu truly was. Had he known, he might have added a few warnings when giving her the opportunity.

Shen Shu did manage to turn sixty percent of Xinzhou’s population into his fans—but they were brainwashed, mindless followers.

Shen Shu: “Then I’ll go start right away—”

As she passed Song Yuqing, she stepped back twice. “Oh, President, you reek of alpha. Here, take this.”

She handed him a can of spray commonly used by Omegas to mask alpha pheromones.

“It’ll cover the scent.”

So envious of Song Yuqing’s husband—able to mark him so thoroughly with pheromones.

Wonder what position they used. Is the president’s reproductive tract now saturated with residual alpha pheromones, wrapped completely from the inside out? Ugh, alphas really are possessive.

Just from the overwhelming scent, you could sense the signals it carried: repulsion, possession, sovereignty, warning other alphas to stay away.

Song Yuqing: “….”

“Thank you.”

Song Yuqing was a beta—he had no sensitivity to detect alpha or Omega pheromone scents.

He entered his office and messaged Qi Zhengqing.

T-T: “Next time, don’t let your scent get on me.”

Qi Zhengqing, already in the Fourth District, had just finished a meeting when he received Song Yuqing’s direct message.

Qi Zhengqing: “I’ll be more careful next time.”

Song Yuqing: “….”

“I’ll be more careful next time”—but not saying he wouldn’t do it again, which basically meant he *would* do it again.

T-T: “Have some decency.”

After sending the message, Song Yuqing set his phone aside and refused to engage further.

Qi Zhengqing lowered his head, suppressing a smile at the corner of his mouth. Him and Song Yuqing—were they dating now?

After returning from the competition, his university admission was practically guaranteed.

But for a matching field specialization, if he used his competition results for admission, he could only continue with robotics manufacturing in university.

Of course, after the first semester, he could minor in pheromone research—but getting his lab approved would take longer.

Therefore, Song Yuqing still chose to leverage his academic success, kickstarting this research project upon entering Central University.

This was just one of the things keeping Song Yuqing busy recently; the other was the establishment of the laboratory with Ye Siling.

Robot manufacturing couldn’t be halted either—he needed to design military combat robots.

The big picture for the laboratory setup was mainly handled by Ye Siling.

Additionally, with graduation approaching, there were various student council responsibilities to transfer.

Song Yuqing remained busy for several more months until the final thesis defense concluded, finally allowing him some real free time.

The senior-year students at Victor High also entered the final stage of high school—submitting their college applications.

YSL: "Shidi, where are you? Can you help me review my application choices?"

T-T: "Office."

Song Yuqing rested his chin in his hand, contemplating whether to slap Pei Huai once or twice. He finally took a deep breath and asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Pei Huai hung his head, not daring to look at Song Yuqing. Most universities required grades of A+ for admission—that was the baseline.

Of course, when one’s abilities were sufficiently strong, the requirements could be appropriately relaxed.

For instance, with Pei Huai’s S+ mental power, some schools could lower their baseline, as long as Pei Huai’s academic scores reached a C-level.

Especially the military academy Pei Huai applied to—the one that collaborated with the Third District for joint education—had set a C-level academic score as its minimum requirement, which was already a super low bar for that institution.

But Pei Huai was just such a genius—he scored a D-level in his academic results.

Pei Huai said dejectedly, "I don’t know. Maybe I’ll retake the year. Will I have to call you ‘senior’ from now on?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

For the first time, Song Yuqing felt an intense urge to curse. Delaying entry into the military district by a year meant delaying establishing a foothold there. And with Pei Huai’s foolishness, he might even score a D- the following year.

Pei Huai was truly an obstacle in his plans.

Pei Huai cautiously suggested, "If you had kissed me one more time before the exam, maybe I would’ve gotten one more point."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing rubbed his temples. "Don’t even think about it. I’m not kissing a fool who scored 59."

"...What if I’m not a 59-score idiot? Can I get a kiss then?" Pei Huai raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Song Yuqing, who was too annoyed to even glance his way. "One more point, one more kiss."

Such a pain-in-the-neck kitten.

Whose partner was this? Oh right, his.

"You lied to me?" Song Yuqing slowly lifted his gaze, only to be pulled into a hug by Pei Huai the next second.

Pei Huai leaned in and kissed Song Yuqing’s lips. "Song Qingqing..."

"I’m not a worthless 59-point failure. My total score was 467, with a grade rating of C+."

"I won’t hold you back."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing grabbed Pei Huai’s chin, stopping him from leaning in for another kiss. "Are you crazy?"

"Do you think your joke is funny?"

"Nobody cares if you graduate or not."

Pei Huai’s gaze fixed intently on Song Yuqing’s parted lips. The next moment, he pushed Song Yuqing against the desk. With his sharp, rogue-like alpha appearance, he grabbed Song Yuqing’s hand, which was trying to block him.

Without another word, he leaned down and forcefully cut off the reprimand Song Yuqing hadn’t yet uttered.

"Mmm..."

Song Yuqing slapped Pei Huai a couple times, but the force didn’t stop the alpha—instead, it only excited him more.

The slaps seemed more like rewards from Song Yuqing, encouraging him to keep kissing.

Song Yuqing coolly kept slapping Pei Huai, one after another.

After another slap sent Pei Huai’s head turning aside, a taste of blood filled his mouth. "Hitting me like this only makes me want to kiss you senseless."

Song Yuqing rested his head on Pei Huai’s hand, his eyes shiny with tears but still fixed on him with a cold gaze.

The moisture in his eyes resembled a frosty, mist-covered pond.

Pei Huai suddenly understood—the smile on his lips was hard to contain.

Song Yuqing was letting him kiss him. The slaps weren’t rejection—they were even a silent form of seduction, taming, and provocation.

Song Yuqing enjoyed the process of domesticating an alpha and would tolerate his provocations once or twice. After each provocation, Song Yuqing would reward him with slaps, making him obedient.

Because provocation itself was a form of stimulation.

He seemed to understand what Song Yuqing might like about him. Song Yuqing wasn’t one to stick to conventions—perhaps he could bring Song Yuqing a different kind of thrill.

If he were completely obedient, Song Yuqing might lose interest in him. The key was to measure it right.

For example, he couldn’t fail exams, couldn’t screw up at critical moments, and couldn’t hold Song Yuqing back.

But he could steal kisses from Song Yuqing and make Song Yuqing satisfy some of his unreasonable small requests.

Pei Huai kissed him again, their lips and tongues meeting. This kiss was more intense and deeper than any before, engulfing them both in a dizzying, hot mess.

BANG BANG BANG!!!

The knocks grew louder, as if making sure the two kissing couldn’t hear.

Song Yuqing turned his head and saw Ye Siling standing with a blank expression outside the door.

Ye Siling closed the door like nobody was around.

He looked at Song Yuqing, pinned to the desk and being kissed by the alpha, and said calmly, "Stop kissing."

Ye Siling’s gaze fixed entirely on Song Yuqing’s slender waist held by the alpha, his eyes turning dark.

Why couldn’t it be him? Even the slight redness on Song Yuqing’s palm should have been from slapping him.

It should have been him spreading Song Yuqing’s legs apart, taking him forcefully.

Song Yuqing kicked Pei Huai’s leg.

A brutal kick, so painful it felt like a piercing ache where the alpha had been kicked.

"Get up."

Pei Huai still wanted to continue kissing, but in the next second, Song Yuqing grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away.

Pei Huai: "..."

Just a moment ago, they were still kissing, but the moment he saw that fool Ye Siling, he snapped out of it instantly.

Thankfully, Song Yuqing is a beta, not an alpha, otherwise he’d truly be a heartless scumbag alpha.

As a beta, he could be pinned down, not allowed to pull away, at least repeatedly overwhelmed and kept in the throes of desire.

Pei Huai stared at Song Yuqing, then glanced provocatively at Ye Siling outside the door, before kissing Song Yuqing’s lips once more, as if asserting dominance.

"Fine, I’ll get up. Once he leaves, I’ll kiss you again," Pei Huai continued.

Ye Siling appeared emotionally stable, but in reality, the moment he spoke those words, he was already seething with rage.

He still didn't know where he stood. Pei Huai had kissed Song Yuqing, Xiao Jinshi had even slept in the same bed with Song Yuqing.

As for Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing, needless to say.

And him? Nameless and without status, just a senior. He didn’t make a fuss or cause trouble. Whatever Song Yuqing asked him to do, he did well, so he ended up with nothing.

No rewards, no punishments.

For the first time, Ye Siling hated his self-perceived maturity, his desire to fawn over someone but inability to swallow his pride.

He was just too honest, and honest people like him always get the short end of the stick in relationships.

Song Yuqing: "You should be able to choose any school you want. The best university for robotics is Central University."

"To be honest, I don’t really understand why you need to ask for my opinion."

Ye Siling’s gaze wavered. He didn’t need to ask Song Yuqing’s opinion, but Song Yuqing was so smart—didn’t he know?

His excuse for coming to see him, for asking his opinion, was obvious: he wanted to spend more time with him.

He wanted to slowly close the distance between them, to let their feelings develop naturally, to become soulmates.

"Or if you have any other concerns, you can tell me. I’ll help you analyze them."

Song Yuqing looked at Ye Siling, his amber eyes calm, only his damp eyelashes and slightly unsteady breath reminding others of how he had just been kissed by another alpha.

"Hmm?" Not receiving a response from the alpha, Song Yuqing slightly tilted his head to look at Ye Siling.

His junior was cool and beautiful; even kissing made him breathless. His junior would gaze at all alphas with those eyes.

He liked his junior, but his junior never seemed to see him. In his clever eyes, there was never a place for him.

He could only fantasize late at night, imagining himself as the alpha close to his junior.

Fantasizing that he was also kissing his junior, possessing his junior.

He was supposed to be the envy of everyone, a golden boy who had everything, yet now he felt like a rat peeping at others’ happiness.

What he wanted wasn’t much—just the same status as Pei Huai and Xiao Jinshi.

At first, he thought his attentive care for Song Yuqing would be his competitive edge, but he found that there was still no place for him by Song Yuqing’s side.

It was as if he were just a useful tool, someone to be summoned and dismissed at will.

The emotions in Ye Siling’s heart had built up to the point of explosion. "Don’t look at me with that expression of someone who’s been deeply kissed by an alpha."

"Even if you don’t have me in your heart, don’t pretend you know nothing."

"Song Yuqing, treating me like this—have you ever considered whether I can take it?"

Pei Huai watched from the side, stunned. Impressive.

Ye Siling spent so long thinking only to say these few sentences, perfectly stepping on every landmine.

Pei Huai suddenly remembered his own "torturous love" with Song Yuqing and awkwardly touched his tall nose bridge in the corner.

If he could go back now, he would tell himself to shut his damn mouth, speak less, and show more.

Song Yuqing slowly raised his eyes, his pale face devoid of any smile, as if all warmth had been frozen beneath that cool expression.

"I don’t really understand what you’re struggling with, or what you can’t handle. I have no interest in guessing whether you like me or not, and I can’t offer feedback for unspoken feelings."

Author's Note:

"Skin Suit Guy initially: Be a service-oriented talent, make my wife unable to leave me."

"Later, realizing his wife really sees him as a tool: Breakdown."

"Song Qingqing, confused: Aren’t you a tool? You never told me beforehand that you weren’t a tool."