Chapter 98: I Didn’t Look

Chapter 98: I Didn't Look

"Ye Siling, have you given without receiving anything in return?"

"Your name is on the project, in the lab. I’ve never held back, never prevented you from accessing core technology."

"If you insist on believing that your efforts aren’t for your own advancement but for mine, then you are free to leave at any time. Even if you leak core technology, I will accept it."

Song Yuqing’s gaze was cool, his voice still calm as he spoke, "I don’t mind starting over."

Song Yuqing’s words landed on Ye Siling like hammer blows, shattering him.

Because, from the very beginning, he was the beneficiary. Song Yuqing was at the height of his fame, but Ye Siling, too, had earned the title of a genius.

For their research achievements, Song Yuqing had even generously allowed him to co-author, placing their names side by side. Song Yuqing had given him ample recognition.

And thanks to Song Yuqing, his family now fully supported his dreams.

Even at the start, it wasn’t Song Yuqing who asked for his help; it was Ye Siling who proposed they compete together.

From beginning to end, he was the one who benefited.

Now, Song Yuqing had the confidence to start over at any time, but Ye Siling did not. He didn’t want to be cast aside by Song Yuqing, didn’t want to disappear completely from Song Yuqing’s world.

He didn’t want to lose even the chance to be a mere fixture by Song Yuqing’s side. He didn’t want to be that fixture, but he knew someone else would quickly step in.

Song Yuqing was no longer the person he once was.

He possessed both the ability and the means to make people obey him.

Ye Siling tried to explain, "That’s not what I meant…"

Song Yuqing’s amber eyes fixed on the alpha, calm and unruffled.

"So, what *did* you mean?"

Why was he so calm? Those eyes, gentle and sweet like honey, always seemed so devoid of emotion, looking down at others with an air of detachment, as if vulgar human emotions and contradictory feelings had nothing to do with him.

All his pent-up frustrations accumulated, finally erupting like an uncontrolled volcano. Ye Siling stared at Song Yuqing, "I like you."

"I want to pursue you, to become an enviable pair with you in the field of robotics. I’m base—I want to be your mistress. Ever since we started working on robots together, I’ve wanted to be your mistress. I thought you would actively ask me to be your mistress, but you didn’t. Then I thought, if I stayed by your side, if I were more attentive, you would eventually be moved by this slow-burning affection, but you weren’t. It’s my fault for not speaking up, for not expressing my needs."

Ye Siling took a deep breath and blurted out everything he had never said, yet had hoped Song Yuqing would understand. "So, can I pursue you now?"

Saying it all so smoothly didn’t seem as difficult as he had imagined.

Pei Huai: "…"

Pei Huai: "His achievements must be fabricated, right? Such an abrupt turn, completely illogical. Don’t believe him; he’s definitely lying to you."

Pei Huai didn’t hesitate to sow discord. What kind of dog thinks it can try to get a taste of his wife? Is there even enough to go around? He couldn't even get enough himself.

Song Yuqing already had little time to spare for anyone, and now this fool Ye Siling wanted a piece? Dream on.

Ye Siling hadn’t expected Pei Huai to be so insidious. His tone intensified, "I’m not lying. I’m sincere. I really want to be your mistress. I’ve been planning this for a long time. I’ve even messaged your husband multiple times, telling him to divorce you."

"If you don’t believe me, call Qi Zhengqing right now and let him corroborate my story."

Song Yuqing: "…"

Song Yuqing was also dumbfounded. What kind of twisted logic was this?

Provoking Qi Zhengqing repeatedly and then expecting Qi Zhengqing to vouch for him? Was Qi Zhengqing some kind of pushover alpha?

He thought Ye Siling must have lost his mind, cooped up in his ivory tower.

Arrogant and foolish—the moment things didn’t go according to his plan, Ye Siling would have a complete meltdown.

88: "He’s not just having a meltdown; he’s also a hardcore fantasist. Or rather, since he can’t have you, he wears a fursuit and fantasizes wildly in his head, going at it hot and heavy."

Song Yuqing: "?"

88 continued, "Like just now, when Pei Huai kissed you, he seemed angry, but in his head, he was mentally putting himself in Pei Huai’s place, imagining he was the one kissing you."

It was Song Yuqing’s first time encountering the concept of a fursuit. He fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "...That really is messed up."

"This is just the beginning?" 88 never failed to surprise Song Yuqing, dropping another bombshell. "He’s still rock-hard right now."

Song Yuqing: "…"

Song Yuqing didn’t want to look at Ye Siling anymore, nor did he want to verify what 88 said.

He didn’t know if Ye Siling felt embarrassed or ashamed, but he found it utterly shameless. Ye Siling was truly something, spewing one outrageous line after another.

Just as Song Yuqing was about to look away from Ye Siling—

Pei Huai, who had been intently watching Song Yuqing, noticed the shift in his gaze and immediately covered Song Yuqing’s eyes.

"What are you looking at? Can’t you look at me instead? You want to look at him? I’ll not only let you look, I’ll even let you touch." Pei Huai instantly bristled.

Song Yuqing: "…"

Song Yuqing kicked Pei Huai’s leg. "Are you insane? I didn’t look."

Pei Huai mentally scoffed a hundred times. "When a scoundrel says he didn’t look, he’s usually already taken several glances."

Song Yuqing: "…"

He had nothing to say, but he could pound this imbecile Pei Huai into oblivion.

Ye Siling’s expression also shifted. He knew Song Yuqing wasn’t like that—how could Song Yuqing possibly pay attention to another alpha’s body?

But hearing Pei Huai say that, he still hoped Song Yuqing would glance his way a few more times.

Ye Siling moved closer, close enough to clearly see Song Yuqing’s distinct eyelashes, even close enough to smell Song Yuqing’s cool, sharp scent.

Ye Siling’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse. "I’ll let you touch me too. Give me a chance."

Song Yuqing coldly pressed a finger against Ye Siling, directly rejecting him. "Don’t come closer. I’m not touching you."

The young man’s dark lashes lowered slightly, his gaze cool, looking down at him. His aloof features and raven-black eyelashes made him resemble a little white-jade Guanyin statue.

Ye Siling’s eyes grew darker. "Junior, you’re too moral, too concerned about the feelings of some mutt alphas. Actually, Junior, you don’t need to care about what other alphas feel."

"As long as you’re willing, you can touch any alpha you want."

Song Yuqing was so mad he was seeing stars.

This was a perfect example of how rumors spread with a single word, while refuting them takes endless effort.

Pei Huai snorted in exasperation. Who said that Ye Siling, that shameless cur, had self-respect, self-love, and pride? Right in front of him, he was trying to seduce Song Yuqing, aiming to become the fourth in the harem.

Pei Huai hooked his arm around Song Yuqing’s waist, pulling him close. "Touch me. Under normal circumstances, I already have an advantage."

"And during... that time..." Pei Huai's ears flushed red with urgency as he leaned in close to Song Yuqing’s ear, his hot breath brushing against the earlobe. "It's about two... four, about four... no, five centimeters in diameter."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Pei Huai: "Anyway, if you choose me, I won’t disappoint you."

Pei Huai was especially confident in this regard. An S+ ranked alpha wasn’t just powerful in psychic ability—he refused to believe Ye Siling could be more competitive than him.

Without hesitation, Song Yuqing cut off Pei Huai’s topic. "Shut up. No one wants to know your measurements."

Before this insane mutt, Pei Huai, could even shut up, Ye Siling spoke up again. "I have advantages too. I’m more flexible and can access places other alphas can’t reach."

"Touch me."

Ye Siling stared at Song Yuqing, gazing at his gorgeous face with a look full of lustful and invasive desire.

Song Yuqing was completely trapped between the perverse advantages of these two perverted alphas.

Song Yuqing: "..."

88: "Qingqing... so pitiful."

Song Yuqing was already in a bad mood, and now hearing System 88 say this, he retorted, "What am I pitiful about? Do you think I would..."

88: "Qingqing is so delicate. Compared to dog alphas, you’d definitely come in last."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Thanks for that cold shower of reality.

88: "But Qingqing is beautiful—pale and elegant."

Song Yuqing: ...Who are you calling petite and fragile?

88: "And there aren’t even any blemishes. I can even see the veins—so fair, Qingqing. Can I have a lick? If not, that’s fine. Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Song Yuqing frowned slightly. "...Have you caught a virus?"

88: "Not at all. Actually, what I mean is, even though I’m just saying it, you should totally take it seriously. Oh, and by the way, in a contest of beauty among alphas, little Qingqing would definitely take first place."

88: "Baby, you absolutely cannot let dog alphas see."

System 88 couldn’t control itself—once it started, it got carried away.

Anyway, with so many alphas fawning over Song Yuqing right now, it might as well take the chance to get a taste too. Song Yuqing would probably deal with the other alphas before getting to it.

88: "Otherwise, you’ll be licked until you cry by these perverted alphas."

In his mind, System 88 was almost like it had been infected with a porn virus, ranting obsessively. In the office, Pei Huai and Ye Siling were also talking nonstop, bickering and posturing.

Outside, Xiao Jinshi casually pushed the door open. "Gege, why are you closing the door?"

Xiao Jinshi narrowed his eyes, a slight smile curling at the corners of his lips. "Gege, are you all talking about cooking?"

Just one look at Xiao Jinshi’s smile told Song Yuqing that he was just as annoying as the two alphas. Might as well beat them all to death and dump them in a lake—System 88 included.

"Gege, I’m also great at cooking. I can feed you until..." Xiao Jinshi chuckled, emphasizing the last word, "...you’re full."

Author's Note:

Song Yuqing: I even put his name on my thesis, and he’s still picking fights with me. Is there something wrong with him?