Chapter 103: I’ll Do It Myself

Chapter 103: I'll Handle It Myself

The alphas waiting outside finally turned their attention to the scene within.

Witnessing the situation in the room, those outside showed little reaction, almost as if the one who had died inside was not the alpha they had just been serving.

As if they were not traitors.

Only a few subtle glances fell upon Song Yuqing.

Upon this beta, rumored to be as formidable as any alpha.

The young man’s facial features were smooth, exuding an aura of cool, detached beauty. His fingers were pale and clean, untouched by any trace of blood.

Xiao Jinshi spoke simply, "Go in and clean it up."

Everyone immediately averted their gaze and entered to carry out the task Xiao Jinshi had assigned.

Xiao Jinshi led Song Yuqing to the second floor and opened a painting. It depicted a vivacious and vibrant Omega, bearing a resemblance to Xiao Jinshi.

The Omega’s smile was like a sun, drawing people in.

Xiao Jinshi hugged Song Yuqing from behind, holding the painting in front of him. His smile seemed to mirror that of the Omega in the painting. "Qingqing, this is my mother."

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze, his fingers brushing over the sunflower held by the Omega. "Hm."

"I wanted so badly to keep her by my side, but..." Xiao Jinshi nuzzled into Song Yuqing’s neck, "I am too useless."

Song Yuqing didn’t mince words, offering a fair assessment. "Indeed, useless."

Xiao Jinshi was abruptly pulled out of his emotional spiral by Song Yuqing’s words.

He hadn’t intended to use his mother’s death to garner sympathy from Song Yuqing, but he also hadn’t expected to receive not a single word of comfort.

It completely defied the expected script.

Xiao Jinshi fell silent for a moment before finally uttering what sounded like a promise. "I will be useful in the future."

"I will protect you."

Xiao Jinshi continued nuzzling into Song Yuqing’s neck, utterly reluctant to let go.

Xiao Jinshi carefully stored the painting away and then asked Song Yuqing, "Brother, are you really planning to extend an alpha’s lifespan by stripping their spiritual energy and consciousness?"

"I don’t mean anything by it," Xiao Jinshi added by way of explanation. "It’s just that I feel it’s somewhat similar to what we saw in the Sri-Lan Continent last year."

Song Yuqing: "That’s not the plan."

Or rather, it was nothing more than a fantastical pipe dream of alphas.

The likelihood of success was almost one in a thousand—a miracle among miracles.

Moreover, if the stripped spiritual energy could be linked to robots, it would turn alphas into monsters that were no longer themselves.

And granting alphas effectively immortal lifespans would only make these damn alphas even more reckless.

Research on this was solely to counter what might be developed in the escalating conflict between the Sri-Lan Continent and Xin Zhou.

The collaboration between the Xiao family and the Sri-Lan Continent meant that both sides always maintained access to the research data.

With Hakimi dead, their research progress might slow over the next few years, but they would certainly not stop.

Song Yuqing had always disliked being too passive, disliked finding himself incapable of handling a situation when it arose.

Therefore, even if there was only a possibility, Song Yuqing would research it thoroughly, understand its principles, and formulate countermeasures.

Military District,

Pei Wei had also been keeping an eye on the Sri-Lan Continent. However, ever since Song Yuqing and the others returned from the Sri-Lan Continent, both the Xiao family and the Sri-Lan Continent had gone quiet.

All underhanded dealings seemed to have halted.

The Xiao family had even undergone a power transition.

Pei Wei mused, his intuition telling him that all of this was related to Song Yuqing.

A knock came at the door, and Pei Wei no longer had the luxury to dwell on these matters. The report brought by the visitor was once again about the medication for managing alpha spiritual energy crises.

In the Military District, due to the high rate and intensity of spiritual energy combat training, the occurrence and severity of spiritual energy turmoil were alarmingly high, leading to massive demand for such medications.

Yet, the Tan family refused to offer any discounts, selling the medications at outrageous prices.

Really, sometimes he felt like selling himself into servitude to afford the medicine.

Pei Wei massaged his temples. Great, it was time to cash in his old favors again.

Who had it as bad as him? What kind of Military District had fallen to such a state? These bastards in Xin Zhou were going to hell eventually!

Protect this?

When the Sri-Lan Continent attacks, let the Tan family stand in the front row, the parliament in the second row, and together they can be blown to smithereens by the Sri-Lan Continent.

Oh, right, Song Yuqing can stand in the last row.

Speaking of Song Yuqing, Pei Wei shamelessly reached out to him. "Pei Huai has been very obedient lately. I’ve been training him like a dog, working him so hard he can’t even move, and he hasn’t tried to escape."

Pei Wei inwardly despised himself—selling out his son for favor was something he had actually resorted to.

But he was old—he couldn’t very well sell himself, could he?

Selling Pei Huai was far more practical. He might not get to see his wife, but at least everyone would have access to soothing agents/medication.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing frowned slightly and spoke cautiously, "What do you want?"

Pei Wei: "Military funds are tight."

Song Yuqing: "..."

After a long silence from Song Yuqing, Pei Wei vented cautiously, "The Tan family’s medication for spiritual energy turmoil is too expensive. We can handle other shortages, but this is one thing we can’t do without."

Song Yuqing: "Mm, put it on Qi Zhengqing’s account. No need for parliamentary approval."

Although Song Yuqing agreed, Pei Wei wasn't completely reassured.

Song Yuqing sometimes was amazed by the people of Xin Zhou, especially after working with them.

These high-ranking, powerful alphas within Xin Zhou would grab every chance to line their pockets.

Indeed, even if war breaks out, these nobles can simply pack up and leave, thriving elsewhere.

However, now is not the time to deal with them. Let them enjoy themselves for a few more days.

Song Yuqing: "For the military funds you need, go directly to Qi Zhengqing for approval. Don’t stress about the medication for relief. I’ll handle it as soon as possible."

"By the way, has Pei Huai ever experienced a psychic rampage?" Song Yuqing asked casually.

Pei Wei: "That’s something every Alpha must go through. Don’t feel sorry for him. Alphas aren’t meant to be pitied."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing explained, "I don’t."

Pei Wei’s face flushed red. "I understand, I understand. Actually, I’m a bit embarrassed too."

Song Yuqing: "?"

Pei Wei spoke in a very low voice, sounding somewhat guilty. "Sometimes I feel quite sorry for Qi Zhengqing. After all, my son is the third party, and you’re having Qi Zhengqing spend money to support the third party and his comrades-in-arms."

Song Yuqing hung up with no change in expression.

The parliament was tired of monitoring Song Yuqing. "To be honest, Song Yuqing really isn’t someone to be afraid of."

"No matter how impressive he seems, he’s just a researcher. He’s been holed up in his lab for the past six months."

Zheng Kaiji remained silent.

"All he does is come back occasionally to beat up Zong He. He’s only a threat to Zong He."

"This month, Qi Zhengqing approved even more funds for us."

"Probably using money to buy Song Yuqing a mascot position."

Zheng Kaiji always felt that Song Yuqing’s silence was too unusual. Was Song Yuqing really such a passive person?

"Still, when the time comes, we’ll have to kick Song Yuqing out."

"His political skills are nowhere near a match for his beauty. At best, he’s just a trophy husband with a slightly better brain."

They had already forgotten their first impression of Song Yuqing from the broadcast and the feeling he gave them at the time.

Instead, they now saw Song Yuqing as a harmless, pretty kitten.

The topic of Song Yuqing was quickly brushed aside, and these people resumed their meaningless meeting.

The discussions revolved around how to solve the lifespan issue of Alphas, how to counter extreme equal rights activists, and why educational inequality wasn’t worth solving—since they had already given those people enough opportunities.

Song Yuqing was working late again, as he did almost every day, day after day.

Song Yuqing opened the door expressionlessly but was immediately pulled into a strong embrace as soon as he stepped inside.

Almost reflexively, Song Yuqing drew an ultrathin blade and pressed it against the Alpha’s neck. Only after realizing who it was did he return the blade to the special hidden pocket inside his coat.

Qi Zhengqing lowered his gaze and gently pinched the small pocket at Song Yuqing’s waist. No one would ever guess that Song Yuqing carried a blade with him.

Afterward, the Alpha’s hand rested on the small of Song Yuqing’s back. "Genius kitten."

Song Yuqing didn’t respond to Qi Zhengqing. Instead, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and looked directly at Qi Zhengqing. "Let's do it."

His pale lips uttered only a single, simple word.

Even though he was referring to something as sexual, his amber eyes remained clear and cold, with only a hint of barely noticeable exhaustion at the bottom, revealing a trace of fragility.

When exhausted to the extreme, Song Yuqing needed an outlet. He needed to forget everything and sleep after overexerting himself.

Song Yuqing’s desires were always so direct and purposeful.

Yet they dragged the Alpha’s filthy, impure desires out of the darkness.

Qi Zhengqing leaned down and kissed Song Yuqing’s snow-white cheek. "Okay, but I brought you a gift."

Song Yuqing tilted his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes. What gift?

To be honest, he still believed he had no romantic sensibilities. He still thought the value of a gift was far inferior to giving money or resources.

Qi Zhengqing’s money was his, and his resources were his too.

He didn’t understand what else of value Qi Zhengqing could give him.

When he opened the box and saw the waist chain inside, Song Yuqing fell silent.

It was the overpriced waist chain he and Qi Zhengqing had bid on last year in Sri Lanka.

Song Yuqing snapped the box shut. "Too much trouble."

He didn’t particularly like complicated things. Why not get straight to the point? Do it and then sleep.

Song Yuqing stared quietly at the Alpha. He didn’t realize that his direct gaze was even more challenging and arousing for the Alpha.

It made the Alpha want to see him even more beautiful and alluring.

Qi Zhengqing brushed his thumb over Song Yuqing’s cool neck. "It’s not troublesome. This isn’t work."

Song Yuqing lifted his thin eyelids slightly, a cool arch forming. "I know it’s not work. No one’s job is to have sex."

Qi Zhengqing’s words were cut off before he could finish.

Song Yuqing was too tired, too impatient, Qi Zhengqing thought.

"Do you find this stimulating?" Song Yuqing asked Qi Zhengqing directly.

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Song Yuqing raised his chin. "If you’re seeking stimulation, I can call Xiao Jinshi over. You can watch from the sidelines."

Even though Qi Zhengqing usually kept his emotions tightly controlled, hearing Song Yuqing’s words caused his emotions to slip for a moment.

Qi Zhengqing scooped Song Yuqing into his arms. "Call Xiao Jinshi?"

Song Yuqing had achieved his goal of provoking Qi Zhengqing and nodded lightly. "Yes, he’s young and impulsive."

The Alpha’s voice deepened as he finished Song Yuqing’s unspoken thought. "He wouldn’t hesitate to do it with you at the slightest request, would he?"

Trapped firmly in the Alpha’s embrace, Song Yuqing replied unhurriedly, "Yes."

Qi Zhengqing came to his senses and knew Song Yuqing was deliberately provoking him. He handed his phone to Song Yuqing. "Call him, then."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Sometimes, I really don’t want to be around Qi Zhengqing—he always seems to know exactly what I'm thinking.

Having to use my head in the lab and then again when I get home can be a bit exhausting.

Song Yuqing took the phone Qi Zhengqing handed him and, expressionlessly, called Xiao Jinshi. "Come over..."

Xiao Jinshi: "?"

"Let's do it," Song Yuqing said calmly, yet his words stirred up a storm in the alpha on the other end.

Xiao Jinshi, who was keeping vigil at the mourning hall, eagerly pressed further, "Where should I go? Where can I find you? Your apartment or the lab?"

Unable to resist, Xiao Jinshi confirmed again, "You mean *do it* like that, right? Not an experiment? Ge, you’re not messing with me, are you? Or should I come to my father’s funeral hall?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

This one’s even wilder.

Qi Zhengqing took the phone from Song Yuqing and ended the call. "He’s even more imaginative than I thought. Do you still want him?"

Song Yuqing lifted his head, not backing down in the slightest. "I could take him."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Song Yuqing simply doesn’t know what fear is. When testing each other’s limits, he always manages to break down others’ boundaries again and again, only to rebuild them in a way that benefits him.

Yet no one can do anything about it—they can only beg him for a little affection.

Qi Zhengqing looked down at the beautiful, infuriating kitten, his tone calm as he negotiated with Song Yuqing. "But going to the Xiao family now would mean you have to go out, and that’s even more troublesome. Let’s not go."

Song Yuqing wasn’t against wearing it, but a stubborn streak in him demanded that he achieve his own goals to feel satisfied. Without hesitation, Song Yuqing turned dismissive. "We’re not doing it anymore. You can leave."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Pulling the rug out from under him.

This kitten has used every trick in the book on him.

"I’m not leaving." Qi Zhengqing’s large hand covered Song Yuqing’s, stopping his movement. The alpha’s palm was warm, exuding an undeniable strength. "How many times?"

Song Yuqing thought for a moment. "Three. I’m tired."

Qi Zhengqing unbuttoned the remaining buttons on Song Yuqing’s shirt, his gaze drifting from Song Yuqing’s aloof, cold face down to the young man’s thin yet firm waist.

Pale and slender.

Even a simple touch or embrace would leave marks.

Faced with the alpha’s intense stare, Song Yuqing tilted his head, seeming puzzled. Not everyone is like that—he didn’t even have abs. The thought made him a bit upset.

With a hint of dissatisfaction, he asked Qi Zhengqing, "Do you like it that much?"

Qi Zhengqing pressed closer, his abdomen against Song Yuqing’s slender waist, completely enveloping him in his embrace. Restrained yet rough, he grinded against him, his voice slightly hoarse. "I like it."

"You’re beautiful."

"It makes an alpha unable to resist admiring you. I desire you, and being close to you makes me happy—both physically and emotionally. What about you? Are you happy?"

But his question went unanswered. The alpha’s hot breath fell on Song Yuqing’s slightly upturned, snow-white neck, leaving a faint pink flush.

Song Yuqing leaned back, his waist resting against the edge of the hardwood desk behind him. His pale face, tilted upward, was exposed under the light—fragile yet aloof.

Qi Zhengqing kissed Song Yuqing’s lips again, a tone of helplessness in his voice. "It seems like you don’t even know how to relax."

Song Yuqing kept his emotions tightly wound. His life was filled with endless tasks every day.

The intricacies of robot pheromones, mental energy, and overall planning.

There were too many things to handle, yet very little room for himself.

He had taken Qi Zhengqing’s earlier suggestion about using sex to relieve stress to heart.

But even then, it was only about alleviating his own stress—essentially, just restoring his state.

Song Yuqing shouldn’t be like an emotionless little robot, tirelessly working.

"Are you happy when you’re with me?" Qi Zhengqing asked Song Yuqing again.

Song Yuqing was puzzled. Was he the kind of person to bring suffering on himself? If something made him uncomfortable, why would he willingly subject himself to it?

Song Yuqing placed his hand on Qi Zhengqing’s solid, powerful arm once more, only to hear Qi Zhengqing ask him, "Do you even know what you like?"

Song Yuqing was too rushed—perhaps he didn’t even realize how rushed he was.

Song Yuqing looked up at Qi Zhengqing, a trace of dissatisfaction in his expression. "Too... talkative."

"Baby, you should tell me what you need, where you need it, instead of rushing to finish."

"Even when a kitten hunts, it toys with its prey in different ways instead of just biting it to death."

Song Yuqing felt the conversation was heading in an uncontrollable direction. Was Qi Zhengqing teaching him about the pleasures of hunting?

In the clash of words, he seemed to grasp what Qi Zhengqing had been trying to say from the beginning—the importance of fun and pleasure.

"I don’t want to hear you talk. I’ll do it myself." Song Yuqing’s thick, dark eyelashes, damp and dark, trembled slightly, reflecting a cold, unwavering glint.

Qi Zhengqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he completely gave up control to Song Yuqing. "Okay."