Chapter 113: Decadent and Gorgeous

Chapter 113: Decadent Beauty

The alpha across the table tapped his fingers, having only just considered whether to truly eliminate Song Yuqing.

Today’s parliamentary events had solidified the alphas' conviction that Song Yuqing was a threat.

Moreover, with military robots successfully developed, their need for Song Yuqing had diminished.

Should Song Yuqing die, the military’s power would very likely fall into their hands.

Song Yuqing had done so much, only to unwittingly pave the way for others—and they, in turn, would send him to his demise.

He couldn’t help but wonder what expression would cross Song Yuqing’s usually impassive face.

Anger, resentment, or despair.

The alpha tilted his head, gazing at the wine glass on the table. Light and shadow played across its surface, as if reflecting Song Yuqing’s strikingly beautiful face, cold yet captivating.

Song Yuqing couldn’t blame anyone else; he could only blame himself for being so alluring.

Blame his icy aloofness that kept others at bay, blame his irresistible charm that provoked others to explore and ultimately destroy.

Like a perfect enigma, tempting one to unravel its mystery.

Even if the cost was Song Yuqing’s life.

They just needed to be careful, to execute it flawlessly. They couldn't let Song Yuqing’s loyal followers discover their involvement; otherwise, those rabid dogs would likely seek revenge at any cost.

Song Yuqing: “Where was your crash location before?”

Outside, the rain drizzled. The weather forecast predicted an intensification of rain in two hours, advising residents to stay indoors.

Xiao Jinshi had been exceptionally busy lately. Following his father’s death, Xiao Lin had vanished, and Xiao Jinshi was relentlessly tracking his whereabouts.

Given their past grievances, he didn’t believe Xiao Lin, if alive, would spare him or Song Yuqing.

He hadn't found time to contact Song Yuqing recently.

So, when Song Yuqing reached out, he was pleasantly surprised.

Xiao Jinshi: “Brother? North Mountain? What’s up? Do you want to go? Should I come with you?”

Song Yuqing: “Come over.”

North Mountain was a favored racing spot for thrill-seeking second-generation heirs. Its numerous, sharp, and challenging curves demanded exceptional skill.

Navigating these bends at high speed made it impossible to anticipate oncoming traffic, frequently leading to tragic head-on collisions.

Despite the frequent accidents, it failed to deter alphas who craved the adrenaline rush of flirting with death.

Xiao Jinshi abandoned his investigation, grabbed his car keys, and headed out.

A blue-silver gradient sports car pulled up to the entrance of Ye Siling’s lab.

Song Yuqing was at Ye Siling’s today. As quitting time approached, Ye Siling closed his report and quickly followed. “I’ll walk you home.”

He had just moved into the apartment beneath Song Yuqing’s yesterday, making it convenient for them to go home together. Surely, he could gradually cultivate their relationship this way?

Ye Siling naturally walked beside Song Yuqing, looking down at him.

Song Yuqing was dressed casually today. With just a slight downward glance, Ye Siling could glimpse Song Yuqing’s slender waist and pale skin through the slightly loose neckline of his T-shirt.

Ye Siling’s gaze lingered, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He pressed his hand against Song Yuqing’s collar, forcing his eyes back to Song Yuqing’s face, only to be met with an even colder expression.

Ye Siling took a deep breath. “Why are you wearing clothes like this? Any alpha could easily get an eyeful.”

Song Yuqing stared at Ye Siling for a few seconds. When Ye Siling still didn’t release his grip, Song Yuqing slapped the back of his hand.

“Let go.”

Only then did Ye Siling snap back to reality, realizing his behavior had crossed a line. He released his grip, though the spot where his fingers had touched Song Yuqing’s skin still felt warm and tingling.

The back of his hand, where Song Yuqing had slapped him, stung like fire.

“I…” Ye Siling struggled to explain his actions—he had looked, and he had touched.

Song Yuqing lowered his head to adjust his clothes and said coldly, “No one else would be as rude as you, staring so inappropriately.”

Ye Siling wanted to tell Song Yuqing that all alphas would stare without restraint. One glance, and they would fantasize about that slender waist, turning it into an erotic dream.

At night, when they closed their eyes, they would dream of gripping that dramatically slender waist and hearing Song Yuqing calling them worthless.

Ye Siling suppressed his thoughts and spoke again, “It’s raining. You didn’t bring an umbrella—I’ll walk you home.”

But Song Yuqing didn’t break stride. “I’m not going home.”

Ye Siling: “If you’re not going home, what are you going to do?”

Song Yuqing tilted his head, his gaze lingering on Ye Siling as if asking, *What does it have to do with you?*

Ye Siling felt he might have overstepped again and quickly added, “I mean, aren’t you going back to feed the cat?”

Song Yuqing stopped and looked at Ye Siling. “Are you going to help me feed Coal Ball? You can go ahead. I have something to do today.”

Ye Siling: “…”

Did he *want* to feed the cat? He wasn’t exactly an animal lover.

The only reason he was kind to Song Yuqing’s cat was because it belonged to Song Yuqing.

When he followed Song Yuqing to the lab entrance and saw the blue-silver gradient sports car in the distance, Ye Siling finally realized that Song Yuqing was going out with Xiao Jinshi.

Xiao Jinshi: “Brother, over here.”

Song Yuqing walked down the steps, and Ye Siling opened an umbrella, following closely.

Ye Siling: “What are you two going to do?”

Xiao Jinshi sneered, “What’s it to you? Do you think you’re Qi Zhengqing?”

Even Qi Zhengqing couldn’t control Song Yuqing.

Ye Siling’s expression instantly turned awkward at Xiao Jinshi’s words.

Ye Siling: “Don’t take Song Yuqing to do anything dangerous. Don’t put him in harm’s way.”

The moment he saw Xiao Jinshi’s flashy sports car, Ye Siling could guess that the two were probably off to enjoy another round of speed and thrill, just like last time.

Song Yuqing had already opened the car door himself and said to Xiao Jinshi, "Let's go."

Xiao Jinshi slapped the steering wheel, shot a defiant glance at Ye Siling, and sped away arrogantly.

Leaving Ye Siling alone on the spot.

"He's so meddlesome," Xiao Jinshi turned his head to look at Song Yuqing, sparing no effort to badmouth Ye Siling in front of him. "He wouldn't go tattle to Qi Zhengqing, would he?"

"That kind of person is the most underhanded—always trying to sow discord."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Such a loudmouth. In his eyes, Xiao Jinshi also loved to sow discord, and of course, Ye Siling was no good either.

T-T: [No tattling.]

Ye Siling, who had just taken out his phone and typed out a long paragraph: "..."

ysl: [I'm not that kind of person. Stay safe.]

ysl: [Relaxation is one thing, but safety comes first.]

Even in the city, Xiao Jinshi drove as if in a death race. The car moved at high speed, the neon lights outside the window blurring into streaks.

Once they left the city, the road widened and grew quiet, the streetlights spaced farther apart.

The dim yellow light flickered like an intermittent drumbeat across Song Yuqing's pale face.

Song Yuqing reached out a hand; a gust of wind brushed past his fingertips and swiftly vanished.

Xiao Jinshi glanced in the rearview mirror and warned Song Yuqing, "Someone's following us."

Song Yuqing didn’t even bat an eyelid, nodding slightly, "Mhm."

Song Yuqing slowly lifted his eyes and turned to look at Xiao Jinshi, "Is the car expensive?"

Xiao Jinshi was taken aback for a moment, then a faint smile tugged at his lips, "Not really."

Even if tens of millions were thrown into the water without a sound, crashing the car for Song Yuqing to see—if it could lift his spirits a little—why not?

Song Yuqing also knew that any car Xiao Jinshi drove was unlikely to be cheap, and one he specifically brought out would certainly be even more expensive.

Song Yuqing: "Drive up the mountain."

Xiao Jinshi gripped the steering wheel with one hand and tugged at Song Yuqing's seatbelt, making sure he wouldn’t be in too much danger.

Xiao Jinshi drove fast. At the end of the wide suburban road, after a near-drift tailspin, the car ascended the winding mountain path.

The car behind clung relentlessly to them. After two full laps around the mountain, with each turn, the car’s tail swung out, tires screeching against the wet road, spraying rainwater everywhere.

The rain had added a layer of mist to the mountain, making visibility even poorer on an already dark night.

Xiao Jinshi swerved around a sharp bend when suddenly a car appeared ahead, speeding straight toward them.

It was then that Xiao Jinshi realized the car following them wasn’t the main threat—in fact, despite chasing, it hadn't dared to ram them outright, as if waiting for the right moment.

But the car ahead was different—it was clearly aiming to crash into them head-on as they rounded the bend.

Below was a cliff; the slightest misstep would mean certain death.

Xiao Jinshi instinctively wanted to ask Song Yuqing what to do next when a cold voice sounded beside his ear, "Ram it. Push it off the cliff."

Xiao Jinshi floored the accelerator, charging straight toward the black car that was clearly targeting them.

Bang!

A heavy, thunderous crash echoed. The black car made a last-ditch effort.

Song Yuqing suddenly leaned over and yanked the steering wheel hard.

Though confused, Xiao Jinshi yielded full control to Song Yuqing.

With another fierce impact against the black car’s side, almost as it plummeted off the cliff, their own car flipped over. In an instant, glass shattered everywhere. Xiao Jinshi tried to shield Song Yuqing but felt warm blood under his touch.

After flipping, their car didn’t come to a complete stop, crashing violently into a road barrier with a deafening sound.

Silence fell inside the car.

In the pouring rain, two cars came to a steady stop.

In the car that had been tailing Song Yuqing and Xiao Jinshi, an alpha slammed the steering wheel, "Damn it!"

Even they could tell they’d been set up.

Those bastards from Xinzhou had turned the tables on them.

They had only intended to cause an accident for Song Yuqing, escalating tensions between him and the influential alphas of Xinzhou, then lure him to their side with offers.

But those scumbags had aimed to kill Song Yuqing outright and pin the blame on them.

Who knew if Song Yuqing was even alive?

Such a fragile beta was probably dead from the impact.

"What do we do now?" a companion asked.

The alpha’s gaze turned icy. Running would only make them fall into Xinzhou’s trap, and the other side was clearly out for blood. Better to fight back, take them down, and escape.

"Let’s fuck them up!" the alpha gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes. He reached for the gun at his waist but found it missing.

Cursing again, "Shit, where’s my gun?"

His companion tossed him another, "Damn, you’re something else, losing your own weapon. Use this."

The alpha took the gun and fired at the opposing car, then said, "After this, we take Song Yuqing back—dead or alive."

But the Xinzhou group was faster.

Gunshots suddenly erupted on the mountain road, bullets cutting through the rain with sharp whistles as they flew toward the enemy.

Shell casings clattered onto the wet ground, the gunfire echoing through the valley, drowning out the sound of the rain.

In less than half an hour, the Sri Lanka faction members were all dead.

The leader’s subordinate respectfully returned to the car and reported, "They're all dead."

A deep alpha voice came from inside the car, "What about Song Yuqing?"

The alpha's subordinate reported again, "We've checked. There's no breath. The alpha with him is lying on top of him, showing no signs of life either. They're both dead."

A pair of polished black shoes stepped into the muddy rainwater, splashing tiny droplets.

Almost simultaneously, a large black umbrella was swiftly positioned, precisely over the car door, shielding the alpha's head from the pouring rain.

On the other side of the car, Wei Yuan also got out.

He had come along specifically for revenge—he wanted to witness Song Yuqing's death with his own eyes.

Wei Yuan was impatient to see Song Yuqing's final moments.

Rainwater mixed with blood meandered, carrying away the last traces of life from that beautiful, fragile young man.

Under the bright lights, the alpha looked into the car.

Blood and rain streaked down that pale face; the thick, wet eyelashes rested like motionless butterfly wings.

His clothes were soaked through with blood and rainwater, clinging tightly to his body, outlining a slender and fragile frame, while the alpha Xiao Jinshi's body pressed against Song Yuqing, forming deeper creases in the fabric.

The drenched cloth took on a semi-transparent texture, faintly revealing the cold, pale skin beneath and the cuts from glass shards.

A wretched sight, like an expensive piece of porcelain brutally shattered and stained with filthy blood.

Or like a white rose robbed of its vitality, petals splattered with blood, radiating a startling, tragic beauty.

Decadently gorgeous.

Even though this was meant to send Song Yuqing to his death, seeing him dead with his own eyes stirred a surprising pang of regret.

Wei Yuan was also momentarily stunned. When he finally processed it, his face contorted with triumph. "You shouldn't have crossed me. Serves you right, you wretched commoner!"

Before Wei Yuan could finish, the alpha kicked him, leveling a cold, sharp glare his way.

Wei Yuan’s remaining words stuck in his throat.

The alpha took a phone—one belonging to the Sri Lankan group—and carefully took final photos of Song Yuqing. After capturing the images, he sent them all to Qi Zhengqing.

To inform Qi Zhengqing that his wife, his beloved, had died here.

And that, before dying, his wife had been held in the arms of another alpha.

Qi Zhengqing couldn’t even die alongside his wife.

He wouldn’t even be able to find his wife’s body.

All of this should be enough to drive Qi Zhengqing mad. Agitated, his psychic energy would go out of control, drastically cutting short his already limited lifespan. Before his death, Qi Zhengqing would drag a group of alphas down with him, purge Xinzhou, and then take action against Sri Lanka.

Taking care of two major threats at once. Xinzhou might plunge into temporary darkness.

But darkness always precedes dawn. After power collapses, it rebuilds.

The alpha gestured to his subordinates to move Xiao Jinshi aside, then bent down and gently lifted Song Yuqing's body. His movements were tender, as if he were a husband careful not to disturb his sleeping wife.

Wei Yuan, curled up in the muddy water, his abdomen still searing with pain, was utterly bewildered by what he was seeing.

His eyes widened, his mouth hanging open unconsciously, rainwater flowing in without him even noticing.

What... what was this? What was this scoundrel planning to do with Song Yuqing’s body? Could he be one of Song Yuqing’s die-hard fans, too?

The more Wei Yuan thought about it, the more it made sense. If he weren’t a die-hard fan, why would the alpha kick him just for badmouthing Song Yuqing?

Wei Yuan’s gaze unconsciously drifted back to Song Yuqing—even in death, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

Noticing Wei Yuan’s stare, the alpha turned to him. "What are you looking at?"

Wei Yuan quickly lowered his head.

But his mind kept replaying the alpha’s every move.

So gentle and tender.

A normal alpha like me would never feel such a strong possessiveness over someone else’s corpse.

Was he going to take Song Yuqing’s body and do something perverted with it?

Right now, Song Yuqing’s body was still faintly warm.

Author's Note:

Wei Yuan: The world is one big competition for Song Yuqing’s die-hard fans.

Song Qingqing: I've been shot! I'm dead! *kitty covers chest and tilts head.jpg*

Xiao Jinshi: I died too, alongside my wife.

Da Qi: I’m kinda actually dead.