Chapter 120: Threat

Chapter 120: Threat

The alpha before him was like an exuberant, overeager dog.

The moment he saw his owner, he couldn’t wait to pounce, putting his paws on his owner’s shoulders—that’s what came to mind.

Song Yuqing used a finger to push Pei Huai’s shoulder away, his long, fine eyelashes lowering slightly. “Act more mature.”

Pei Huai really wanted to say that acting mature wouldn’t get him anywhere with his wife—at least, Song Yuqing would never make the first move.

If he didn’t make the first move, he’d just be sitting here doing nothing for two hours.

He didn’t want to sit idly for two hours; he wanted to be *doing something* for two hours.

“I missed you, Qingqing,” Pei Huai eagerly said again.

Song Yuqing: “Hm.”

Pei Huai wasn't satisfied. “Hm” meant acknowledgment, but it wasn’t a response. Song Yuqing was always like this—distant, only giving him a brief glance, rarely saying he liked him or missed him.

It was as if, no matter how desperately others loved him, he could leave at any time.

Pei Huai pinned Song Yuqing against the desk, but before Song Yuqing’s waist could hit the surface, Pei Huai’s arm broke the fall.

The alpha’s movements and gaze were intensely aggressive. He forced his fingers between Song Yuqing’s, forcing a tight hold. “Say you missed me.”

Song Yuqing’s eyes held an inquiring look as he tilted his head slightly to meet the alpha’s gaze. His thick, dark lashes cast a faint, cool shadow. “What will you do if I don’t say it?”

The carelessness and indifference in his tone made the alpha’s heart ache with frustration.

Months of missing him were instantly ignited by Song Yuqing’s words.

Pei Huai had originally only wanted to hear Song Yuqing say he missed him, but with Song Yuqing looking up at him this way, Pei Huai’s throat moved. His hand, still pressed against the desk, switched to gripping Song Yuqing’s waist. “I won’t do anything.”

The alpha lowered his voice, speaking slowly and deliberately into Song Yuqing’s ear, clearly pronouncing each word: “I want to fuck you.”

Song Yuqing gave the alpha a look. “No.”

Pei Huai knew it wasn’t allowed, of course. There were no condoms right now, and he really didn’t want to actually get Song Yuqing pregnant.

But he still wanted to say it, and he even wanted to hear Song Yuqing say, “Alright.”

Pei Huai pushed further, “Why not? Don’t you like me?”

The two were very close, almost pressed together except for the thin layer of fabric between them. Pei Huai inhaled Song Yuqing’s cool, enticing scent, unable to restrain himself from wanting to kiss him, hold him, press against him.

Pei Huai really couldn’t help himself and pressed against him.

“Qi Zhengqing can.”

“He has a certificate. Do you?” Song Yuqing’s tone was casual. “Also, stop rubbing.”

“I don’t,” Pei Huai said with unshakable confidence, almost as if he knew where he stood. “Does not having a certificate mean it’s not allowed? The one who isn’t loved is the third wheel.”

Song Yuqing: “…”

Song Yuqing gently patted the alpha’s face. “Nonsense.”

Alphas were like dogs with overwhelming possessiveness—even if something wasn’t theirs, they’d find a way to make it theirs.

“It’s not nonsense…” Pei Huai said stubbornly. “I want to kiss you.”

Song Yuqing cupped Pei Huai’s face and gave him a brief, light kiss. But that kiss clearly showed he allowed it, allowing the alpha to take it further.

Pei Huai picked Song Yuqing up fully, continuing with a kiss that was both tender and domineering.

His hands moved to undo Song Yuqing’s clothes. “Take them off. If they get wrinkled, you’ll be upset. If we take everything off now, they won’t get wrinkled.”

Song Yuqing almost laughed in frustration at Pei Huai’s logic.

But the next second, the alpha covered his lips again without giving him a chance to protest, drawing out only a soft, muffled sound.

Slender fingers gripped the alpha’s metal epaulette, the accessory clicking softly from the alpha’s vigorous movements.

They fell together onto the guest sofa, Song Yuqing’s head spinning from the intensity of the alpha’s kisses, completely wrapped in his arms.

But Pei Huai suddenly stopped. His rough fingers felt along Song Yuqing’s slim waist, his voice quiet and serious. “Who did this?”

There were fine scars there, long past the healing stage, but the faint marks remained. Combined with Song Yuqing’s naturally poor immune system, his wounds healed slower than most people’s.

Song Yuqing himself hadn’t paid them much mind.

Now, as Pei Huai touched them, Song Yuqing tugged at Pei Huai’s clothes. “Does it look bad? Then get out.”

“I’m not leaving.”

Pei Huai only felt heartache. He couldn’t bear to touch them too much, afraid of overstepping—yet someone had dared to hurt Song Yuqing like this.

Seeing these fine, dense scars, he could almost imagine how much pain Song Yuqing must have endured when he was injured.

“I’ll kill them.” The alpha’s eyes reddened with uncontrollable, obsessive fury, his words nearly gritted out.

Like a wolf whose mate had been harmed, he vengefully wanted to tear apart those who had hurt him.

Song Yuqing: “Mm.”

“The people from Sri Lanka and those old fools plotted against me together. I’ve already dealt with the ones from Xinzhou. The ones from Sri Lanka—you handle them.”

Pei Huai’s fingers gently traced the scars, placing kiss after kiss on Song Yuqing’s waist.

“They’re also very pretty. Pink, just like how pink you are down there.”

Song Yuqing: “…”

Pei Huai’s way of comforting people was truly shameless.

Song Yuqing was already weakened by Pei Huai’s kisses, especially with the alpha’s scorching breath brushing against his skin, stirring waves of tingling sensation. His waist tightened, arching into a beautifully seductive curve.

From this angle, even the dip of his waist became irresistibly enticing.

Pei Huai’s breath hitched again, his tone almost mesmerized. “Qingqing, let me lick them.”

“Please, let me have a taste.” His voice trembled with desire, as if wrung from the depths of his burning chest.

Caught off guard, Song Yuqing kicked hard at the alpha’s chest, a sharp, heavy blow, but it didn’t make the alpha back down. “…Pei Huai.”

The cold metal of the epaulette pressed against the beta’s inner thigh.

A sudden, deep thrust sent shivers coursing through him.

"Qingqing, has Qi Zhengqing ever been like this?"

Pei Huai abruptly brought up Qi Zhengqing.

Song Yuqing’s body stiffened again briefly, clearly recalling it too. If Qi Zhengqing knew, he would probably act indifferent on the surface but actually be upset.

"Next time, can we do this in front of Qi Zhengqing?"

Song Yuqing's breathing quickened, his lashes glistening with wetness. His eyes cleared briefly as he said, "No."

Pei Huai wasn’t surprised at this response.

But he didn't care either. He always believed that Qi Zhengqing only had a marriage certificate on him. If he were Song Yuqing's husband, if Song Yuqing's first kiss was with him, if his first time making love was with him—

Then Song Yuqing would value him more, too.

There was nothing to be jealous of. Qi Zhengqing was just luckier than him, having secured that spot first. Perhaps one day, he too would become more important and irreplaceable in Song Yuqing's heart.

Outside the door, the alpha waited impatiently, but no one came out. Instead, he heard movement inside—the sound of a table scraping as it was shoved aside.

It sounded like a struggle was going on inside, and a fierce one at that.

The alpha grew more and more agitated.

That loser Pei Huai actually managed it.

"Let me help you get dressed," Pei Huai leaned in closer, only to be slapped by Song Yuqing. The alpha’s head snapped slightly to the side by the force.

His cold, detached eyes held a hint of displeasure. Though he had been pleasured, when faced with the alpha's presumptuous behavior, he didn’t hesitate to slap him.

Pei Huai said nothing. He had gone too far today.

If Song Yuqing hit him, he deserved it.

Especially when his gaze fell on the damp patch on the leather couch—Pei Huai felt both satisfied and felt the urge to get down and lick it clean.

But he was afraid Song Yuqing would only dislike him more for it.

Song Yuqing caught his breath. "Get out. I'll do it myself."

Forget it. Pei Huai was leaving soon anyway. He wouldn’t be back here for a long time, and Pei Huai wouldn’t get many chances.

After all, given the current situation, Pei Huai was only going to get busier.

They would all get busier.

Pei Huai’s throat moved as he insisted, "Let me help you."

Song Yuqing sat down at the desk, not looking at Pei Huai, and began fastening his shirt buttons. He tossed the metal shoulder epaulet that Pei Huai had knocked loose back to him. "Take your things and go back."

Pei Huai caught the metal epaulet, his fingers unconsciously rubbing over it. It was still slightly damp to the touch.

As if recounting the scene moments earlier—how it had been dislodged from the alpha’s shoulder and fallen into a wet patch.

The epaulet seemed to still carry the residual warmth from Song Yuqing’s pale thighs.

"Qingqing…"

Song Yuqing turned his head, his long, damp lashes were calm, his tone icy. It seemed that if Pei Huai stayed even a second longer, he could slap the unruly alpha again.

"What else do you want?"

Pei Huai curled his fingers around the epaulet, squeezed it, and raised an eyebrow. "I'm going back. Get some rest."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the alpha outside quickly hid in the shadows, masking his presence entirely.

Only after Pei Huai had fully left did the alpha emerge from the shadows.

Song Yuqing’s office suite was quiet, with very few people coming and going. Since Song Yuqing seldom came, even when he did, he wouldn’t leave any confidential documents behind.

Plus, Song Yuqing preferred quiet, so no alpha would be so bold as to disturb him.

But today, he’d found his chance.

The alpha adjusted his military uniform, took a deep breath, and felt a little nervous just before knocking. He collected his thoughts and then knocked.

A long time passed before a cold, almost emotionless voice came from inside. "Come in."

The alpha's heart leaped into his throat.

This door had actually opened for him.

The path to Song Yuqing had opened for him.

The alpha entered the room and snapped a perfect military salute. "I am a member of the 'Blade' special forces, also the alpha who ranked second overall in training performance. My ID is X-02."

Song Yuqing's cold gaze followed the sound, his thin lips parting. "So?"

For a moment, the alpha panicked. Before entering, he had only seen Song Yuqing as a cold, maybe even a little arrogant but ultimately gullible beta. He thought that since Song Yuqing could accept Pei Huai, he could also accept an alpha like him.

After all, he wasn’t that far behind Pei Huai.

But now, with Song Yuqing's offhand remark, the alpha felt humiliated.

Still, he didn’t back down. "Whatever Pei Huai can do, I can do too."

The air was filled with the scent of gunpowder from Pei Huai's pheromones, left behind just moments ago. It enveloped Song Yuqing completely, claiming him aggressively, telling every alpha that this was his mate.

The alpha’s deeply ingrained insecurity—even without rightful claim, they would try to mark their partners with their scent to intimidate other alphas.

By now, Song Yuqing's belly was probably saturated with Pei Huai's pheromones.

If Pei Huai could pleasure Song Yuqing, he could pleasure Song Yuqing too. Why couldn’t he replace Pei Huai and become the favored alpha by Song Yuqing's side?

To press deep kisses against the beauty's eyelashes, to steal Song Yuqing's breath again and again, to watch Song Yuqing surrender to him.

Only then did Song Yuqing coldly turn his gaze to the alpha. The alpha's heart pounded, but he swallowed hard.

"I know what you and Pei Huai did here." He had already come this far—there was no turning back. He might as well gamble.

He wanted the beauty, and he wanted power. An alpha should be ambitious.

The alpha's gaze subtly fell on the leather couch that was meant for receiving guests.

"You can try me."

Song Yuqing's gaze remained calm, even cold, fixed on the alpha.

Threatening him?

Song Yuqing’s silent scrutiny made the alpha feel tormented, yet it also gave him a renewed sense of thrill and satisfaction.

Aside from power, he was genuinely attracted to Song Yuqing—being gazed upon by him brought a near-overwhelming ecstasy.

The alpha spoke again, playing weak, "I just want a little fairness. Pei Huai has a good father and you. If you could give me a chance, I could climb higher and do better than Pei Huai, becoming your sharpest weapon."

Song Yuqing slightly narrowed his eyes, "Name."

His eyes flashed with immense joy, and he quickly told Song Yuqing his name, "Yuan Zhou."

Song Yuqing spoke slowly, "Noted. You'll get what you asked for."

Yuan Zhou felt as if he had truly hit the jackpot—Song Yuqing had actually agreed to his request.

He could get close to Song Yuqing, leapfrog over Pei Huai, and secure a place for himself in Xinzhou.

Song Yuqing, with Yuan Zhou right there, dialed Pei Wei's number, "Yuan Zhou, ID number X-02, insubordination toward a superior. Permanently stripped of military status, sentenced to life imprisonment."

With each word Song Yuqing spoke, Yuan Zhou's face grew paler, until the final phrase "life imprisonment" left him completely drained of color.

"Song Yuqing, you... I ranked second overall in 'Blade.' I also know about you and Pei Huai—Pei Huai is your lover on the side. You two were just here doing it..."

Pei Wei: "!"

What he heard before the call dropped made Pei Wei hesitate no longer, and he hurried to deal with the situation on Song Yuqing's end.

"Aren't you afraid that doing all this for Pei Huai will cause public backlash? Aren't you afraid your image of being aloof and untouchable in the entire military will collapse? That everyone will find out you're actually just a whore who gets pinned to the sofa by an Alpha..."

Song Yuqing merely looked coldly at Yuan Zhou.

The young man sat there, his face as cold as white jade, his amber eyes looking down on him disdainfully.

Yuan Zhou stopped mid-sentence, not daring to continue.

He had realized that Song Yuqing was utterly fearless, completely unshaken.

His madness, his rage, his threats—none of it could harm Song Yuqing or even stir any emotion in him.

"You should never have threatened me from the start," Song Yuqing said in a tone like ice. "If you want to be my blade, then become the sword of Damocles hanging over everyone’s heads."

"Let everyone know the consequences of offending me."

Meeting Yuan Zhou's furious gaze once more, Song Yuqing slowly uttered, "Ambitions as high as the sky, a fate as thin as paper."

As if mocking Yuan Zhou's incompetence, mocking the disparity between his ambitions and his abilities.

Pei Wei gagged him and dragged him away. Yuan Zhou's membership in "Blade" meant he couldn't simply leave the military; after being stripped of his status, he could only be sentenced to life imprisonment, never to see the sun again.

His ambitions were doomed from the start.

After resolving the matter, Pei Wei noticed Song Yuqing's expression remained largely unchanged and tried to break the tension.

"Actually, these things aren’t really a problem. You don’t need to worry too much about Pei Huai’s feelings—he doesn’t mind."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing lifted his eyelids and gave Pei Wei an unreadable look. "If I have to deal with everyone who threatens me, I should just quit."

He sought power precisely so he could act freely, so that even if others were dissatisfied, they’d have to swallow it.

Now, even an Alpha without any military merits dared to threaten him—what was the point of all his hard work?

Just to pave the way for others?

Pei Wei: "..."

He knew Pei Huai’s standing in Song Yuqing’s heart wasn’t high enough for Song Yuqing to step in for him.

But in this matter, Pei Huai did benefit.

Having a comrade like Yuan Zhou meant there was always a risk of betrayal on the battlefield.

And that betrayal would most likely target Pei Huai.

Before leaving, Song Yuqing turned his head and asked Pei Wei, "Are you a hopeless romantic too?"

Otherwise, how could he think this was about getting back at Pei Huai? A hopeless romantic father raising a hopeless romantic son, both obsessed with romance.

Pei Wei: "..."

Song Yuqing didn’t wait for Pei Wei’s response and left the military district.

The evening light fell on Pei Wei’s face. The Alpha stood straight as a pine, the sunset’s glow like a gentle hand caressing his cheeks. Pei Wei reached out to touch the warmth but grabbed at empty air.

Light cannot be held, just as she was beyond touch.

Before his eyes, he seemed to see again those ever-smiling eyes, and the lingering warmth of her fingertips when she smoothed the wrinkles on his uniform collar.

Pei Wei went to the "Blade" training grounds to see Pei Huai.

Seeing him from afar, Pei Huai turned and walked away.

Since joining the military, Pei Huai had never called him "father," only "sir."

Pei Wei: "..."

Why did he have to produce such a problem child?

Well, it was his late wife’s legacy. He’d endure it—if he killed him, he’d really be gone.

News of Yuan Zhou’s incident spread like wildfire, and every Alpha in "Blade" caught wind of it.

"I heard Yuan Zhou threatened Mr. Song."

"Is he insane? But I’m curious—what leverage did Yuan Zhou have over Mr. Song to dare threaten him?"

"He was out for a while this afternoon. I heard he went to Mr. Song’s office..."

"Wasn’t Pei Huai there too?"

Pei Huai, with his sharp hearing, faintly caught them discussing Song Yuqing from a distance and walked straight over. "What are you talking about?"

An Alpha glanced at Pei Huai with gossipy curiosity. "It’s about Yuan Zhou. Weren’t you with Mr. Song today? Didn’t you know?"

"He threatened Mr. Song, got stripped of his military status, and was sentenced to life imprisonment."

Pei Huai narrowed his eyes, immediately alert. "When did he go to see Song Yuqing?"

"Right after you did."

Pei Huai turned and walked out again. Fuck! How did he threaten Song Yuqing? Of course, it was by using that kind of thing to threaten Song Yuqing.

Locking him up is way too lenient for that dog-like bastard.

He didn't need to think twice to know what scum like Yuan Zhou would threaten Song Yuqing with—definitely something like forcing Song Yuqing to give him a blowjob.

Pei Huai entered the temporary holding cell where Yuan Zhou was detained.

"You dare threaten anyone, huh?" Pei Huai grabbed Yuan Zhou by the collar.

Suddenly yanked with tremendous force, Yuan Zhou, who had been staring vacantly, was jolted back to awareness.

Before Pei Huai arrived, Yuan Zhou had been lost in the humiliation Song Yuqing inflicted on him. Now, all Yuan Zhou wanted was revenge—to defile Song Yuqing with the filthiest language.

If he couldn’t have him, couldn’t touch him, then he’d break him, smear his reputation.

A vicious, insane smile twisted at the corners of Yuan Zhou's lips. "Song Yuqing would do anything for you, huh? He actually brought me to this point."

"How did you do him? How did you service him well? Tell me—how did you serve him? Share some tips?"

"Was he tight?"

"Felt amazing, didn’t he? Getting to fuck a beta like Song Yuqing."

Yuan Zhou made almost no effort to hide his malice toward Song Yuqing or his disgust for Pei Huai.

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Author's Note:

Pei Dog: Rage meter maxed out.

Threatening others, Song Qingqing: "All these losers deserve to be scared senseless by me." (Kitten meow.jpg) Being threatened by others, Song Qingqing: "What kind of trash dares to threaten me?"