Chapter 121: Kiss Me

Chapter 121 Kiss Me Once

No sooner had the alpha finished speaking than Pei Huai, consumed by rage, punched Yuan Zhou in the face. "Shut up."

"You threatened him, and you dare to slander him? A scumbag alpha like you doesn't deserve to utter his name!" The enraged alpha showed no restraint in his fury.

Just having Song Yuqing's name pass through the mouth of such a despicable dog felt like a defilement.

"Heh..." Yuan Zhou tasted blood in his mouth. "Why are you so furious?"

"Haven't you had your turn with him yet?"

Yuan Zhou continued to provoke Pei Huai, then suddenly smiled as if struck by a thought.

"Do you know what I told him?"

"I said I wanted to have him, and he agreed." Yuan Zhou stared straight at Pei Huai.

"Wanna know why we had a falling out?"

"He refused because he didn’t want me to use him as a stepping stone to climb higher. We just couldn't agree on the price."

Yuan Zhou spared no effort in trying to turn them against each other. If he couldn't have it, why should Pei Huai have everything? He wanted Pei Huai and Song Yuqing to argue, to make both of them miserable.

Why should some alphas be born with a powerful father, possess S+ level psychic energy, and even flourish as the 'other man'?

"Song Yuqing isn’t bound by morality. He’s morally corrupt. Today he cheats with you, tomorrow he’ll cheat with someone else." The alpha's voice was like a snake’s tongue, cold and slimy, utterly irritating.

Pei Huai’s eyes turned even colder. Without letting Yuan Zhou continue, he punched him hard in the eye socket, holding nothing back.

"Not bound by morality? That’s because Song Yuqing’s soul is free and unrestrained. And I love that kind of free spirit."

Another punch landed on Yuan Zhou’s nose bridge. "If he didn’t cheat, how could I be the other man? Are you fucking insane?"

A fist struck Yuan Zhou’s stomach, and a mouthful of blood welled up from the corner of his lips.

"Even if he cheats with someone else, it’s because I did something wrong or no longer meet his standards. That’s my problem—what does it have to do with his morality?"

Yuan Zhou, beaten to the ground, seemed not to have expected Pei Huai to say such things. Lying there, he suddenly burst out laughing.

Damn it, what a lunatic. Pei Huai is nothing but a brainless mad dog, Song Yuqing’s mad dog.

No wonder Pei Huai is so successful as the other man.

Being the other man to the extent Pei Huai is—it’s even worse than being a kept partner.

Fuck.

Pei Huai, irritated, kicked him again. "What the hell are you laughing at? Shut up."

Only after beating Yuan Zhou half to death did Pei Huai leave the temporary detention cell.

The sunlight stretched the alpha’s shadow. Pei Huai kicked away the nearest stone. Would Song Yuqing really dump him?

Would he really find another alpha?

Yuan Zhou’s words hadn’t left him entirely unaffected.

A sense of inexplicable panic spread through Pei Huai’s heart. If Song Yuqing dared to kick him aside, he would...

Kill himself just to make Song Yuqing feel sorry.

But then again, he was strong, a skilled fighter, with top-tier pheromones and psychic energy. Song Yuqing shouldn’t abandon him.

Two days later,

Pei Huai led three thousand men to the border to deal with the invaders from West Continent.

At that time, the Fifth District was blanketed in the smoke of war. The residents of the town closest to the border had a hard life—already impoverished, they were the first casualties when conflict erupted.

Generation after generation, the people here had low psychic energy. Only rarely would someone with exceptionally high psychic energy be born.

These people received the least resources from Xinzhou, had the weakest self-defense capabilities, yet bore the highest risk of death.

This had been the case since the founding of Xinzhou.

Along the way, Pei Huai’s mood was far from light. At the very least, he no longer believed, as he once did, that these people’s suffering was deserved.

Because his lover had left this place, step by step, to rise to his current position.

It was hard for him to imagine how Song Yuqing had lived and studied here, or how a young Song Yuqing, in his childhood and teenage years, must have lived in fear amid the smoke of war.

At the very least, now that he was here, he would clear this land of the smoke of war.

Song Yuqing had been spending all his time recently in the laboratory, researching drugs to control alpha psychic rage.

Aside from robots, this drug was a top priority for rapid development.

Otherwise, he would be constrained by the Tan family. Once the Tan family stopped supplying this drug, no matter how powerful the military seemed, it would be nothing but a paper tiger easily torn apart.

It could even be weaponized by schemers.

The new drug was expected to have fewer side effects than the Tan family’s Jingxi No. 9.

Before he successfully developed a drug to extend alphas’ lifespans, this new drug would alleviate alpha psychic rage while protecting their bodies from irreversible damage.

Project name: Prometheus-1

Prometheus No. 1.

It symbolized the temporary fire of life and embodied his complete vision for the project—the true starting point for extending alpha lifespans.

For now, it was only about temporarily relieving suffering, but he would gradually turn this vision into reality.

An assistant brought a report to Song Yuqing. "Teacher Song, this is the latest experimental data."

Song Yuqing took the data, his pale, slender fingers flipping through page after page, reading from beginning to end. "It still needs improvement. The results aren’t as expected."

At least, it wasn’t the outcome he wanted.

Song Yuqing handed another paper to the assistant. "Try this approach and run the experiment again."

The assistant immediately took it. "Yes."

After handling everything, Song Yuqing skipped parliament and went straight home.

The eight remaining parliament members gathered at a private club after work.

"No, what has Song Yuqing been up to lately? He hasn't been coming to Parliament. It feels strange without him."

Someone spoke up, "Shut up, you're being ridiculous. Who wants to be scolded by Song Yuqing like you do?"

Everyone shot disapproving looks at the council member who said he wasn't used to Song Yuqing's absence. Were they really so shameless, at their age, to miss being scolded by Song Yuqing?

"What has Song Yuqing been doing recently?"

"Probably in the lab."

"Researching mental powers? That’s still work for our benefit. Think of it this way: we and Song Yuqing are working for each other. It’s not like we’re completely under his thumb."

"You’re overthinking it. I heard he’s recently been working on a replacement for Jingxi No. 9. The Tan family is next in line to be targeted."

"Should we leak some info to the Tan family? Give Song Yuqing some trouble?"

"Better to have Ye Siling stir up some trouble for Song Yuqing. How about we also send Ye Siling the photos we meant for Qi Ran?"

Song Yuqing had just returned home and reached down to pick up the black furball waiting for him at the door. "Waiting for me?"

The cat: "Meow!"

The kitten had grown from a tiny ball of fur into a slightly larger one; its eyes were pitch black, with only the whites showing.

It was especially clingy, rushing to the door every time it heard footsteps. Coming home to a cat waiting at the door always gave Song Yuqing an inexplicable warmth.

"You're back?"

An Alpha peeked out from inside the apartment. Song Yuqing asked, "What are you doing here?"

It was Ye Siling.

Ye Siling’s ears were flushed an unusual red, his gaze fixed intently on Song Yuqing, but his words were clear: "I came to feed Coal Ball. I’m Coal Ball’s second dad—shouldn’t I take care of him?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing studied Ye Siling for a few seconds. "Finished feeding? Then you can go back."

Ye Siling: "."

He really didn’t want to leave.

Ye Siling stared at Song Yuqing, his gaze serious and focused. "I didn’t come to feed Coal Ball. I came to see you."

Song Yuqing: "Well, you’ve seen me. You can go back now."

Ye Siling: "..."

Song Yuqing set Coal Ball down and bent to change his shoes.

As he leaned forward, his shirt shifted, tightening the fabric around his lower back and clearly outlining a smooth, slender waistline.

The graceful curve extended from his spine to the small of his back, disappearing into his waistband, creating an alluring silhouette under the light.

Ye Siling’s gaze involuntarily drifted to Song Yuqing’s waist and the curve of his backside.

Ye Siling’s Adam's apple bobbed slightly. If he didn't know Song Yuqing so well, he would have thought it was deliberate seduction.

The air felt oppressively warm. Ye Siling subtly tugged at his constricting collar.

As Song Yuqing headed toward the bedroom, the Alpha suddenly wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him into an embrace.

Ye Siling was strong. He caught Song Yuqing off guard, holding him tightly before he could react.

It was only after Ye Siling had pulled him into a full embrace that Song Yuqing tried to pry his hands away.

"What are you doing?" Song Yuqing looked up at Ye Siling.

Ye Siling’s Adam's apple bobbed slowly again. "I want that too."

Song Yuqing turned his head away and pushed Ye Siling’s face back. "You don’t want that."

Ye Siling’s gaze didn’t waver. "I do."

Pei Huai, Xiao Jinshi, Qi Zhengqing—all of them had kissed Song Yuqing. But he hadn’t even gotten a kiss—he hardly ever got to hold Song Yuqing.

He had helped Song Yuqing, and he wasn't disobedient. So why was he the Alpha with the lowest profile around Song Yuqing?

"Do you hate me that much?" Ye Siling’s hand rested on Song Yuqing’s waist, his eyes reddened, voice trembling.

Song Yuqing: "...?"

"Are you insane?" Song Yuqing asked, puzzled, looking at Ye Siling.

"You’re unfair. You treat people differently," the Alpha accused.

Song Yuqing finally noticed that Ye Siling wasn’t himself today—his ears were flushed, and his breath carried a faint scent of alcohol. It seemed he’d gotten drunk after just a little.

Song Yuqing: "88, look."

88: "?"

Song Yuqing: "Anyone can get drunk."

88: "..."

88 fell silent. *Song Qingqing, you...* it thought. *You say you don't hold grudges, but you're still bringing up that time I got drunk.*

With a lightweight like Ye Siling here, Song Yuqing felt he had the upper hand again.

Ye Siling and Song Yuqing were clearly on different wavelengths. He continued his accusations: "Pei Huai—you stood with Pei Huai, and you even kissed him!"

"And Xiao Jinshi—you kissed him in the lab."

"I’m with you in the lab every day, and I’ve never kissed you."

Ye Siling stared stubbornly at Song Yuqing, his brain fogged by alcohol, filled with those photos and messages.

—Song Yuqing doesn’t like you at all.

—Even if you died in front of him, he wouldn’t frown or shed a tear. He’s just using you.

—You’re boring, dull, even rigid. Song Yuqing would never like someone like you. Song Yuqing will abandon you!

Each message shredded his nerves, causing him unbearable torment.

Song Yuqing: "Hmm."

Song Yuqing simply sat down to watch him go crazy.

He even poured himself a cup of warm water, sipping it while observing Ye Siling's drunken meltdown.

"I kissed them, so what?"

Song Yuqing's tone was flippant, yet it once again tugged at the alpha's raw nerves.

"Then what am I?"

Song Yuqing: "What do you think you are?"

Ye Siling was also confused—he wasn't quite like a mistress, nor was he like the official partner.

He didn't have the affection bestowed upon a mistress, nor did he possess the dignity of the official partner.

He had always been disdained by Song Yuqing.

Ye Siling let out a bitter chuckle. "I'm a joke."

Song Yuqing: "..."

For a moment, Song Yuqing actually couldn't refute that.

88 was also taken aback. Wasn't Ye Siling exactly like a joke right now? That hit a little too close to home.

"I'm rigid, I'm boring, I don't know how to please you, so you don't like me, right?"

Song Yuqing rested his chin in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the alpha, while his other hand lifted Ye Siling's chin. "Who said you're rigid and boring?"

His tone was icy, laced with faint mockery.

"Want me to go beat them up for you? How about that?"

Ye Siling stared at Song Yuqing. "No need. Just kiss me, or break up with them."

Even drunk, Ye Siling was very clear about his main demand.

"I've even become your dog. Can't you even give me a kiss?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

"Who kisses their dog? Ye Siling, listen to yourself—does that make any sense?"

Ye Siling took out his phone and pulled up one of his saved dog training videos. In the video, when the dog behaved well, it would receive a reward from its owner. When it got overly excited, the owner would even hold its face and give it a kiss.

"Just like this, kiss me." The alpha's gaze was intense as he stared at Song Yuqing. Taking advantage of Song Yuqing's focus on the puppy, he placed a hand on the back of Song Yuqing's neck, applying slight pressure to pull him closer.

A kiss, carrying a faint whiff of alcohol, setting aside its frenzy, placed gently on Song Yuqing's cheek.

The phone was tossed aside. Fingers laced together with Ye Siling's, Song Yuqing's porcelain-white fingertips twitched slightly as he was pulled.

The next video popped up, and along with it came the sound from the phone:

—"Kneel properly. Tell me what you did wrong."

Author's Note:

When he himself blacks out drunk, Song Yuqing: Unhappy.

When others get drunk and act out, Song Yuqing: I'll pour a cup of water and sit back and enjoy the show.