Chapter 122: His Message

Chapter 122 His News

Song Yuqing: "?"

He remembered, wasn't that video from Ye Siling's private collection?

88: "Damn, you can't judge a book by its cover. Seriously, who would've thought Ye Siling, looking all proper, actually wants someone to whip him?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing: "Did it ever occur to you that he might want to be the dog that bites people?"

88's eyes widened, and for a moment, he reverted to his old ways, "Bite Qingqing? Oh, that'd be so satisfying!"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing: "Shut up."

88: "..."

88 got carried away just thinking about it, and for a moment, went even crazier than the drunken Ye Siling, "Look at you, getting all worked up... I'm just saying, it's just a thought, not like it'd actually happen. I mean, it wouldn't even hurt, and you could both kiss and bite."

Song Yuqing's eyebrow twitched, "I didn't say that, shut up."

88: "Wuwuwu, what a pity... Qingqing."

Why did it have to be an ABO setting? If it were a bisexual romance, he couldn't even imagine how satisfying it would be.

Not being able to taste Song Qingqing was a huge loss for the Alphas in this world, and for him.

Song Yuqing had had enough of 88 and backhanded the big yellow system into silence.

He stared at Ye Siling.

Ye Siling, without batting an eye, met Song Yuqing's probing gaze, "See, this is how they train dogs."

"If the dog isn't obedient, it gets punished, whipped by its owner."

"But if it behaves well, it gets rewarded."

At the same time, a voice came from the video:

—Good boy, crawl over here.

Song Yuqing: "..."

"Don't you want to give it a try?" Ye Siling's voice carried a hint of hoarse anticipation, "Master."

Use those jade-white hands to strike him. If he disobeys, Song Yuqing can discipline him anytime. When he's obedient enough, reward him, allow him to kiss, touch, embrace him.

Song Yuqing looked down coldly at Ye Siling, "You really are not well-behaved."

Faking drunkenness, pretending to be psychologically fragile, acting like he's provoked by other Alphas' gossip, desperately seeking justice.

Layer after layer of setup, even showing him puppy videos, superficially just wanting a kiss as a reward.

But what Ye Siling really wanted was never that petty reward.

The ultimate goal was just to lead to that final video.

And he deliberately left clues, letting him know he'd been deceived, awakening the desire to punish him because of that deception.

If he doesn't punish Ye Siling, his boundaries are being tested by Ye Siling.

If he does punish Ye Siling, then Ye Siling truly achieves his goal.

Song Yuqing's cold gaze lowered slightly, his eyes icy, "You really use all your tricks on me."

Ye Siling stared at Song Yuqing, feeling his gaze, once again completely captivated.

He wanted to lean in again to kiss, to kiss Song Yuqing's lips, to kiss his eyebrows and eyelashes.

"Any scheme built on love can't really be called a scheme." Ye Siling's voice carried an almost dreamy rasp, his eyes glued to Song Yuqing's face, almost etching that cold profile into his heart.

Song Yuqing sneered, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "Then what is it, just foreplay?"

Ye Siling didn't speak, clearly admitting it silently.

Song Yuqing shoved Ye Siling away with his foot. Ye Siling tried to grab the ankle dangling off the edge of the sofa but got kicked again, "Don't touch me."

His fingertips merely brushed Song Yuqing's foot, but Ye Siling couldn't restrain himself. Right in front of Song Yuqing, he raised his hand and sniffed the scent on his fingers.

Song Yuqing was fragrant everywhere, a crisp yet distant cold fragrance, quietly drawing the Alpha closer.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Freaking pervert.

"Qingqing, why are you looking at me like that? The way you're looking at me, it's like I'm some filthy thing." The Alpha's gaze was like invisible shackles, tightly wrapped around Song Yuqing's taut body and porcelain-skinned face.

Now it was his turn, he'd been rewarded too.

It was what Song Yuqing should give him.

Song Yuqing's eyes coldly lowered, his tone bluntly, "Aren't you a filthy thing?"

At the very least, someone cleaner wouldn't look like they want to grab someone's ankle and lick it.

He had completely underestimated Ye Siling. Ye Siling was absolutely unhinged.

Ye Siling laughed, "I'm a filthy thing?"

"How filthy could I be? I've always been in front of you without offending you, without forcing you. Even at my craziest, I only begged you to give me the status of a lover."

"I've shown enough restraint!"

Ye Siling's voice rose slightly, but upon meeting Song Yuqing's gaze, it immediately softened again.

Like a rabid dog, about to bite Song Yuqing in its frenzy, but coming to his senses at the last moment and just licked him instead.

"Even the lowliest dog deserves some Master's mercy." Ye Siling stared at Song Yuqing.

Ye Siling had never imagined he would say such things, admit to being someone else's dog.

But right now, facing Song Yuqing, he just wanted to be Song Yuqing's dog, wanted to stay by his side in this sick, submissive posture.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing started to doubt whether this fool was actually drunk.

This is insane, so insane it's hard to tell if he's truly drunk or just purely crazy.

Though Ye Siling might still be plotting something even while drunk.

Song Yuqing: "How many drinks did you have?"

Ye Siling: "Just one."

Song Yuqing: "You should go sleep it off now. If you don’t, I’ll record a video and show it to you tomorrow when you’re sober."

"A video?" Ye Siling’s voice was low, not retreating but leaning even closer, almost pressing against Song Yuqing’s cold cheek, his hot breath fanning onto Song Yuqing’s skin. "Go ahead and record, Qingqing."

"Record how shamelessly I lick you, how I have no dignity acting like your dog..." His hoarse voice held a hint of anticipation.

Song Yuqing: "..."

He really is like a dog, treating this like a game.

Song Yuqing had seen shameless people, he’d seen perverts, but never someone so shameless and perverted at the same time.

Song Yuqing had never felt so passive before. Hitting him would probably just turn him on.

Not hitting him, and he’d just keep acting up.

Song Yuqing turned his head, trying to avoid Ye Siling’s movements, but the alpha grabbed his wrist and pinned him on the sofa. The sofa, which had been spacious, became cramped and confined with the alpha crowding him.

His body was forced tightly against the other’s hot chest.

From this angle, he could see more clearly—Song Yuqing’s cool, downturned eyelashes lifting, his cheeks pale and fine, cool yet striking, a nearly breathtaking beauty.

Ye Siling became even more enthralled. For a moment, he even wanted to force himself on Song Yuqing.

He wanted to have Song Yuqing, to make him his own. The alpha’s possessiveness had reached its peak.

Song Yuqing grabbed Ye Siling’s hair. "Ye Siling..."

Ye Siling lowered his gaze, a shiver running from his throat. "Hmm."

Song Yuqing was calling his name. Ye Siling had never thought his own name could sound so sweet, as if everything uttered from Song Yuqing’s lips became beautiful.

"Call my name again, Qingqing." Almost uncontrollable, intense emotions poured out. He just wanted to hold the person in his arms tighter.

"Qingqing—"

Before he could finish calling out the name, Ye Siling suddenly collapsed onto Song Yuqing, passing out completely.

Song Yuqing’s hand loosened, and a tiny syringe rolled onto the floor.

Lately, too many people had been following him, forcing Song Yuqing to return to his old ways and carry something for protection. He never expected Ye Siling would be the first to try this drug.

It instantly induced unconsciousness and, for a long time, erased the memories from right before.

The cold touch of the syringe lingered on his fingertips.

Ye Siling’s breath brushed against his collarbone, scalding, even the flushed shell of his ear felt like a burning brand against his skin.

Song Yuqing glanced sideways at Ye Siling, his fingers sliding from the back of his neck to his gland, which was unusually hot.

Pressing down on it, Ye Siling let out a muffled groan in his unconscious state, a fine sweat forming on his forehead, but he still didn’t wake.

Ye Siling remained the alpha who least understood how he operated.

Always thinking he was fragile, even while saying he wanted to be his dog, he still saw him as his beta.

The innate arrogance in Ye Siling’s bones had never changed from start to finish.

Thinking himself humble.

Thinking being a dog was shameful.

Thinking being a dog was some form of deep affection.

Still... he'd had it too easy.

"Stupid dog," the young man muttered from thin lips, pressing down on the alpha’s gland again, making the alpha, even unconscious, unable to suppress his instinctive reactions.

As if, even in his sleep, he knew he was holding Song Yuqing, the cold scent belonging to Song Yuqing stirring his emotions.

Song Yuqing shoved him away and went back to his room to sleep, locking the door behind him.

The next day,

Song Yuqing had just opened his bedroom door when he met Ye Siling’s gaze.

Ye Siling had woken up disheveled, but he couldn’t find any proof of having been intimate with Song Yuqing—not even a kiss seemed to have existed.

Ye Siling only felt a splitting headache, completely unable to recall his memories.

As if he had truly blacked out from drinking.

But his alcohol tolerance was clearly higher than that; he shouldn’t have passed out after just one drink.

"Last night..." Ye Siling cautiously asked Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing: "You insisted on being a dog. I agreed, but you were too drunk and almost got it all over me, so I threw you outside."

Ye Siling’s head was still throbbing. "Really?"

Song Yuqing had already stepped around Ye Siling. "Yeah."

Before heading out, Song Yuqing caught a glimpse of the small syringe he’d tossed under the sofa yesterday—it was gone.

Song Yuqing: "Since you have a headache, rest today. I’m going to work. Help me feed Coal Ball and the snake."

Ye Siling was still out of it and nodded. As Song Yuqing was about to leave, he grabbed his arm, his sharp, cold eyes carrying a trace of almost naive expectation. "I didn’t get to be a dog yesterday. Can I be one today?"

His voice even carried a hint of sincere pleading he himself wasn’t aware of.

If Ye Siling genuinely wanted to be a dog right now, Song Yuqing believed it.

Amplified desires, when unmet, often carried more genuine sincerity.

Song Yuqing’s expression was cold as he spoke calmly and clearly, "No."

Before leaving, Song Yuqing added, "You don’t have to do things you don’t want to do. No one is forcing you."

The words hit Ye Siling, making his gaze intensify.

After Song Yuqing left, Ye Siling opened his hand—a syringe lay quietly in his hand.

Ye Siling let out a wry smile.

Song Yuqing was adept at giving someone a taste of their own medicine.

He wanted to get drunk, to black out, to act "drunk and disorderly," to ask Song Yuqing for a chance—and Song Yuqing truly obliged him.

Afterward, he remembered nothing.

Not only did he make him remember nothing, Song Yuqing also left an intentional flaw, making him tormented with uncertainty.

He also made him realize that his approach was wrong—it would only get himself pushed away by Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing.

As for frustration—Song Yuqing wouldn't burden himself with it; he only made others lose their minds.

His previous pretend drunken antics were nothing compared to this moment.

Yet,

Song Yuqing appeared in his sight, teaching him experiments again and again for research fees, letting him stay by his side, allowing him to assist in robot research.

From the very beginning, it was Song Yuqing who first entered his field of vision, making him long for him.

But there were so many alphas around Song Yuqing, with no place for him. It seemed like Song Yuqing could kick him to the curb and abandon him at any moment.

Why couldn’t it be Song Yuqing staying by his side, they forever together?

Song Yuqing should reward him, should show him favor.

Border Military Region

The “Blade” unit from the Central Military Region arrived at the border, and all alphas from the Border Military Region were completely pulled back.

In recent days, the alphas of the Border Military Region had observed the training of the “Blade” unit and even exchanged blows with its alphas.

They thought their border combat training would give them the upper hand against alphas of the same psychic ability level.

Unexpectedly, the “Blade” alphas, despite their “cushy position” in the Central Military Region, were highly skilled in both technique and ability.

Especially since they had battle robots fighting alongside them.

Their solo combat prowess was so impressive that it was hard to imagine how dominant these Central Military Region alphas and their robots would be on the battlefield.

“Brother Qi, look, isn’t that Pei Huai?”

Qi Ran just glanced up briefly before lowering his eyes again to continue wrapping the bandage around his hand.

“They say he’s an S+ psychic alpha, just like you. His robot is so badass.”

“Even though the robots all look the same, his just seems cooler. His skills are damn impressive.”

“Do you think we’ll ever get to operate robots?”

Another alpha chimed in immediately.

“Still dreaming about operating robots? If they don’t steal our military credits, that’s already a win. It’s obvious who the favorite sons are and who’s just a stepchild.”

Qi Ran’s hand paused.

Pulling the end of the bandage, his knuckles whitened slightly from the force. His dark hair hung down as he remained silent.

The alpha continued, “Those bastards from the Central Military Region are Song Yuqing’s favorite sons. Song Yuqing gives them robots and opportunities to train.”

The speaking alpha had come from the second district, Azure Bay, and had heard some things. He went on without hesitation.

“You know who Song Yuqing is, right?”

An alpha from the fifth district spoke up, “Of course. He’s from our fifth district. Damn, he’s really something. A beta who fought his way out of the slums. Before I saw him in the media, I thought people from the fifth district were destined to be dull and unnoticed, like rats in the gutter.”

“After seeing him, I saw another possibility for our lives. My idol isn’t an undefeated alpha, but…”

That brilliant moon hanging high in the sky.

As he spoke, the alpha’s face flushed.

Qi Ran had finished bandaging his hand and sat quietly in the corner, listening to the alphas talk.

The alpha from the second district snorted derisively, “What does it matter that Song Yuqing came from the fifth district? He doesn’t care about the people there. I should’ve gone to the Central Military Region instead. I was crazy to think the Border Military Region had more opportunities for advancement.”

“We’re just whetstones for their blades, cannon fodder to pave the way. Military credits? We’ll only get our share after the Central Military Region alphas have taken their pick.”

“No offense, but Song Yuqing is really biased.”

A coldness crept into Qi Ran’s expression, his tone icy. “Shut up.”

The moment Qi Ran spoke, everyone felt a heavy, oppressive chill.

The surroundings fell silent instantly. No one dared to speak anymore, not even the alpha who had been talking nonstop.

When Qi Ran first arrived at the Border Military Region, he didn’t have this kind of intimidating presence. In fact, the alphas here were even more ruthless and combative than Viktor.

Respect had to be earned through strength; you had to fight until everyone yielded.

But Qi Ran fought fiercely, with an unhinged intensity that made everyone afraid to provoke him.

Later, on the battlefield, he was even more fearless in battle.

Yet, no matter how badly injured, he would grit his teeth and drag himself back by any means necessary.

His performance on the battlefield commanded the respect of many alphas.

After all, none of them were as reckless or as tenacious as Qi Ran, willing to crawl back even if it meant dying.

“Qi Ran.” The one calling him was Zhou Yongnian, a recently assigned officer from the Central Special District and a member of the parliament, sent specifically to supervise their campaign.

But now, the campaign had been taken over by the Central Military Region’s alphas.

Zhou Yongnian was about to return soon, and before leaving, he needed to address the primary task of his visit to the Border Military Region.

Zhou Yongnian brought Qi Ran to his office.

“I came to show you something.”

Qi Ran didn’t speak but took a stack of photos. The subject of the photos was Song Yuqing, seen with different alphas in public places.

Among them, photos of Pei Huai and Song Yuqing together were the most numerous.

Qi Ran’s fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, concealing any reaction.

"You are Song Yuqing's adopted son, but Song Yuqing doesn't care about you at all."

"During the time you were away, he was living better than ever without you."

Zhou Yongnian paced to the window, his back turned to Qi Ran, his voice dripping with the mockery of someone in power. "At the pinnacle of authority, he can make or break situations at will. Even a parliamentary member like me is held back by him. Yet he suppressed your battle achievements and denied you a promotion. The blood you shed, the wounds you bear—he doesn't care about any of it."

"Now look at Pei Huai…"

"Tsk, in the Central Military District, he stays by Song Yuqing's side, going everywhere with him. The latest equipment, the best resources, the most critical missions—Song Yuqing gives them all to Pei Huai."

"It's nothing short of supreme honor and boundless favor. Who in the entire Central Military District doesn't know that Pei Huai is Song Yuqing's favorite?"

Zhou Yongnian turned around and looked directly at Qi Ran, enunciating each word slowly, "Qi Ran, your 'little dad' Song Yuqing—he doesn't want you anymore."

Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: That old fool is making up stories again.

Pei Dog: Supreme honor, boundless favor... me? Really?

Qi Ran: Then should I just go die?