Chapter 125: Jealous Husband

Qi Zhengqing's gaze was icy.

Ye Siling's eyes fell, completely undisguised, on Song Yuqing's overly slender waist. His hand, along with Qi Zhengqing's, rested on that narrow, delicate waistline, so tightly it was seamless, completely enveloping Song Yuqing.

Slender, delicate, snow-white…

A young master who ought to be held in an alpha's arms, pampered in their hands.

Qi Zhengqing's hand cupped Song Yuqing's neck, pulling him even tighter against his shoulder. "Touch me, am I still warm?"

Song Yuqing regained a shred of rationality, his hand resting on the alpha's neck. "A bit better now."

Qi Zhengqing's other hand quietly released Song Yuqing's waist, instead grabbing Ye Siling's hand and yanking his dirty hand away from Song Yuqing's waist, his eyes filled with a veiled threat.

But Ye Siling didn't notice a thing; all his attention was on Song Yuqing, on his slender back, on the jet-black hair falling over his snow-white skin.

Only when Qi Zhengqing pushed his hand away did Ye Siling suddenly snap back to reality, realizing what he had just done.

His gaze lifted only slightly before his eyes glued obsessively back to Song Yuqing, but Song Yuqing's clothes had already been straightened by Qi Zhengqing, not an inch of skin visible.

"How long has it been?" Song Yuqing asked Qi Zhengqing.

His voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a languor from being thoroughly kissed that made Ye Siling's Adam's apple bob slightly. He rubbed his thumb and finger together, as if savoring the brief moment he had held Song Yuqing's waist.

Qi Zhengqing replied, "Half an hour."

The exchange between the two was so smooth that Ye Siling jolted back to his senses, realizing once again that he shouldn't have barged in suddenly.

He was the third wheel.

And Qi Zhengqing, from beginning to end, had no intention of letting Song Yuqing notice such an unwanted presence.

He didn't want anyone else occupying Song Yuqing's attention, making Song Yuqing waste his energy.

Qi Zhengqing had completely claimed Song Yuqing as his own.

Was there ever an alpha as jealous as Qi Zhengqing? Being called his husband wasn't enough; he had to have the actual relationship too. And even that wasn't sufficient—he wouldn't allow Song Yuqing to look at other alphas.

"I'll carry you back to the room," Qi Zhengqing said, wrapping one arm around Song Yuqing's waist.

"Check me over again."

Song Yuqing: "Alright."

Just as they were about to shake off that shameless dog, Ye Siling, Ye Siling suddenly spoke up. "He kissed you for half an hour, been all over you for half an hour, and now you're going to do more with him?"

"Qingqing."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Well, his medication was fine, and he wasn't hallucinating.

It was Ye Siling who had barged in.

Song Yuqing finally realized what had just happened—he had been kissing Qi Zhengqing, been intimate with Qi Zhengqing, while Ye Siling watched.

Qi Zhengqing was quite something too, staying silent and keeping his cool.

Song Yuqing pushed away Qi Zhengqing's hand clamped around his waist.

His sharp, penetrating gaze fixed directly on Ye Siling, his tone icy. "Enjoy the show?"

Ye Siling, pinned by that stare, momentarily didn't know what to say. Did he enjoy it? Yes, watching Song Yuqing was thrilling. Even if Song Yuqing was being kissed in Qi Zhengqing's arms, just seeing it from a bystander's perspective was exhilarating.

He thought he was sick.

Ye Siling's gaze fell to the pile of things on the floor. "That's not what I meant. I just saw him mistreating you. Those things..." weren't something a normal alpha should have.

Song Yuqing also noticed Ye Siling's gaze and followed it downward. There was nothing left to misunderstand.

In this situation, he didn't even know who to curse first.

First, curse Pei Huai for being shameless, then curse Qi Zhengqing for rummaging everywhere, and finally curse Ye Siling for having no morals.

"Ye Siling," Song Yuqing cut off Ye Siling before he could say more.

Ye Siling opened his mouth, still feeling the need to speak his mind.

"Anyway, Qi Zhengqing is a pervert. If you indulge him like this, he'll use you up and spit you out."

"You—"

Song Yuqing said coldly, "Get out. I don't want to hear you."

Ye Siling clenched his fists, once again being dismissed without hesitation. Song Yuqing would rather have an old thing like Qi Zhengqing than him.

Ye Siling's dark eyes fixed on Song Yuqing.

He stepped closer, one step at a time. Song Yuqing didn't retreat, staring coldly back at him.

Ye Siling grabbed Song Yuqing's wrist, opened his hand, and placed a square object in his palm.

Song Yuqing could clearly feel Ye Siling's breathing, heavy with anger.

Qi Zhengqing once again assertively wrapped his arm around Song Yuqing's waist, asserting his dominance. His gaze swept over Song Yuqing's shoulder, directly at Ye Siling, silently warning him that if he crossed the line, he wouldn't let him off.

"Take precautions. I won't bring you this kind of thing next time," Ye Siling said, his tone equally cold, as if enduring immense injustice.

After speaking, Ye Siling took one last look at Song Yuqing before leaving. The moment the door closed, his shoulders slumped heavily, as if all strength had been drained from him.

Song Yuqing really didn't care about him at all. He didn't love him, didn't even like him.

At most, he was just a toy—something to play with when bored, something to discard at will.

Suddenly, Ye Siling's phone chimed twice.

...: "How pathetic."

...: "Kicked out just like that?"

...: "An alpha as useless as you is truly done for."

...: "Song Yuqing will never like an alpha like you. Do you know why?"

Ye Siling's expression showed no anger or humiliation, not even a hint of being offended. His face was a bottomless, icy cold.

Ye Siling unhesitatingly blocked "..."

But blocking him didn’t work.

...: "Block me? You think blocking me will make it like none of this ever happened?"

...: "Song Yuqing was originally yours. You two were meant to be on the same path, but he was dragged into the depths of desire by another alpha."

...: "Don't you want him to have only you as his alpha?"

...: "Or do you want to bring condoms to Song Yuqing again next time?"

...: "The most malicious revenge you can think of is to send him the smallest-sized condoms next time."

The brazen taunting seemed intent on grinding his dignity and pride into dust.

Ye Siling blocked "..." once again.

But he didn't mention the existence of "..." to anyone, including Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze, his fingertips loosening. The item Ye Siling had placed in his palm fell with a "clink" right into the trash can.

After doing this, he lifted his eyes to look at Qi Zhengqing, who was standing mere inches away. Those beautiful eyes were emotionless, holding only a faint layer of mockery.

"How magnanimous of you," he commented lightly.

Qi Zhengqing: "No."

"I just don’t want you to see him."

Everything could be handled out of Song Yuqing's sight. Letting Song Yuqing see Ye Siling would only make more of an impression of Ye Siling in Song Yuqing's mind.

Why should another alpha enter Song Yuqing's sight? Why give another alpha a chance?

Whether the impression was good or bad, it would linger in Song Yuqing's mind, even if only for a moment, even if it was just disgust... it would still occupy Song Yuqing's mind.

"I’m very selfish. I don’t even want you to see him, I don’t want you to have any memory of him." Qi Zhengqing tightened his arm around Song Yuqing's waist, with such force that it almost seemed he wanted to meld Song Yuqing into himself. "I want the world in your eyes to have only me as your alpha."

"I don’t want any other distractions." His breath seared Song Yuqing's skin.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Taken to the absolute extreme.

At the beginning, when he pretended not to care and acted generous, Qi Zhengqing never said such "jealous husband" words.

Now, he was being very frank, making it clear that he was far from some honorable and forthright guy.

"Next time, remember to tell me. I don’t like it."

He didn’t have such weird kinks—being watched by another alpha while being kissed or licked wasn’t within the range of what he enjoyed.

Now, every time he closed his eyes, he saw that bizarre and humiliating scene.

"Okay." Qi Zhengqing agreed readily. "I’ll listen to you."

He didn’t have such weird kinks either. He only wanted Song Yuqing’s full attention when they were intimate, wanted every reaction of Song Yuqing’s to be because of him.

Song Yuqing drew blood from Qi Zhengqing again to test the concentration of pheromones.

In less than an hour, it had dropped to normal levels. The medication was a clear success.

Song Yuqing gave Qi Zhengqing three more pills. "Take one of these every day. It will keep your pheromone levels stable."

"Are you busy lately?"

Qi Zhengqing: "No."

Song Yuqing: "Then stick around here for a while and cooperate with me in collecting data. I need to test what kind of side effects this medicine has on you, and after taking it, you’ll sleep for a few days. Is that okay?"

In reality, the results from two rounds of testing showed that the impact of Prometheus-1 on alphas had been reduced to the lowest level they could currently control.

After taking the medication, alphas would only experience drowsiness, more like entering a dormant period that allowed both body and mind to rest.

Someone in the lab joked about it:

It’s not about extending an alpha’s lifespan, it’s about rescheduling their rest.

It’s like shifting the sleep they’d have after death to while they’re still alive, using the meaningless darkness of post-death slumber to fill their lifespan, exchanging those pointless, dark eternal sleeps for brief, wakeful sleep they can wake up from.

Song Yuqing was satisfied with this result.

Continuing to develop Prometheus-1, before the final version was released, perhaps the third or fourth generation could indeed allow alphas to enter a brief dormant period, giving him more time to develop the final outcome.

At least for Qi Zhengqing, it was possible. Sometimes, time itself could be a lifesaver.

Qi Zhengqing: "No problem."

"Tomorrow, you’ll sleep here."

Qi Zhengqing: "Okay. If anything comes up, I’ll have my assistant contact you. Will you handle it?"

Song Yuqing gave a slight nod. "Yes."

Handling some extra work wasn’t too difficult.

Qi Zhengqing’s gaze softened a little. He didn’t know if the final outcome would be as desired. He believed Song Yuqing would succeed, but he wasn’t sure if his limited time left would allow him to see Song Yuqing’s success.

He also didn’t want to pressure Song Yuqing. His life shouldn’t have to shoulder burdens that weren’t his to bear, all to save someone.

Coincidentally, this was also a good opportunity for Song Yuqing to get acquainted with the affairs of the Special Economic Zone.

If he unfortunately died, the Special Economic Zone would be the last thing he left for Song Yuqing.

Author's Note:

Da Qi: The Special Economic Zone, an inheritance from her late husband, left to Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing: ...Don’t make me slap you.