Chapter 129: Don’t Want Him Anymore

Chapter 129: Done With Him

As Song Yuqing exited, Pei Huai immediately blocked Tan Hongzhen’s path, and in front of him, toppled the champagne tower nearest to Tan Hongzhen.

Crash!

Glasses shattered on the floor, spraying champagne and glass shards. The waiter’s tray had long since slipped from his grasp, delicate pastries scattering across the floor, now covered in alcohol and broken glass.

A sticky mix of sweetness and alcohol spread across the ground.

The alpha’s towering figure stood amidst the wreckage of the champagne tower and the scattered glass fragments.

Pei Huai’s defiant eyes, etched with displeasure, showed none of the obedience he displayed before Song Yuqing.

"Tan Hongzhen, provoke Song Yuqing again, and don’t blame me for being impolite." The alpha narrowed his eyes, fixing Tan Hongzhen with an intense, oppressive gaze—one that carried the chilling aura of a warrior returned from battle.

This was unlike Song Yuqing’s calm gaze, which was like an ancient, silent glacier, cold and still, devoid of boiling malice, holding only a detached awareness of everything, yet utterly unmoved.

And because those amber eyes were so captivating, they drew people in, making them yearn to drown in that dangerous, amber-hued cold pool, despite knowing the peril.

Tan Hongzhen’s face grew even more livid with rage. No one showed him any respect; these young upstarts were growing increasingly audacious. These bastards!

A bunch of scoundrels!

Scoundrels!

Now, Song Yuqing dared to splash wine on him, and Pei Huai dared to cause a scene at his banquet. Soon, these scoundrels would dare to execute him.

If Song Yuqing knew Tan Hongzhen’s thoughts, he would probably tell him:

Executions have protocols—according to Xinzhou law, the death penalty is carried out by a shot to the head.

Tan Hongzhen, this old fossil, belongs at the same table as Louis XVI.

"Why the rush?" Pei Huai’s voice echoed from behind, and the next moment, his tall figure enveloped Song Yuqing, blocking his way. "Wait for me."

Song Yuqing was forced to halt, his gaze falling to Pei Huai’s hand gripping his wrist.

Pei Huai followed Song Yuqing’s gaze, noticing a faint trace of wine still clinging to the slender, pale fingertips from when it had been splashed earlier.

Instead of releasing his grip, Pei Huai tightened his hold on Song Yuqing’s wrist, his thumb even gently caressing the damp spot.

He leaned in, close to Song Yuqing’s ear, his deep voice carrying the alpha’s dominance and a hint of seeking approval, "I just trashed Tan Hongzhen’s whole party."

"I’m here, so even if they chase after us," he paused, his tone confident and reliable, "I can beat them senseless and make them kneel to apologize to you."

Only his slightly raised eyebrows revealed a playful, almost mischievous expression.

He was like a large, fierce beast who had just helped an aloof kitten cause trouble and was now proudly covering its escape.

If the kitten couldn’t flip the table, he would do it for him.

Pei Huai recalled Song Yuqing splashing the wine, the smile in his eyes deepening as he added, "With me around, you can act like a tyrant in front of that old fossil Tan Hongzhen, no problem."

Song Yuqing: "..."

"Even without you, I can still be a tyrant."

Pei Huai was a reckless individual, but he was also not to be trifled with.

He had come to this banquet not for pretense, but to completely sever ties with Tan Shu, and nothing more.

Even if it were just a pretense, he wouldn’t let Tan Hongzhen act too arrogantly.

Song Yuqing’s fingers twitched, reminding Pei Huai, "Alright, let go."

"Qingqing..." Pei Huai’s attention was completely captivated by the drop of alcohol on Song Yuqing’s fingertip.

Song Yuqing’s cool reminder still seemed to echo in his ears, but Pei Huai couldn’t control himself, utterly drawn to that trace of alcohol.

Pei Huai instinctively lowered his head, under Song Yuqing’s slightly uneasy gaze.

Song Yuqing’s fingers, stained with wine, were slender and pale.

The wine was intoxicating.

The cool trace of alcohol on his fingertip was gently licked away.

A jolt, like an electric current, seemed to shoot from his fingertip up his slender spine, and Song Yuqing’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

"Pei Huai." Song Yuqing’s voice was cold, but his tone trailed off, as if there was more he hadn’t said.

Song Yuqing tried to pull his hand away.

But Pei Huai acted as if he hadn’t heard, instead nipping his fingertip lightly before reluctantly letting go.

The alpha lowered his head, his gaze burning as he stared at Song Yuqing’s ear, which had a faint blush.

He watched for the changes in Song Yuqing that he had caused.

The dim light in the hallway blurred their figures—one tall, occupying most of the space, the other slender, almost enveloped in the alpha’s embrace.

The air was thick and suffocating.

Song Yuqing wiped his fingers with a tissue, coldly cursing, "You mutt."

Who knows who taught Pei Huai to always do such reckless things.

Pei Huai, being cursed at, wasn’t offended; he even felt it was deserved. He proactively took the tissue and wiped Song Yuqing’s fingers for him.

The tissue could wipe away the dampness, but it couldn’t remove the pheromones lingering on his fingertips. The gunpowder scent of his pheromones was bold and wild, completely unconcealed, doing its utmost to declare dominance.

"Can I go home with you today?" Pei Huai seized the opportunity to ask Song Yuqing.

Lately, Song Yuqing hadn’t allowed him to follow him home, and Pei Huai suspected that Song Yuqing was hiding another alpha at home.

Song Yuqing refused mercilessly, "No."

Pei Huai: "Why? I could go before, why not now?"

Of course, it was because Qi Zhengqing wasn’t there back then. What would it mean if he brought Pei Huai back now? To let them get along harmoniously?

Pei Huai wasn’t well-behaved either. If he saw Qi Zhengqing there, he would start getting inexplicably jealous, always overstepping his bounds.

This would make things troublesome for everyone, and he didn’t like trouble.

"Do you have another dog?" Song Yuqing’s brief silence made Pei Huai almost certain that Song Yuqing had another dog, which was why he wasn’t allowed to go to his home.

Song Yuqing replied calmly, "There’s no other dog."

He tossed the keys to Pei Huai, "Drive me home."

Pei Huai naturally caught the keys and went to the underground parking garage with Song Yuqing.

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Though mouthing protests, his actions were honest—every step followed closely, keeping Song Yuqing within his protective radius at all times, leaving no opening for anyone lurking in the shadows.

Song Yuqing's tone was airy, "If I liked another alpha, what could you do?"

What could he do? Kill the new alpha? That was impossible. If Song Yuqing truly liked someone, killing that lowlife alpha would only lead to Song Yuqing abandoning him.

Forcing Song Yuqing to cut ties completely with another alpha? Even more impossible.

Illicit relationships, once they happen, can never be fully severed—only hidden, concealed, and met in secret. Once it happens once, it will happen again. His opposition might even become the spark that intensifies the relationship between Song Yuqing and another alpha.

He could do nothing but endure.

Song Yuqing sat in the passenger seat, already looking down at his phone. A few new messages, sent from a new number. Song Yuqing left these messages for last, first addressing an email from a lab researcher sent three hours earlier.

Pei Huai remained silent for a long time. While checking his emails, Song Yuqing finally spoke, "Since there's no solution and nothing you can do, don’t overthink it, and don’t ask too much."

Pei Huai felt a pang of sadness. Song Yuqing had always been this detached and logical, his reasoning clear: if it can’t be solved, don’t dwell on it; if it can, then solve it.

"These aren’t things you should concern yourself with. Just focus on what you need to do."

The car merged into traffic, racing down the highway, but time inside the vehicle seemed to stand still. It felt like an eternity had passed.

Pei Huai suddenly spoke, "Sometimes, I don’t feel secure with you."

No matter how boldly he acted, how strong his possessiveness, or how confident he seemed, these were all signs he lacked confidence in their relationship.

He desperately wished to always be the trusted blade in Song Yuqing’s hands, so that Song Yuqing would never abandon him, never cast him aside.

He hoped to always be of use.

But intertwined with this hope was fear.

He was always afraid that Song Yuqing would return to Qi Zhengqing for the sake of family, or that a stronger alpha would appear by Song Yuqing’s side, replacing his role, and Song Yuqing would discard him without hesitation.

Song Yuqing’s movements paused. The phone screen, which had been illuminated for a long time, suddenly dimmed.

"Then let’s part ways."

A very soft voice proposed the most fitting solution.

Everything would end here. He would set Pei Huai free.

Hearing this, Pei Huai felt as if he were dying. "I’m not saying that. Do you even understand what I’m trying to say?"

The phone light had completely dimmed, leaving only the alternating lights outside the window casting fleeting highlights on that smooth, beautiful face. Strands of hair seemed pierced by the light, each one tangling around the alpha’s heart.

That face was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Long, delicate eyelashes cast faint shadows on his eyelids. "I know."

"Then why did you immediately suggest parting? Is our relationship so worthless that you wouldn’t even spare it a second glance or try to hold me back?" The car turned onto another road. Pei Huai stepped on the brake and looked at Song Yuqing.

His knuckles, gripping the steering wheel, turned white. His eyes burned, but he forced himself to hold back his emotions.

Noticing Pei Huai’s gaze, Song Yuqing looked directly back at him. "It’s unnecessary, Pei Huai."

This affirmation made Pei Huai even more upset, his eyes burning even more.

Song Yuqing really didn’t love him. If he did, he wouldn’t so easily suggest parting, wouldn’t leave him without a backward glance, wouldn’t abandon him.

As if fleeing in panic, Pei Huai hit the gas again, trying to distract himself by driving. "Alright, this topic was my mistake. Let’s not talk about it anymore."

"I’m not good with words. You’ve always known that—I always end up upsetting you. This time, just treat it as me saying the wrong thing. Don’t be angry with me."

Song Yuqing stared at Pei Huai’s profile, clearly seeing that the alpha’s eyes were deeply reddened, as if one more glance would make Pei Huai shamelessly shed tears.

Song Yuqing averted his gaze. For the rest of the journey, he didn’t look at his phone screen again, nor did he look at Pei Huai.

88: "Qingqing, don’t you need Pei Huai?"

"Now you’re letting him go, after all you’ve done." After investing so much effort into Pei Huai, simply saying they should part didn’t align with Song Yuqing’s character.

In reality, if Song Yuqing just coaxed Pei Huai a bit, Pei Huai would happily continue handling all sorts of tasks for him with utmost efficiency.

Song Yuqing’s long eyelashes lowered slightly, his gaze falling on the lights outside the window. "I don’t need him that much. It doesn’t have to be him. He’s in so much pain—I don’t want to force him."

He knew very well that his bond with Pei Huai wasn’t based on mutual benefit.

It was all about emotions. Pei Huai loved him, so no matter what he did, Pei Huai would support him.

No matter who he was with, Pei Huai would never leave him in the end.

Even if he asked Pei Huai to die for him, Pei Huai would probably do so without complaint.

He understood that Pei Huai was useful to him, and he also understood Pei Huai’s love for him.

Call it affection for Pei Huai, or call it some reluctance—if leaving him meant Pei Huai could live a better life, completely free, he could let Pei Huai go, allowing him to return to a normal life.

Song Yuqing pulled the car door open, his hand resting on the edge. "Pei Huai, I’m serious. Think about the future and don’t come back for me."

With these words, the sound of the door closing followed, completely locking him inside the car.

He was like a dog discarded by its owner, thrown away in a box.

Pei Huai’s tears finally fell uncontrollably.

Song Yuqing didn’t want him anymore.

Author's Note:

Pei Dog: The words "sense of security" are no good! I won’t mention them again.

Song Qingqing: …