Chapter 142: Bastard

Chapter 142: Bastard

Song Yuqing fell silent, listening to System 88’s provocations.

What kind of deep-seated animosity and resentment was this, to suggest divorce so readily?

Song Yuqing’s face was cold. "So what do you want? Do you find it amusing to threaten me like this?"

"If you insist on acting so crazy, then let's just break up."

Qi Zhengqing was a lunatic. He only appeared normal, and Song Yuqing had always known that.

But Song Yuqing had never expected Qi Zhengqing to go this far.

"Let's get a divorce. Go take care of someone else; don't bother with me."

Ignoring his wound, Qi Zhengqing seized Song Yuqing’s wrist. "No divorce. I am your husband. I won't care for anyone else; I'll only care for you."

Song Yuqing fell silent, handing the cat to Qi Zhengqing. "You and Coal Ball stay home. Don’t come looking for me. I’m going to work."

As Song Yuqing was about to leave, Qi Zhengqing wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back. "Why are you so disobedient? Do you think I'm trying to harm you?"

"You're not going anywhere, not leaving the house." Qi Zhengqing’s tone was uncharacteristically firm. "Promise me there won’t be a next time."

Song Yuqing couldn't be bothered to listen to Qi Zhengqing’s rambling. He hooked his arms around Qi Zhengqing’s neck and kissed him, his expression cold.

It was as if to say, "I’ve kissed you, so that should be enough."

He was coaxing him, but doing it perfunctorily.

The person being placated was utterly unyielding.

Qi Zhengqing stared at Song Yuqing’s lips, his eyes deepening.

88: "!"

Amazing, their Qingqing was resorting to seduction now. He wondered how long Qi Zhengqing could remain firm.

"Can you not talk?" Song Yuqing stared at Qi Zhengqing. "I can’t breathe when you talk during a kiss."

Qi Zhengqing picked Song Yuqing up and carried him toward the bedroom. "Then we won't kiss."

If they weren’t going to kiss, they could just proceed directly. That was fine too.

As long as Qi Zhengqing didn’t fixate on this tiny, insignificant issue.

Song Yuqing raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. With one button undone, his usually meticulous collar loosened, revealing a glimpse of fair skin and delicate collarbones.

His expression was cold, his movements efficient, devoid of any sensual undertones, yet inexplicably alluring.

Cold and proper, yet seductive.

Qi Zhengqing’s eyes grew even darker.

The next second, Qi Zhengqing reached out and buttoned Song Yuqing’s shirt back up.

Song Yuqing unbuttoned another, and Qi Zhengqing fastened it again.

Qi Zhengqing pulled the blanket over Song Yuqing, wrapping him up so not an inch of his suggestive skin was visible. "No cheating."

Song Yuqing: "..."

88: "!"

88 wanted to laugh but didn’t dare make a sound, afraid of angering Song Yuqing.

Damn, this couple was determined to drive each other crazy. Song Yuqing pissed off Qi Zhengqing first, and when Qi Zhengqing ran out of ideas, he made Song Yuqing promise and even buttoned his shirt back up. It would be a miracle if Song Yuqing didn't faint from anger.

Song Yuqing unbuttoned twice, and Qi Zhengqing buttoned twice—back and forth like this twice.

Song Yuqing stared at Qi Zhengqing. "Don’t make me hit you."

"Go ahead." Qi Zhengqing’s voice was calm, even carrying a tone of resignation. "After you hit me, you’ll promise not to do this again."

Song Yuqing slapped Qi Zhengqing across the face. The sharp sound of the slap echoed piercingly in the silent room.

Qi Zhengqing’s face turned to the side, a red mark quickly blooming on his cheek. He remained in that position, unmoving.

"Will you go to such dangerous places again?" he pressed Song Yuqing further.

Song Yuqing was furious, but Qi Zhengqing’s stubbornness left him with nothing to say. Song Yuqing took a step back.

He decided to temporarily placate Qi Zhengqing. "If there’s a next time, you can lock me up."

"Not that," Qi Zhengqing’s voice was low and calm. The alpha shook his head gently, his fingers caressing Song Yuqing’s cheek tenderly, but his eyes were sharp and not easily fooled. "I won’t lock you up."

Song Yuqing’s promise was almost meaningless. He could never actually lock Song Yuqing away or forbid him from leaving.

Only by targeting what Song Yuqing cared about could he truly threaten him.

Song Yuqing frowned slightly. "I promise I won’t get hurt next time. I’ll discuss anything I plan to do with you first. Qi Zhengqing, don’t push it."

Song Yuqing averted his gaze. "That’s the most I can promise. Nothing more."

"It’s not like I go back on my word."

After saying this, Song Yuqing calmed down a little and held out his hand to Qi Zhengqing.

"My hand hurts." A straightforward statement, delivered with almost no change in tone—a lie so clumsy it would fall apart without even being challenged.

Yet, with those words, the alpha relented. Qi Zhengqing took Song Yuqing’s wrist and lowered his head to blow gently on the wound.

"If you get hurt again..." the alpha’s voice was low, unwavering, "I’ll go through it with you."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing just wanted to say, then we’re doomed. Let’s both be half-dead together.

Song Yuqing kicked Qi Zhengqing unhappily, glaring coldly at the alpha. "If you want to die, then die. If you die, I’ll just find someone new."

"Do you think you’re that important to me?"

"Do you think you can threaten me?"

Clearly, Song Yuqing was also angered by Qi Zhengqing.

Each word was deliberately aimed at Qi Zhengqing’s heart.

"Okay." Qi Zhengqing pinned him in his embrace, one arm tightly wrapped around Song Yuqing’s waist, the other pressing against the back of his neck, forcing Song Yuqing firmly against his own heaving chest.

Qi Zhengqing wasn't offended by those words. If Song Yuqing truly didn’t care, he wouldn’t even look his way.

“What we were about to do earlier—let’s do it now.”

Song Yuqing pushed Qi Zhengqing away abruptly. “Not doing it anymore. Get out.”

“Not going anywhere.”

*Rip!*

The sound of fabric tearing rang out sharply through the air. The clothing was violently torn open from the collar down to the waist, exposing a large expanse of skin, pale as cold jade, to the slightly chilly air.

The cold air sent a slight shiver through the young man.

The alpha’s scent washed over him without hesitation, without concealment—overpowering and relentless—completely enveloping Song Yuqing, trapping him within his pheromone field.

A broad hand landed on the young man’s slender, pale waist. Fresh blood oozed from the alpha’s wound through the bandage, dripping onto Song Yuqing’s waist. Warm droplets rolled across his smooth skin, leaving bright red trails.

Sticky and damp.

As the alpha pressed closer, the blood smeared into a thin layer.

The vivid red against the extreme paleness was strikingly alluring, especially with those faintly colored lips parting slightly, breathing lightly—a sight that drove the alpha to lose control.

The scent of blood permeated the air, clouding Song Yuqing’s once-clear mind, yet he felt he shouldn't just surrender without a fight.

"Don’t be angry."

Qi Zhengqing grasped Song Yuqing’s wrist and kissed his fingertips.

His tone was calm, but it couldn’t conceal a barely restrained, fervent intensity. "You know I can’t stand it. Just behave."

"Not too much—just a little obedience."

Song Yuqing was still furious, kicking and hitting Qi Zhengqing repeatedly, yet his body shook from the alpha’s dominance.

In his ear, the alpha’s voice persisted—urging him to behave, forbidding him from going to dangerous places, demanding he prioritize his safety, insisting he check in when going out.

The voice was low and cold, like a scolding or a whip.

With bone-deep intensity, each word was carved into him, making it impossible to forget.

Song Yuqing’s fingers instinctively gripped at anything within reach.

In the past, even during conflicts, Qi Zhengqing had always maintained a strict control, a roughness tempered by reservation.

But this time was different. This time, he seemed to have torn away all rationality, revealing his most raw, domineering, and relentless nature.

Song Yuqing had never been handled this roughly by Qi Zhengqing before.

"Bastard." His usually calm voice sounded damp, thick with emotion.

The corners of his damp eyes were flushed with faint red, stunningly beautiful.

Qi Zhengqing tightened his arms around the slender body in his embrace, as if trying to press Song Yuqing into his very being—only then could he feel at ease. "I’m a bastard, and you’re a little bastard."

"Neither of us should complain. We’re meant to be."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing was struck speechless by Qi Zhengqing’s words.

"We are not meant to be," Song Yuqing said coldly. "Since you’re going to die soon anyway, what’s the point of being meant to be? Do you want to take me with you?"

Qi Zhengqing remained silent. Song Yuqing held grudges; talking to him was enough to make you die three times over.

Instead of denying he was a bastard, Song Yuqing precisely refuted the idea that they were meant to be.

He really knew how to hit a nerve.

At this thought, despite the lingering frustration in his chest, Qi Zhengqing couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips into a slight smile.

*Such a grudging kitten.*

After a minor quarrel, life returned to normal.

T-T: "Work."

T-T: "Work."

T-T: "Work."

Almost every day, Song Yuqing checked in with Qi Zhengqing religiously, letting him know his whereabouts.

But it was always just two words, automated and impersonal.

Qi Zhengqing scrolled back to the messages he had sent Song Yuqing three years ago and fell silent for a long time. It seemed what he'd put out into the world back then had finally come back to hit him.

Three years ago, his own check-ins were just as minimal.

But now—

Qi Zhengqing glanced down.

Qi Zhengqing: "I start work at 9 today. I have a department meeting at 10."

Qi Zhengqing: "I have a meeting at 11, expected to last an hour."

Qi Zhengqing: "Lunch at 12. Remember to drink more nutrition shake."

Qi Zhengqing: "Project review at 1:30, then at 2:30…"

T-T: "You’re so wordy."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Qi Zhengqing replied pointedly, "Not too much. Just keeping you updated."

T-T: "I work at 9, work at 10, work at 11, work at 12, work at 1, work at 2… off at 6."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

Qi Zhengqing was massaging his temples exasperatedly at Song Yuqing’s perfunctory response when he suddenly saw Pei Huai had shared a photo.

T-T: "By the way, Pei Huai came to see me today."

The message was like a perfectly crafted bait, dropped casually into the water by Song Yuqing, waiting for him to take the bait.

Qi Zhengqing waited for half an hour but still didn't get a follow-up from Song Yuqing.

Fully aware that Song Yuqing was still holding a grudge, Qi Zhengqing couldn't hold back any longer.

Qi Zhengqing: "What did he want with you?"

Qi Zhengqing: "I won't get in the way of you two spending time together..."

Qi Zhengqing: "I'm actually jealous, Song Yuqing."

Qi Zhengqing: "What are you and Pei Huai doing?"

Pei Huai glanced at Song Yuqing’s screen, reached over with his long arms, and snatched Song Yuqing’s phone.

T-T: "Song Yuqing and I are kissing, so what? You got a problem with that?"