Chapter 155: Don’t Be Angry

Chapter 155: Don't Get Mad

There's no way Song Yuqing would dare to continue operating on Qi Zhengqing now, would he?

Unless… Song Yuqing intended to personally bring about his demise…

Before this thought could fully form in Su Quan’s mind, he tapped the forehead of the small jade statue again.

“At most, he’s just your dog.”

“If he dies, he dies…”

Su Quan’s state of mind was peculiar. He simultaneously wished to see Song Yuqing suffer because of these people, yet he didn't want Song Yuqing to display too much emotional turmoil over them.

After all, if you love no one, then love no one at all.

But if you love someone else, why should he be the one to die?

Song Yuqing entered the operating room at 10 a.m. and emerged at 5 p.m.

After washing his hands, Song Yuqing stepped outside to face familiar faces.

Faces etched with concern for their own vested interests.

These faces blurred with the image of blood spraying before his eyes moments earlier.

For the first time, Song Yuqing felt a pang of disgust, yet also a sense of inevitability.

They cared about their own interests, which was why he could sway them, why he could entice them with benefits. But once he lost his value, they would turn against him without a second thought.

There was nothing wrong with that.

A buzzing filled his ears.

The onlookers, observing the young man’s excessively pale, almost translucent face, finally spoke up. “How did it go?”

“Was it successful?”

Zheng Kaiji chimed in, “It must have been successful. There’s nothing Mr. Song can’t achieve.”

Song Yuqing’s unfocused pupils slowly sharpened as he turned to Zheng Kaiji, who had spoken last. His pale lips parted slightly, and he uttered a single word: “Dead.”

This word fell like a thunderclap. The group of council members, previously subdued by Song Yuqing, suddenly erupted into a cacophony of comments.

“How could this happen?”

“Mr. Song, you said you had mastered this technology. Were you deceiving me before?”

“Forget it. One failure doesn’t prove anything. After all, nobody’s perfect.”

Word by word, they seemed to chip away at the myth of Song Yuqing’s invincibility, slowly revealing that the god’s true form was merely an “ordinary person.”

“Then you should die.”

Song Yuqing spoke suddenly, his tone still devoid of significant fluctuation, offhand, as though their demise was perfectly acceptable.

The crowd instantly fell silent, not daring to even breathe. They assumed Song Yuqing was merely venting his anger, completely oblivious to the problematic nature of their earlier questioning.

Song Yuqing turned and left without hesitation.

He walked alone through the dim, long corridor. The prolonged, intense concentration had left him feeling exhausted, as though each step had grown heavier.

Step by step, he made his way to the end of the corridor.

Light gradually brightened before his eyes. Outside, snow was falling heavily.

But before the snow could reach him, an alpha embraced him.

Qi Zhengqing caught Song Yuqing. Before losing consciousness, Song Yuqing heard an extremely soft, helpless sigh.

“Did you forget what I said again?”

His consciousness gradually blurred. Just before it completely faded, he recalled Qi Zhengqing’s words:

—No one is worth his sacrifice.

No.

The young man’s face was pale, his lips devoid of color. His dark eyelashes trembled faintly, so fragile he might vanish in the blizzard with a single touch.

It was heartbreaking for no reason.

The news of Song Yuqing collapsing right after leaving the operating room didn’t need to be intentionally spread—the alphas, who had been silenced by Song Yuqing’s “then you should die,” all knew.

Now, a group of alphas stood rooted to the spot, their expressions still grim.

Indeed, if Song Yuqing had failed, didn’t that mean their only fate was death?

“It’s your fault. Why did you provoke him?”

The reproach was directed at Zheng Kaiji.

Zheng Kaiji: “I thought it would succeed. After all…”

He trailed off mid-sentence, his hesitation instantly piquing the curiosity of the other council members.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Zheng Kaiji slowly continued, “It’s nothing much. I just received news that Sri Lanka’s research on replacing flesh with machinery has already succeeded.”

“Right now, the New Continent is at a disadvantage in the war only because those alphas have already been deployed.”

These words were like water hitting hot oil, instantly causing the previously quiet council members to erupt.

“Song Yuqing never informed us the situation was this critical.”

“He truly treats the New Continent as his own personal domain.”

Everyone chattered noisily, their worry and anxiety genuine, as the war on the New Continent was closely tied to their future.

Seeing the crowd like this, Zheng Kaiji feigned concern again. “Mr. Song seems to have suffered a heavy blow. I wonder if he can continue…”

The council members became restless once more. If Song Yuqing could lead them to ultimate victory, being ordered around by him wouldn’t be so bad.

But if Song Yuqing couldn’t deliver, then they couldn’t be blamed for making their own plans.

However, they also spoke hypocritically: “Mr. Song should take a good rest for a while.”

“The New Continent can’t rely solely on Mr. Song.”

The assistant hadn’t left yet. Separated by a wall, he overheard these people openly scheming against Song Yuqing. Clenching his fists, he felt it was unfair to Song Yuqing.

When Song Yuqing was contributing, they all took it for granted. Now, with just some unsubstantiated rumors, they wanted to seize power.

Their Mr. Song is truly too pitiful, but luckily...

Mr. Song isn't that foolish; otherwise, he would have been devoured by these wolves and vultures, leaving not even a bone behind.

Song Yuqing was taken back to the Qi residence by Qi Zhengqing.

Song Yuqing slept for a very long time. After waking up, he rubbed his head, his voice weak and raspy. "Fa Fa, how long have I been asleep?"

System 88: "A full day and night."

Song Yuqing still remembered that the last person he saw before losing consciousness was Qi Zhengqing, and this was the Qi residence.

It must be that Qi Zhengqing didn’t want others to disturb him, so he brought him back.

Song Yuqing’s expression remained icy, seemingly in a less-than-ideal mood.

He threw off the covers and went to look for Qi Zhengqing.

Just as he reached the staircase, Song Yuqing heard people talking below. He paused.

"Mr. Qi, what we mean is that Mr. Song’s health isn’t good. He really shouldn’t overexert himself. During this time, we should make decisions about Xinzhou together, just as we did in the past."

Song Yuqing stood quietly on the stairs, listening.

System 88 wanted to cover Song Yuqing’s ears and tell him not to listen to these words.

"During this period, Mr. Song has completely controlled the council. Many situations weren’t disclosed to us. In principle, we have the right to be informed, but we won’t pursue that."

"It’s just... Mr. Song is, after all, a Beta. He’s never held power before, so we can understand his eagerness to cling to power."

"Qingqing, don’t listen to them," System 88 said, furious. "These dogs can’t speak anything worthwhile."

"To put it bluntly, they’re a bunch of scoundrels. When there’s something to gain, they can’t wait to put you on a pedestal. The moment they see no benefit, they immediately turn against you."

"They’re all bastards."

Song Yuqing curled his lips into a slight smile and tapped System 88 between the eyebrows. "I’m not angry."

"Why would I get worked up over scumbags?"

The young man’s voice was slow and deliberate, the tail end of his words brushing lightly, making System 88’s heart flutter. "Qingqing, if you need it, you can hug me. Lean on me."

Song Yuqing flicked System 88’s forehead. "What are you thinking?"

Song Yuqing leaned lazily against the railing, continuing to listen to Qi Zhengqing handling those people, his fingertips unconsciously tapping against the solid wood.

Qi Zhengqing sank into the sofa, relaxed yet exuding authority. "What do you all mean? Are you asking if I’m willing to let Song Yuqing relinquish power, or are you asking me to force him to do so?"

One councilor spoke up first, "Actually, it wouldn’t be a bad thing for Mr. Song to let go of power."

"At the very least, he should provide an heir for you, right?"

"Betas should focus on raising the next generation. A Beta like Mr. Song could definitely nurture a powerful Alpha."

Qi Zhengqing’s posture didn’t change, not even the faint curve at the corner of his mouth. But the atmosphere around him instantly turned heavy and oppressive.

"Perhaps you’ve all misunderstood something." The Alpha leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, his folded hands appearing calm yet full of pressure. "Right now, it’s you begging him to save your miserable lives."

"Not him needing any form of recognition from you." Qi Zhengqing deliberately slowed his words on the last two syllables, laced with undisguised scorn.

"Do you think your paltry and meaningless support is something rare and valuable?"

Everyone’s faces instantly turned grim. Indeed, Song Yuqing had long slipped from their grasp. Whether it was money or anything else, Song Yuqing no longer needed their support.

Even if they wanted to wrest power from Song Yuqing, they had to start with Qi Zhengqing, hoping that in the final stages of his life, Qi Zhengqing would want to confine Song Yuqing to leave behind an heir.

Thereby controlling Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing’s lips curled into a slight arc. Indeed, the support of these fools was just that insignificant.

Yet they always loved to piss people off.

The butler watched Song Yuqing standing on the stairs from afar, his eyes glinting. The young man wore a black silk sleep robe, his neck long and pale, his hair flowing freely.

Just standing there, he was stunningly beautiful, icy and captivating, like a specter in a gothic castle, an alluring phantom that enters people’s dreams.

Not only would he not inspire fear, but he would also be chased relentlessly in dreams, his cold skin seized, marks left on him again and again.

Mr. Qi would eventually die. He would become Mr. Song’s butler, accompanying him in this dark, twisted castle to grieve his late husband.

The butler handed Song Yuqing a woolen throw. "Mr. Song, be careful not to catch a cold."

"No need. Take it back." Song Yuqing didn’t even glance at him.

The butler pressed his lips into a tight line. The first words he ever said to Song Yuqing had indeed angered him profoundly. Over the years, Song Yuqing rarely showed him any kindness, seldom even granting him a glance.

The butler stepped back and stood behind Song Yuqing.

Downstairs, everyone had argued till they were blue in the face, but Qi Zhengqing remained unmoved, even belittling them from every angle.

Just as Qi Zhengqing was about to kick them out, Song Yuqing came downstairs.

The moment they caught sight of that slim silhouette on the staircase, some councilors instinctively stood up.

After standing—they felt as though they had gone mad.

They had been conditioned by Song Yuqing to the point of dysfunction—seeing him made them feel they should stand and obey his commands.

Song Yuqing sat opposite the councilors, his cold gaze sweeping over the Alpha who had abruptly stood.

"Why stand? Weren’t you saying I should get out of the council and obediently stay home like a trophy husband?"

The black silk sleep robe highlighted the young man’s almost transparent pale skin.

His long hair was loosely draped, a few strands falling by his cheeks, blunting his sharp features and adding a hint of seduction.

He was beautiful, but none of the Alphas present dared meet his gaze.

Author’s Note:

Da Qi: Wear something, darling. Wear something, darling. Wear something, darling.

Song Qingqing: ...