Chapter 67 Existence

Chapter 67: Existence

Jing Miao’s endocrine function was gradually recovering, and his body grew increasingly healthy.

In the cozy, warmly lit room, the Omega sat atop a thick blanket, brushing the lifelike fur of a snow wolf. His face lit up at the sight of Xi Siyan. “Brother!”

“Why didn’t you go downstairs to greet Brother Lin Zhi?”

Jing Miao glanced at Xi Siyan’s black shirt, his eyes crinkling into crescents. “Hold me, brother.”

He reached out, pupils shimmering—almost as if craving him?

Xi Siyan was momentarily taken aback. He stepped forward and lifted the boy onto his lap. Even with a child growing inside him, Jing Miao still felt feather-light in his arms.

“Heh.” Xi Siyan gently restrained his fidgeting hands. “Later, Brother Ji Yun will bring an elder to meet you—you can’t go out looking disheveled.”

Jing Miao instantly pouted. “Miao Miao isn’t disheveled.” With solemn seriousness, he smoothed the wrinkles from his clothes. “Brother, from the moment you woke up until now, you’ve only spent one hour, forty-two minutes, and sixteen seconds with Miao Miao. You helped me dress, ate breakfast with me—and then left right after.”

“My little ancestor.” Xi Siyan pinched his nose. “Are you angry?”

“I’m angry.” The boy nodded earnestly.

Xi Siyan laughed. “Then what should I do? How do I make it up to you? Should Brother apologize to Miao Miao?”

“Mmm… no apology.” Jing Miao looped his arms around Xi Siyan’s neck. “Brother, kiss me—smell me.”

The Alpha’s gaze flickered subtly, as though countless thoughts surged through his mind in an instant. “Good baby.”

He buried his face against Jing Miao’s neck, lifted him gently, and drew in a deep breath. “Why do you smell so sweet, little rose? Does the little one know his daddy’s a bit of a pervert?”

Jing Miao shivered at the sensation—a jolt like electricity shot through him, his waist going slack.

Afraid of pressing on his belly, Xi Siyan turned the Omega—who had gone soft as cotton—around. He pinched Jing Miao’s fair, tender chin, his arms enveloped by the intoxicating, wine-like scent intensified by pregnancy.

It seemed that ever since that heat episode at the base, Jing Miao had grown exceptionally clingy—as if he couldn’t bear even a minute apart from him.

Xi Siyan pressed his cheek against Jing Miao’s, nuzzling and kissing his way down from the boy’s Adam’s apple to his delicate collarbones.

His hand slipped beneath the white fleece top; the lifted fabric revealed a round, plump belly.

“Look, baby.”

Dazed, Jing Miao followed Xi Siyan’s hand downward. That hand—knuckles sharply defined, adorned with a beautiful wedding ring—traced lightly over the belly, leaving behind a faint, cooling trail.

“This is proof that you love me.” The warmth of his palm flared scalding-hot, making Jing Miao’s legs tremble and his entire body slump limply.

“Brother.” The Omega gazed up at him, grievance clear in his eyes, lips flushed and full—tempting to pluck.

Xi Siyan held him close, kissing his lips—licking, tasting, repeating. No matter how many times, Jing Miao never learned to breathe during a kiss, as if trapped in an airtight space, desperate for air.

Some people’s allure wasn’t in their appearance—it had long since melted into their flesh.

Bite by bite, even devouring him whole would be like drinking poison to quench thirst.

“Not yet.” Xi Siyan’s hand drifted lower, torn between heartache and barely contained fire. “You’re still recovering. We can’t.”

Jing Miao cried, aggrieved. He wanted his Alpha so badly.

“Good baby, be good. Brother will help you.”

Xi Siyan’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition. In his haze, Jing Miao recalled again that youth standing on the lecture podium—neat shirt and trousers, bathed entirely in the sacred light of knowledge.

That person now whispered beside his ear, soul-stealing, entwined and intimate.

While injecting an inhibitor in the bathroom, Xi Siyan cursed himself fiercely.

Your child just wanted kisses and hugs—what were you doing?

Ruthlessly, the Alpha opened his communicator to confirm the due date—then met his own unsatisfied reflection in the mirror.

When Jing Miao followed Xi Siyan downstairs, dragging his feet, he looked as though his fever hadn’t fully broken—flushed cheeks, dazed gaze, and unusually clingy.

He was curled up inside the white sweater Su Wan had knitted on a whim, like a little fox experiencing humanity for the first time.

Hearing the commotion, Ji Sixin rose slowly, leaning heavily on his cane.

He was no longer young. Leg injuries, chronic worries, and the common ailments of old age had transformed this world-renowned tycoon into little more than a fragile elder.

Ji Yun supported him, glancing toward the Omega on the stairs clinging tightly to Xi Siyan’s arm.

Ji Sixin’s hair was mostly white—carefully dyed and blended with black to achieve a fashionable salt-and-pepper gray. Deep wrinkles etched his face; his eye sockets were sunken—but his gaze remained intensely bright.

Time had aged him, yet left untouched his graceful, refined bearing.

Jing Miao had witnessed many people react unusually toward him.

Like Lin Zhi’s initial hatred, Jin Yuan’s excited affection, Professor Jin’s heartache and guilt, Ji Yun’s shock and nostalgia, or Cong Xiguang’s subtle scrutiny.

He had never seen anyone like Ji Sixin.

Even with a strong Alpha physically supporting him, the old man seemed utterly unable to stand steady. He leaned heavily on his cane, trembling uncontrollably, tears brimming in his eyes.

Jing Miao suddenly remembered many elders—the ones on the grasslands, at school. They had all looked at him with such affectionate, hopeful eyes, offering boundless hope from the depths of their aged years.

“Miao… Miao Miao.” This name had echoed endlessly in Ji Sixin’s mind since receiving that paternity report. Alone in the room Lin Bo once occupied, he’d repeated it over and over.

He’d prepared an introduction, rehearsed emotional control countless times before the mirror. But the moment he saw this child, everything collapsed.

The first time Ji Sixin saw Lin Bo, she wasn’t yet the fully armored, proud Omega. The young girl sat quietly in class, lifting her eyes only slightly at the noise outside. Wind rustled the papers beneath her hand. Lin Bo lowered her head and smoothed them flat.

Through the glass window, she briefly met Ji Sixin’s gaze—then shyly looked away, burying herself once more in her studies.

Jing Miao needed no paternity test.

This child stood there—carved jade and molded powder, dew cupped from sunlight—crystalline and fragile. Nestled behind his Alpha, he looked confused and timid, yet his eyes were pure, clear, transparent to the very core.

“Brother, who is this grandpa?” Jing Miao looked up to ask Xi Siyan.

Xi Siyan reassuringly held his hand and walked step by step toward Ji Sixin.

The television broadcast the once-in-a-decade Outstanding Contribution Awards Ceremony. Leaders and high-ranking officials from the city-state and central district sat neatly in the audience. The grand stage, the host’s impassioned voice, and the background narration filled the air.

“In the past decade, E-Yan has endured war, economic crises, geological disasters, and other setbacks—yet none could hinder our city-state’s vigorous development, prosperity, and flourishing. We thank all citizens and workers across every sector who have forged ahead with unwavering determination over the past ten years. You have worked hard!”

The screen flashed scenes of the central district’s suburbs—recently struck by a 6.8-magnitude earthquake—where relief work had been completed and reconstruction begun within three days. It cycled through cityscapes of various districts: breathtaking natural environments, spectacular technological landmarks, patients discharged from hospitals, and policies celebrated by citizens waving banners in the streets…

The镜头 shifted to rows of personal transporters—diverse in design, moving swiftly. Transporters equipped with Isolation Barriers traveled from the central district all the way to the Ninth District, weaving through crowds as drivers waved to pedestrians outside. Even so, from high-ranking nobles to ordinary citizens, every garage surely housed a Peace Dove Scooter.

A high-value scooter that replaces public transit—more convenient, cheaper, and safer—for everyone to own.

The promotional image cut off abruptly, these Peace Dove Scooters shrinking away to nothing until a woman's photo slowly came into focus.

She was more beautiful than the big star who performed the opening act, with a water-like gentleness, her eyes smiling, charming and lovely.

They said her name was Lin Bo, Chief Engineer of Kinetic Energy Design for Peace Dove Scooters, Chief Engineer of Peace Dove Scooter Design, Lead Engineer of the Peace Dove Scooter Safety System.

Her career was illustrious, her contributions outstanding. Ten years after receiving the highest praise at the Ji Group, everyone came to know this female Omega who transcended social classes. She created the Peace Dove, she gave everyone access to high-tech scooters.

But her photo gradually turned gray, and a black-background, white-text obituary appeared below: Ms. Lin Bo was killed in 4055 while combating sinister forces.

Ji Sixin clutched his collar, coughing violently. His once relatively straight posture utterly collapsed, as though it would never be straight again.

Jing Miao stared blankly at the TV. Lin Bo's black-and-white face crossed time and space, becoming clear in his mind.

"May my child be small yet great."

It seemed like, a very, very long time ago, when he had no sight, only hearing, he had heard such words.

Just like his own daily murmurs to the child in his belly.

Was that... my own *Di Ting*? A memory of Mom?

Xi Siyan gave his cheek a gentle pinch, his gaze soft and warm: "Miao Miao, call him Grandpa. He has been looking forward to your arrival for a very long time."

Ji Sixin's eyes, red from coughing, were filled with anticipation and anxiety. He hesitantly reached out, wanting to grasp the child's wrist, but forcefully held himself back and withdrew his hand.

"My name is Ji Sixin. I was a senior figure in your mother's life. I've been searching for you for many years. To see you alive and well makes me very happy." He didn't want to force a seemingly innocent child to accept affection from someone not related by blood. Ji Sixin thought, just knowing I got to see him once is enough.

Jing Miao tilted his head and, encouraged by Xi Siyan, reached out and took the old man's hand.

He was so well-behaved, exactly as Lin Bo had described in the diary Xi Siyan had transcribed for him.

—He is an angel, my haven. I haven't even seen him grown up yet, but I already love him so much I don't know what to do. Becoming his mother makes me feel incredibly happy.

Ji Sixin trembled, tears falling.

"Grandpa." Jing Miao obediently called out, his face showing no reluctance or conflict, pale as a sheet, just a child.

The little angel tilted his head, somewhat at a loss, and reached out to wipe the tears from Ji Sixin's face with his soft sweater sleeve: "Grandpa, don't cry. Miao Miao has candy for you."

He took a beautifully wrapped piece of nougat from his pocket and placed it in the old man's deeply lined palm: "Miao Miao made it himself. It was originally meant for the little one in my belly, but if Grandpa is sad, then Grandpa can have it."

Ji Sixin couldn't speak. He was overwhelmed by immense joy that drove out the sorrow, turning his head away as he wept uncontrollably.

The scene shifted to the streets and scenery of other city-states.

The emergence of the Five-Senses Communication Network solved the increasingly distinct geographical barriers caused by genetic suppression. The last time people could travel the world relying solely on transportation was over a hundred years ago.

Song Xingyan's face appeared at the end, at the Central District's Network Research Institute.

The video footage was likely shot a long time ago. Song Xingyan was making notes in front of three giant, precise computers when the person filming called his name.

"Song Xingyan!"

The Alpha turned around. His handsome face was like a sea breeze blowing through summer. He smiled slightly at the camera, frozen on a day many years ago.

He was the inventor of the Five-Senses Communication Network. He shrank the distance between people and the world infinitely closer. The sun and moon have always shared the same sky; nations in this moment are all creatures nurtured by Earth, sharing the same origin.

Because of the existence of the Five-Senses Communication Network, it greatly reduced the pain and regret of people being separated due to genetics. Even though the comfort this technology brought was minimal, it was still great and needed by everyone.

Mr. Song Xingyan, while combating sinister forces, was kidnapped and, refusing to cooperate, was killed in 4054.

They looked at the young man on TV.

Song Xingyan was different from Lin Bo, who still had many who loved her keeping her memory alive. Forced by political concessions of the time, Song Xingyan became a single grain of sand, scattered and lost in the long river of time.

He died not knowing he already had a child. This became a regret carved into Lin Bo's soul, in life and after death.

"Your Alpha lacks a sense of security." He had wanted to marry Lin Bo.

But what he didn't know was that the Omega he was unwilling to even give a lifelong mark to, went ahead and gave birth to a child for him.

Becoming, in this world, the proof of Song Xingyan's continued existence.

Blood, genes. Jing Miao's birth told the world that Song Xingyan had existed, and still exists.

Xi Siyan held Jing Miao's shoulder, pointing at the gradually turning black-and-white face on the TV, his voice gentle, like the fragmented whispers heard before birth.

"Miao Miao, look, that's Dad."

He didn't know you, but he loved you.

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How can you still seduce your brother, little darling?