Top-Tier Omega: Chasing Alpha to the Crematorium – Chapter 11
by Little PandaBite Me
After Ming Yu left that morning, she didn’t return for the entire day.
Song Song was taken to her lessons by Butler Su. Song Qingpei was worried, but thankfully, Butler Su was reasonable enough to let her watch Song Song’s classes through a monitor. Her daughter displayed a prodigious capacity for learning, earning high praise from her teachers.
Song Qingpei was relieved, but also felt a profound emptiness.
She had a premonition that Song Song would drift further and further away from her. After all, the starting line Ming Yu could provide for their daughter was a finish line she herself might never reach in her lifetime.
Weighed down by these anxieties, Song Qingpei sat listlessly in her room all afternoon.
It wasn’t until Song Song finally finished her classes and ran joyfully into her arms to be coddled that she felt as if she had come back to life.
“Mama, I’m so tired~”
“Songsong did so well.”
Song Qingpei praised her, gently stroking her little head in comfort.
Song Song tilted her head, waving her arms and legs with excitement. “Songsong learned so many things today! I love mechs! I’m going to ask Mommy to take me to pilot a mech when she gets back!”
“Okay.”
Song Qingpei swallowed the bitter feeling in her heart and nodded with a smile.
Though Song Song was still young, she instinctively sensed that something was wrong. She leaned close to Song Qingpei and asked in a small voice, “Mama, are you unhappy?”
“Of course not,” Song Qingpei said, startled. She quickly forced a smile. “Why would Songsong ask that?”
Song Song thought for a moment, then said, “But Mama hasn’t been smiling lately. You used to smile a lot.”
Song Qingpei hadn’t expected her daughter to be so keenly aware of her emotional state. Her heart was filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow. She sighed helplessly and put on a brave face.
“Songsong, Mama’s fine.”
“Mama’s lying!”
Song Song’s brow furrowed. She cupped Song Qingpei’s face with her small hands and stared at her without blinking. “Mama, why are you unhappy? Don’t you like it here?”
Guilt and pain welled up in Song Qingpei, but she had no way to explain. All she could do was pull her daughter into a hug, kiss her, and say offhandedly, “Be good, Songsong. Mama isn’t unhappy, just a little homesick.”
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Song Song blurted out, “Then let’s go home!”
Song Qingpei froze. “If we go home, you won’t be able to see Mommy,” she said instinctively. “Don’t you want to be with Mommy anymore?”
“Of course Songsong wants to be with Mommy.”
Song Song looked troubled, but she still pressed her cheek against Song Qingpei’s. “But I don’t want Mama to be unhappy. If Mama wants to go home, Songsong will go with you.”
Those words nearly brought tears to Song Qingpei’s frightened eyes.
She took a moment to compose herself. Once she had calmed down, she began to regret her own sentimentality, afraid it would affect Song Song’s ability to adapt to her new environment. Just as she was about to have a proper talk with her daughter, she instinctively felt a sudden chill.
Song Qingpei’s head snapped up. Ming Yu was standing in the doorway, her expression cold and her gaze heavy.
There was no telling how long she had been standing there.
Song Qingpei’s heart sank. She subconsciously pulled Song Song behind her and looked at Ming Yu with a guarded expression.
“When did you get here? You don’t make a sound when you walk.”
Ming Yu let out a cold laugh. “Feeling guilty for talking behind my back?”
Song Qingpei had no desire to argue with her. “No,” she said flatly.
Ming Yu had heard every word. A deep discomfort settled in her heart. She found Song Qingpei utterly selfish, trying to achieve her goals by winning their daughter’s sympathy.
She ignored Song Qingpei and spoke to Song Song. “Songsong, come here.”
Song Song looked at Song Qingpei, then at Ming Yu, and clutched the corner of Song Qingpei’s shirt without letting go.
“Mama is unhappy. I want to stay with Mama.”
“Songsong, she’s lying to you. Come here,” Ming Yu snapped.
Song Song flinched, looking at Ming Yu with fear in her eyes. “You’re the liar!” she cried, her voice trembling on the verge of tears. “Mama would never lie to me!”
Seeing Song Song’s pitiful, aggrieved expression, Ming Yu’s heart softened in spite of herself. She bent down, intending to pick her up.
Song Song refused the hug, quickly dodging away and throwing herself into Song Qingpei’s arms.
At this, Song Qingpei quickly moved to stand between them. “Songsong is still little; she doesn’t understand anything. Don’t scare her.”
Watching the mother and daughter’s intimate posture, Ming Yu felt as if a boulder was lodged in her chest.
She took several deep breaths to calm herself, then explained in a level tone, “There’s a family banquet at the Ming Family Ancestral Home tonight. I’m taking Songsong. Song Qingpei, don’t try to pull any tricks right now.”
Song Qingpei understood. Ming Yu was taking Song Song to meet her family, which was a semi-public acknowledgement of their daughter’s identity.
Suddenly, she remembered the phone call Ming Yu had taken that morning.
A family banquet? A blind date? And she was taking their daughter?
Could Ming Yu and that blind date already be so familiar with each other?
It even seemed the other party already knew of Song Song’s existence and was still willing to pursue a relationship with Ming Yu.
For a moment, a storm of complicated feelings churned within Song Qingpei, leaving her at a loss for words.
In Ming Yu’s eyes, her silence was a sign of resentment. She had been playing the victim in front of Song Song to more easily use their daughter to control her, all to solidify this advantageous de facto marriage.
“Song Qingpei,” Ming Yu warned, “don’t covet what doesn’t belong to you.”
Song Qingpei started, looking up at Ming Yu in confusion.
Seeing this, Ming Yu assumed she had hit a nerve. A sarcastic smile touched her lips. “I believe I told you before not to imagine I would accept a mistake as reality. Have you still not given up?”
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Song Qingpei lowered her head in silence.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried to explain. But in Ming Yu’s eyes, explanations were just excuses. She was nothing but a manipulative woman who wanted to climb and attach to power and influence. Now, there was no point in explaining anymore.
Song Qingpei lowered her gaze and didn’t argue. Instead, she began to gently coax Song Song.
Getting Song Song successfully acknowledged by the Ming family elders was something that couldn’t be delayed. Fortunately, no matter how prejudiced Ming Yu was against her, she always put Song Song first. This was the reason Song Qingpei could compromise time and again to maintain peace with her.
After half an hour of her patient comforting, Song Song finally agreed to go to the dinner with Ming Yu.
She pulled away from Song Qingpei’s embrace, with her steamed bun face puffed out1, and said to Ming Yu, “If you bully Mama again, I won’t like you anymore.”
Hearing this, Ming Yu shot Song Qingpei a cold glance but said nothing.
Song Qingpei watched them leave, her heart twisting into a knot at the thought of Ming Yu taking their daughter to meet a prospective partner.
To her surprise, however, Ming Yu only called for Butler Su and had him take Song Song to change her clothes.
Soon, only the two of them were left in the room. Song Qingpei wondered what she was planning now.
Was it another round of threats, warnings, and humiliation? A reminder to know her place and not dream of climbing and attaching to power and influence? She could practically recite the words by heart.
Song Qingpei sneered inwardly, but she never expected Ming Yu to suddenly step close to her. “Bite me.”
As she spoke, Ming Yu had already unfastened a button, revealing her fair, slender neck. She even tilted her head cooperatively to the side, exposing her gland.
Song Qingpei froze for a second before she understood. Ming Yu was still in her Heat fever. She must be afraid her chaotic pheromones would flare up during the family banquet and wanted her to provide a soothing mark. Song Qingpei’s hands clenched into fists, her heart a turmoil of anger and indignation.
Asking for a soothing mark on one hand, while taking their daughter to a blind date with the other. How could a person be so shamelessly hypocritical, as though with justice on one’s side, one is bold and confident?
Seeing her hesitate, Ming Yu grew impatient. “Hurry up!” she urged.
Song Qingpei’s chest heaved with anger. She lunged forward and bit down. Hard.
The next second, Ming Yu felt a sharp pain on her gland, followed immediately by the flick of a tongue. As the Alpha pheromones were injected, a heat began to build in her body.
But Song Qingpei seemed unsatisfied to just taste lightly and stop. Her tongue explored the gland, finally tracing a lingering, light lick deep within its hollow, which sent a shiver through Ming Yu, making her entire body go soft in Song Qingpei’s arms.
Ming Yu, who always liked to be in control, couldn’t stand such a submissive reaction. She frowned and threatened, “Gently! Song Qingpei, are you trying to die?”
Thinking of all the humiliation she had suffered, Song Qingpei steeled her heart. She opened her mouth and sank her teeth viciously into the gland. Pain mixed with a tingling numbness, a sensation so overwhelming Ming Yu could barely stand it. She instinctively tried to struggle, but her hands were pinned behind her back, rendering her completely immobile.
Song Qingpei’s eyes darkened as she injected every last drop of Alpha pheromones she could muster.
“Bastard! Ah!”
Ming Yu threw her head back and let out a hoarse cry, her body trembling uncontrollably, so violently she nearly passed out.
This wasn’t soothing. This was revenge!
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