Top-Tier Omega: Chasing Alpha to the Crematorium – Chapter 43
by Little PandaTraining a Dog?
Ming Yu looked at these shameful things, wondering how to dispose of them.
Just then, Song Song’s clear voice rang out from outside the door.
“Mommy, Mommy, come out quickly! Let’s play a game together! A new game we learned at kindergarten today!”
Ming Yu’s heart fluttered in panic. Her face had just flushed red from shame and anger over those items. She hurriedly patted her face—she couldn’t let Song Song notice anything unusual.
In her flustered state, she even forgot that she was still tightly clutching that shameful cat-ear hair clip in her hand.
As soon as she opened the door, Song Song’s eyes lit up.
“Wow! Mommy’s hair clip is so cute! It looks like real kitty ears.”
Song Song reached out her hand as she spoke, as if wanting to touch it.
When Ming Yu heard this, her face grew even redder. In her panic, she unconsciously applied force with her hand—snap—the hair clip was broken just like that.
Song Song was startled by this sudden movement. She tilted her head and carefully called out, “Mommy?”
“Song Song, I…”
Ming Yu didn’t dare open the door too wide, afraid Song Song would see the things inside.
She saw Song Song hugging Song Qingpei’s thigh, pressing her little face tightly against it, as if finding security this way.
“I broke Mommy’s hair clip… Mommy’s mad~”
“No, I…” The usually cold Admiral Ming was now stumbling over her words.
Song Qingpei quickly bent down to pick up Song Song, glancing at Ming Yu’s clenched fist, and smiled.
“Sweetheart, that hair clip was just poor quality. I remember Mommy bought you lots of hair accessories before—Grandma Su organized them for you. Let’s go take a look.”
“Okay, okay! I’ll pick one to give to Mommy~”
As Song Qingpei turned while holding Song Song, she gave Ming Yu a meaningful look.
Ming Yu watched their retreating figures, itching with anger.
Once their figures disappeared from view, she closed the door, dropped the broken hair clip, and walked a few steps to the large box.
And kicked it hard again!
Shala—
The box was directly kicked apart, and those shameful things spilled all over the floor.
Ming Yu looked at this mess, her heart burning with anger!
But there was no helping it. She couldn’t exactly call someone else to clean up this pile of things—if people found out, where would her face go?
She could only squat down to clean up herself, getting even angrier as she cleaned. These things seemed to be deliberately mocking her, as if telling her that she was a joke in Song Qingpei’s eyes.
The Admiral had never felt so aggrieved—forcing down a chest full of rage, still having to squat down herself to gather these messy things, secretly vowing never to do such stupid things again.
On the other side, Song Qingpei knew that right now Ming Yu must be fuming with shame and anger, and probably wouldn’t have the face to appear before her for a while. So she happily enjoyed the peace, softly coaxing Song Song to sleep.
“Sweetheart, it’s time to sleep.”
But Song Song blinked those watery big eyes and said with anticipation, “Mama, I want Mommy to sleep with me.”
This was a bit difficult. She didn’t want to provoke Ming Yu at this moment, so she could only hoodwink the little one.
So she quickly explained to Song Song with a smile, “Mommy was so tired from work today. How about we give Mommy a day off? Just the two of us will sleep tonight. Mama will stay with you—I promise you’ll sleep soundly.”
Song Song tilted her head and thought for a moment, then asked curiously, “Mama, then have you and Mommy made up?”
Song Qingpei paused when she heard this question.
Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to yesterday’s drunken Ming Yu.
At that time, Ming Yu was like the Mengmeng she knew before—the two seemed to be slowly overlapping, and it seemed she could gradually treat them as one person. Also, from their interactions during this period, Ming Yu seemed to have indeed changed a lot. She wasn’t as hateful and resistant as before; otherwise, her pheromones wouldn’t have been so easily drawn out.
They had now entered a new adjustment period. As for the final outcome, they would have to wait for time to verify.
Thinking of this, Song Qingpei looked at the innocent and naive Song Song. Although Song Song was still young, looking at Ming Yu’s family environment, and thinking about the suffering Ming Yu endured as a child…
She felt that in this family, keeping things hidden from Song Song might not be a good thing. So she decided to tell the truth, “Mm… a little better than before, but not completely made up yet. We’re still slowly getting along. Maybe it will stay the same as now, or maybe in the future we’ll live separately… but no matter what, we’ll still love Song Song just like we do now.”
Song Qingpei tried to say it as gently as possible.
But when she turned her head, she found that Song Song was already breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.
The little one’s lips still held a faint smile—she didn’t know what fun things she was dreaming about.
Song Qingpei smiled helplessly. After gently tucking in the covers for Song Song, she kissed her forehead, then quietly got up and returned to her own room.
On the other side, Ming Yu finally found another box and packed away that pile of things that troubled her. She sealed the box tightly with tape and pushed it into the corner of the room.
She planned to have someone find a place to “destroy the evidence” the next day—out of sight, out of mind.
After cleaning up, she went to take a shower.
Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, falling over her body, but her mood couldn’t relax no matter what.
Thinking of that teasing look Song Qingpei had just given her, it was like a fire burning in her heart.
“Hmph, why laugh at me! Your own susceptible period came too, didn’t it?”
Ming Yu muttered while vigorously scrubbing her hair. After coming out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe with her hair still dripping water, she stood in the room, her eyes occasionally glancing at the door, her heart conflicted.
Following her usual habit, she should be going to find Song Qingpei at this time, but thinking of Song Qingpei’s attitude, her anger flared up again.
She absolutely wouldn’t go find her!
She got into bed, trying to make herself sleep, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
Going to find Song Qingpei every day these past few days—seemed like it had really become a habit.
She kept turning in bed, muttering, “Damn it, does Song Qingpei really feel nothing during her susceptible period? Even sending a message, or finding an excuse!”
The more she thought, the angrier she got, but she really couldn’t sleep—it felt like a cat scratching at her heart.
She couldn’t go find her—she absolutely wouldn’t be humiliated by her again!
Ming Yu tightly gripped the blanket, telling her light-terminal to play music for immersive sleep. However…
Half an hour later, the Admiral still appeared at Song Qingpei’s door.
She knocked once. No one opened it.
Luckily the door wasn’t locked.
She opened it, and by the dim light, saw Song Qingpei sleeping deeply.
Ming Yu’s anger flared even more. She walked to the bedside in a few steps, reached out and pulled off Song Qingpei’s blanket, then yanked her to the floor.
Song Qingpei climbed up from the floor with a dazed face, her sleepy eyes full of shock.
“Mengmeng, what, what’s wrong?”
Subconsciously she had called her Mengmeng! Ming Yu’s heart felt even more blocked up, her voice trembling slightly from anger.
“Song Qingpei! If I don’t come find you, will you never come find me on your own?”
“And, don’t call me Mengmeng anymore! I don’t like it!”
Song Qingpei was so angry she laughed—eating your own vinegar?
She couldn’t help retorting, “I go find you? You’d just think I’m deliberately laughing at you again! Every time you get angry from embarrassment, you give me nothing but cold sarcasm—am I supposed to go looking for trouble?”
When Ming Yu heard this, it was like her tail had been stepped on—she instantly flared up.
“I use cold sarcasm? What about you? Before, in the hospital, were those words you said pleasant? Something like Admiral, when your heat comes you’re still so thirsty—was that pleasant to say?”
Her chest heaved violently from anger, her breathing becoming rapid.
Song Qingpei didn’t expect Ming Yu to start bringing up old scores. Fine—what she did was far more excessive than Ming Yu! Bringing up old accounts—who was afraid of whom?
Song Qingpei didn’t indulge her either and started firing back:
“You’re still holding onto that? What about you—what was that attitude after you recovered your memory?”
“Saying I’m not worthy to mark you, even less worthy to let you bear children—did you forget those words?”
“How heartless you were then—don’t complain that my words are harsh now!”
Ming Yu’s face changed slightly, her voice unconsciously weakening, “…Those things are all in the past. And everyone makes mistakes—you should give me a chance to change.”
But Song Qingpei didn’t buy it.
“Change? You call that change? One moment cold as ice to me, the next inexplicably enthusiastic—summoned at will, dismissed at will—what do you take me for?”
Ming Yu opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but found her throat seemed blocked by something.
Just as Song Qingpei opened her mouth to say something more, Ming Yu really didn’t want to have her heart stabbed again—she suddenly rushed over, pinned Song Qingpei down, and blocked Song Qingpei’s mouth with her own lips.
Song Qingpei was so startled by this sudden kiss that she forgot to react.
But before she could respond, that familiar Omega pheromone came flooding like a tide, easily hooking her own pheromones that were already on the edge of her susceptible period.
In an instant, an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air.
Their breathing intertwined, becoming more and more rapid.
Song Qingpei’s hands subconsciously grabbed Ming Yu’s shoulders—she could feel the scorching temperature coming from Ming Yu’s body.
However, just as this ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak, Song Qingpei’s rationality seemed to be awakened by a basin of cold water—clearly they had just been arguing, how did they inexplicably reach this point?
She suddenly came to her senses and pushed Ming Yu away with both hands.
Ming Yu looked at Song Qingpei with unwillingness, her eyes still holding undissipated desire and confusion.
Song Qingpei took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing. She turned to take out the prepared inhibitor from the bedside cabinet and injected herself.
“One slap, one date1—is the Admiral training a dog here?”
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