Top-Tier Omega: Chasing Alpha to the Crematorium – Chapter 73
by Little PandaCould She… Be Pregnant?
Seeing her stammer, Song Qingpei stepped forward and asked, “You’re sleeping in this room?”
Ming Yu couldn’t read the emotions on her face. Feeling anxious, she hastily explained, “…I just missed you too much.”
Song Qingpei remained unmoved, merely raising a cold eyebrow. “So… are you going to continue sleeping here?”
“Ah?” Ming Yu was stunned. She hadn’t dared to entertain the extravagant hope that Song Qingpei would let her stay.
Sure enough, the very next moment, Song Qingpei said, “If you’re going to keep sleeping here, then I’ll have Butler Su arrange another room for me…”
“N-no need.”
Ming Yu shot a quick glance at Song Qingpei and hurriedly snatched her pajamas from her hands. With her ears burning red, she walked over to the bed and clumsily gathered her belongings into her arms. Sidestepping around Song Qingpei, she lowered her eyes and said, “Wait a moment, I’ll have Butler Su call someone to clean up right away.”
She hurriedly walked out the door and called loudly for Butler Su.
Hearing her voice, Butler Su rushed over. “Admiral, what are your orders?”
Ming Yu coughed to mask her embarrassment. “Have someone clean up the room.”
Upon hearing Ming Yu’s instructions, Butler Su immediately arranged for two maids to come over and clean the room.
Seeing the maids begin their work, the two of them walked out, one after the other.
Song Qingpei’s expression was calm. She stood outside the door with lowered eyes, her thoughts unreadable.
Ming Yu’s fingers unconsciously gripped the pajamas in her hand. The silk fabric slipped against her fingertips, offering a trace of coolness that failed to conceal the feverish heat of her palms. She watched the servants change the bedsheets; every movement felt like a fresh reminder of her recent embarrassment.
“Butler Su, open the windows to let some air in too,” she instructed.
Hearing this, Song Qingpei cast a faint, almost imperceptible sidelong glance at her.
Ming Yu couldn’t help but think back to last night… and the absurd things she had done lying in Song Qingpei’s bed.
Her ears flushed a shade redder. Terrified that Song Qingpei might notice something, she quickly averted her gaze. Yet she could distinctly feel the weight of the other woman’s stare resting upon her, like an invisible ruler measuring her panic.
Song Qingpei quietly swept a look over her but said nothing.
The two fell into a mutual silence, the corridor lights stretching their shadows long across the floor.
Ming Yu stared at the shadows on the ground that hovered close but never quite touched. Finally unable to hold back, she gathered her courage and spoke. “Qingpei, how about… you go wait in my room for a bit?” She paused, adding cautiously, “I have some things I need to talk to you about.”
Song Qingpei did not respond immediately.
Ming Yu could hear her own rapid heartbeat and couldn’t help but smile bitterly to herself. The current Song Qingpei probably didn’t believe a word she said. She might even… think that because she was in her heat, she was just trying to pull the same old trick to seduce her again.
Terrified of deepening Song Qingpei’s disgust for her, Ming Yu tried to explain, but the words died on her lips. She couldn’t exactly declare in front of all these people that she had absolutely no intention of seducing Song Qingpei right now.
At this thought, Ming Yu’s mind momentarily drifted, and Song Qingpei’s malicious words uncontrollably echoed in her ears: Mark you a few more times, so it will last a little longer…
Ever since she had been ruthlessly tormented by Song Qingpei, her heat indeed hadn’t flared up again until now. This was truly a bit strange. Her heat had previously been uncontrollable, and even after being soothed, it wouldn’t last this long without relapsing.
Ming Yu couldn’t help but frown, thinking she ought to find a doctor to take a look.
The prolonged silence made Ming Yu unable to resist stealing a quiet glance upward, only to crash directly into Song Qingpei’s probing gaze. Her heart grew increasingly tense.
“It’s—it’s about Wu Lan,” she hurriedly added. “There are some things I need to tell you…”
“Alright, let’s go.”
Song Qingpei’s gaze lingered on her face for a long time before she finally nodded in agreement.
Ming Yu let out a breath of profound relief and quickly turned around. The two of them headed to Ming Yu’s bedroom, one following the other.
The bedroom door gently closed behind them with a soft click.
“What is it? Speak,” Song Qingpei said, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at her.
Ming Yu looked at Song Qingpei, sensing the other woman’s cold attitude. She slowly spoke, her voice drier than she had imagined. “Qingpei, I am truly sorry. I really won’t lie to you ever again…”
“Get to the point,” Song Qingpei interrupted her, her tone placid.
Seeing her strictly businesslike attitude, Ming Yu had no choice but to suppress all the bitter sorrow in her heart and detail the matter of Wu Lan’s arrest. When she mentioned the potential threat Zhan Li posed to her, her voice filled with worry. “Qingpei, Chen Duo is now temporarily acting as the Director of the Federation Bureau of Investigation. He is a newly promoted confidant of Zhan Li… I’m worried he will move against you.”
“Qingpei, could you please hold off on going to work for now?”
“I don’t want to restrict your freedom. I’m just worried about you. Please believe me…”
At this point, Ming Yu suddenly choked on her words.
Gazing at Song Qingpei standing a short distance away, she dazedly felt as though she were seeing the memory of the two of them embracing after she had learned her grandmother had placed a Mental Imprint on her. It formed a stark, agonizing contrast with the suspicion and hurt between them now.
Song Qingpei stared at her quietly; time seemed to freeze.
With reddened eyes, Ming Yu looked like a prisoner awaiting a sentence, her voice bordering on a plea. “Qingpei, will you trust me just one more time? I really won’t deceive you anymore!”
“I already said I trust you.”
That single, simple sentence brought a surge of heat to Ming Yu’s eyes.
“But only for one week,” Song Qingpei added. “In a week, regardless of the outcome, I will leave here.”
Ming Yu feigned composure, but she couldn’t stop her fingertips from trembling. “Okay… I won’t let you down again.”
Just then, Butler Su’s voice called out from beyond the door. “Admiral, the room has been cleaned.”
Song Qingpei said no more, turning around and walking away.
In the dead of night, Song Qingpei lay on her freshly made bed, completely devoid of sleep.
She repeatedly stroked that data chip, its icy touch reminding her of Ming Yu’s trembling fingers when she handed it over.
Can I really trust her? Song Qingpei silently asked herself.
She hesitated for a moment, then rolled over and fished out her communicator, attempting once more to contact that mysterious contact’s number. Yet, there was still no response.
Suddenly, she recalled the tone the mysterious person used when sending messages—
That carelessly indifferent demeanor… it seemed to closely resemble someone in her memories…
At this realization, Song Qingpei couldn’t help but pale.
At the same time, in the master bedroom, Ming Yu was similarly tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind entirely consumed by Song Qingpei’s expression when she had declared she would leave in a week. Even though she had verbally agreed, Ming Yu couldn’t shake the feeling that Qingpei didn’t truly believe her.
But no matter what, this time, she absolutely could not let her down again.
Ming Yu fought back the bitter ache in her heart. Suddenly, she felt a wave of churning nausea in her stomach. She curled her body up slightly, unable to tell whether it was a flare-up of an old stomach issue or the physical manifestation of her heartache.
It took a long time before she fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, sunlight poured through the dining room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding everything in a warm gold.
Song Song sat between the two of them, her little face brimming with uncontainable joy. She peeked at her Mama on the left, then at her Mommy on the right, her eyes shining bright as stars.
“Mommy, your dark circles are so heavy,” Song Song said, reaching out a tiny hand to gently touch Ming Yu’s eyelid. “Did you not sleep well?”
Ming Yu gently grasped her daughter’s soft little hand and said tenderly, “Mommy is fine.”
Her gaze unconsciously drifted toward Song Qingpei across the table. The latter was focused on peeling shrimp for Song Song, her long, slender fingers deftly removing the shells. Her concentrated movements were so captivating that one couldn’t look away.
“The shrimp Mama peels are the yummiest!” Song Song happily announced, her little feet dangling and swinging beneath her chair.
Suddenly remembering something, Song Song pushed the Seafood Congee in front of her toward Ming Yu like she was presenting a treasure. “Mommy, drink some congee! Grandma Su said this was boiled using the freshest shrimp!”
Just as Ming Yu picked up the bowl, a faint fishy smell violently rushed into her nasal cavity.
She suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth, her face turning deathly pale. A violently churning sensation erupted in her stomach without warning. Before she even had time to speak, she dashed toward the washroom.
Ming Yu braced herself against the sink, vomiting in a thoroughly wretched state.
She hunched over, the roiling nausea washing over her in wave after wave, yet she could only bring up sour bile. The stray hairs across her forehead were drenched in cold sweat, clinging to her pallid cheeks.
Only after a long while did she slowly straighten up and splash cold water onto her face.
The person in the mirror had bloodshot eyes and ashen lips; her entire being exuded a frail, sickly air.
“Here.”
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind her. Ming Yu turned her head to see Song Qingpei standing at the washroom door, though she had no idea when the other woman had arrived. She held a glass of warm water in her hand. Ming Yu quickly reached out to take it, her fingertips accidentally brushing against Song Qingpei’s hand. The warm contact sent a comforting heat straight to her heart.
“Thank you,” Ming Yu said softly. She lowered her head and took a sip of the water. The warm liquid slid down her burning throat, slightly easing the discomfort.
Song Qingpei furrowed her brows as she looked at her. “Why are you throwing up so badly?”
“It might be… a bad stomach,” Ming Yu managed to force a smile. “There’s been a lot going on at the military academy lately, so my diet hasn’t been very regular.”
The two walked back into the dining room, one behind the other.
Song Song looked at Ming Yu with worry. “Is Mommy still feeling sick? Should we call a doctor?”
“Song Song, Mommy is fine.” Ming Yu patted her daughter’s head, but when she caught another whiff of the Seafood Congee’s fishy odor, she felt another wave of nausea. Suppressing the discomfort, she said to Butler Su, “Swap this for something lighter.”
Butler Su hurriedly had someone remove the Seafood Congee and replace it with plain congee and side dishes.
Ming Yu sat down and forced herself to take a few bites of the plain congee, but it tasted like ash in her mouth.
“I’m full.” Ming Yu set down her chopsticks. “Song Song, be good and eat your food. Mommy is going to go to work now.”
She hurriedly left the dining room, missing the deeply probing expression on Song Qingpei’s face behind her.
Song Qingpei stared at Ming Yu’s barely touched breakfast, then thought back to the way she had been throwing up moments ago. Her brow knitted tightly together.
“Mama?” Song Song called out in concern. “Is Mommy going to be okay?”
Song Qingpei finally snapped back to reality. Reining in her expression, she offered a soothing smile. “She’s fine. Hurry and eat. I’ll take you to the kindergarten in a bit.”
Meanwhile, Ming Yu had already gotten into a hover car headed for the military academy.
She leaned back against the seat and exhaustedly closed her eyes, her stomach still feeling deeply unsettled.
The hover car hit a bump, and Ming Yu felt another surge of nausea.
Her hand unconsciously drifted up to massage her stomach. Frowning as she looked down, her gaze inadvertently landed on her lower abdomen. As if suddenly realizing something, her fingers violently recoiled as though they had been burned.
It couldn’t be… It’s probably just an upset stomach.
She tried to comfort herself, yet she couldn’t stop thinking about that chaotic night—the ferocious strength with which Song Qingpei had bitten her nape, completely marking her…
Ming Yu bit her lip, silently calculating the dates in her head. Her face grew paler and paler.
Could she… be pregnant?
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