The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 25.1

The moment Ming Yu returned to her room and closed the door, it felt as if all strength had been drained from her body.

Leaning against the door, she slowly slid down to sit on the floor. Her mind kept replaying the scene of Song Qingpei giving her a blood transfusion those indifferent eyes, that evasive posture, even unwilling to touch her.

With her self-control, she hadn’t fallen to the point of needing Song Qingpei’s blood to suppress her pheromones.

She knew very well that the reason she had gone to Song Qingpei’s room was merely to seize the opportunity, to try and soften her heart, to bring their relationship a step closer. What she couldn’t accept, however, was that Song Qingpei would rather help her in this way than touch her even once. This blatant aversion was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into her heart, leaving her in so much pain she could hardly breathe.

“Do you really hate me this much?”

Never before had she been so acutely aware that Song Qingpei’s disgust for her had reached such an extent.

Ming Yu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart.

Yet, no matter how hard she tried, the feelings of shame and heartache lingered like a shadow, refusing to fade.

She stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open, letting the night breeze brush against her cheeks. The cold air sobered her slightly, but it also made her feel the emptiness in her heart more clearly.

That night, Ming Yu tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Song Qingpei’s face kept surfacing in her mind that cold, distant face, those eyes that no longer held even a trace of tenderness for her. Each time she recalled it, her heart ached even more.

It wasn’t until the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon that she finally managed to close her eyes and sleep briefly.

Early the next morning, Li Man hurried over.

As soon as she entered, she saw Song Qingpei accompanying Song Song at the dining table, having breakfast.

Song Song sat in a child’s chair, clumsily scooping porridge into her mouth with a small spoon. Song Qingpei sat beside her, her expression gentle, occasionally wiping the corners of Song Song’s mouth.

“Good morning, Miss Song,” Li Man greeted as she approached.

Song Qingpei looked up and, seeing it was Li Man, smiled. “Good morning, Dr. Li.”

Li Man glanced at Song Song and asked with a smile, “Is Song Song going to school later?”

Song Qingpei hummed in agreement. “I’ll take her in a little while.”

Li Man nodded, then adopted a serious tone. “How was General Ming’s condition yesterday?”

Recalling the events of the previous night, Song Qingpei felt rather awkward and wasn’t sure where to begin.

She set down her spoon, organizing her thoughts before explaining, “Last night, her heat suddenly flared up, and she came to my room. The situation seemed quite dangerous, so I gave her a blood transfusion to stabilize her for the time being. She should be fine now, but she hasn’t come out yet.”

Hearing this, Li Man couldn’t help but sigh. “With General Ming’s pride, I’m afraid she won’t be able to accept this kind of help.”

Song Qingpei didn’t respond, merely lowering her head to continue wiping Song Song’s mouth.

In truth, thinking back to Ming Yu’s grim expression when she left, she could probably guess that someone as proud as Ming Yu had indeed had her self-esteem wounded, which was why she hadn’t emerged yet. And since Song Qingpei didn’t want to face Ming Yu either, she had wisely woken Song Song up early, preparing to avoid an awkward encounter for the time being.

Seeing her prolonged silence, he felt it inappropriate to say more and could only reply, “Then I’ll go upstairs first to check on the General.”

Li Man went upstairs and gently knocked on Ming Yu’s door.

A low “Come in” came from inside. She pushed the door open and saw that Ming Yu was already up, putting on her military uniform. Her movements were crisp and efficient, her expression cold and stern, as if nothing had happened the night before.

Li Man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, “It seems the blood transfusion was effective. You look much better.”

At the mention of “blood transfusion,” Ming Yu’s face instantly darkened.

Her fingers paused briefly before she continued buttoning her uniform, replying coldly, “I’m fine.”

Sensing the shift in her mood, Li Man quickly changed the subject, “Let me check your condition first.”

Ming Yu did not refuse and allowed Li Man to examine her.

Li Man carefully checked her vital signs and confirmed that her fever period had been temporarily suppressed, though how long it would last required further observation.

“For now, everything seems fine, but you still need to be cautious,” Li Man advised.

Ming Yu nodded and turned to Li Man, saying, “Alright, let’s go downstairs.”

As they descended, they happened to run into Song Qingpei preparing to send Song Song to school.

Seeing Ming Yu, Song Qingpei paused briefly before speaking up, “I’ve given the blood transfusion injections to Butler Su. You can take them with you to the military base, just in case.”

Hearing this, Ming Yu felt a mix of emotions.

Her expression shifted as she looked at Song Qingpei, her throat seemingly blocked by something. In the end, she could only force out a strained, “Thank you.”

Song Qingpei nodded without saying more and left, holding Song Song’s hand.

After they left, Ming Yu and Li Man sat together in the dining room for breakfast.

The atmosphere at the table was heavy and silent.

Ming Yu ate her porridge with her head down, her expression stern, as if deep in thought.

Li Man glanced at her and tentatively asked, “General Ming, are you alright?”

Ming Yu looked up at her and suddenly asked, “Dr. Li, how can I make Song Qingpei mark me voluntarily?”

Li Man was taken aback by the question and let out an awkward laugh, “Well, should I prescribe some medicine for you to give to Miss Song?”

Ming Yu frowned and rejected the idea without hesitation, “No, I want her to do it willingly.”

Li Man immediately felt a headache coming on.

Hesitating for a moment, she cautiously suggested, “With your charm, General, perhaps just being a little gentler would suffice?”

Ming Yu’s frown deepened, “Do you also think I’m too harsh?”

The question made Li Man even more uncomfortable, and she forced a dry laugh, “It’s not that bad. It’s just that Miss Song might prefer a gentler Omega.”

Ming Yu said nothing more and continued eating, her expression growing increasingly somber.

After the meal, Ming Yu got up to leave for the military base.

Li Man walked her to the parking lot, reminded her again to take care of her health, and then got into her own hovercar.

In the car, Li Man thought about Ming Yu’s unexpectedly contrasting behavior and couldn’t help but frown in frustration.

Originally, she had thought that with Ming Yu’s proud nature, she would never take a liking to Song Qingpei, so there had been no urgency regarding Murong Ruixue’s situation. But now, it seemed Ming Yu had already developed feelings for Song Qingpei, which made things complicated.

If Ming Yu were to discover Song Qingpei’s identity, it would be highly detrimental to their plans.

Thinking this, she took out her phone and dialed Murong Ruixue’s number.

The call connected quickly, and Murong Ruixue’s voice came through, addressing her as “Senior Sister.”

“Ruixue, how are things progressing with Song Qingpei?” Li Man asked with a smile.

Murong Ruixue’s voice carried a hint of helplessness: “We get along quite well. She’s very grateful to me, but I haven’t dared to make any moves yet. I’ve tested it she really doesn’t react much to Omega pheromones.”

“Exactly, her pheromones are relatively indifferent. That’s one of the most successful aspects of the experiment on her.”

Li Man chuckled: “But Song Qingpei’s sensitive period should be coming soon. Right now, she absolutely despises Ming Yu. Take advantage of this opportunity to try, she probably prefers gentle Omegas.”

Murong Ruixue fell silent for a moment before replying softly, “I understand.”

After hanging up, Li Man couldn’t help but sigh.

She knew that the relationship between Ming Yu and Song Qingpei was far more complicated than she had imagined. And Ming Yu’s pride might become the biggest obstacle between them or their greatest opportunity.

All they could do was hope that Murong Ruixue would win over Song Qingpei as soon as possible. They urgently needed the next generation’s data.

After hanging up, Murong Ruixue sighed helplessly.

Hesitating for a moment, she stood up, took a pheromone inducer, gritted her teeth, and injected it into her gland. She tossed the used syringe into the waste bin and headed toward the mech maintenance room.

Stopping at the entrance, Murong Ruixue peered inside, her gaze locking onto Song Qingpei, who was debugging a mech in the distance, as if targeting prey.

Song Qingpei was dressed in a dark blue work uniform, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing slender yet sturdy forearms.

Her expression was focused, her long fingers swiftly tapping on the mech’s control panel as if everything around her was irrelevant.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Murong Ruixue’s lips. She knew her opportunity had arrived.

She deliberately slowed her pace and walked in.

Hearing the footsteps, Song Qingpei looked up and greeted her with a smile, “Sister Ruixue, you’re here.”

Murong Ruixue approached her and asked casually, “Qingpei, how’s it going?”

Song Qingpei paused her work and enthusiastically explained her current repair direction. As she spoke excitedly, her expression animated like a child showing off a toy, Murong Ruixue couldn’t help but smile along.

Regardless of anything else, this earnest attitude was something she admired.

Murong Ruixue took the inspection report, carefully reviewed it, and confirmed that the direction was correct. She then praised generously, “Very good, the direction is right. There’s just a minor issue with one performance aspect.”

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