The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 26.2

She took a sharp breath, her breathing gradually becoming labored, her body swaying slightly as if she might collapse at any moment.

“Qingpei, I feel a bit dizzy.”

Murong Ruixue suddenly clutched her chest, her voice weak.

Hearing this, Song Qingpei quickly ended the call and rushed over, asking with concern, “What’s wrong?”

Murong Ruixue didn’t answer. Instead, her body went limp, and she slumped directly toward Song Qingpei.

Song Qingpei reacted swiftly, immediately standing up and reaching out to steady her. Murong Ruixue leaned into Song Qingpei’s embrace, her cheek resting against her shoulder, her breathing somewhat hurried.

“Ruixue-jie, are you okay?” Song Qingpei’s voice was filled with anxiety.

Murong Ruixue nestled in Song Qingpei’s arms, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips as she spoke weakly, ” I feel so hot…”

She lifted her head, her gaze dazed, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

A faint scent of pheromones lingered in the air, growing from subtle to intense, quickly saturating the surroundings.

Coupled with such close contact, Song Qingpei felt even more uncomfortable. Yet, with Murong Ruixue looking so fragile and unsteady, she couldn’t just push her away, leaving her in a dilemma.

Murong Ruixue’s voice carried a hint of helplessness as she said, “Qingpei, I… I think my heat cycle is starting again.”

Song Qingpei forced herself to remain calm, laying Murong Ruixue down on the bed before standing up and saying, “I’ll go call a doctor.”

“N-No need to call a doctor, right?” Murong Ruixue struggled to grab her arm, insisting, “I just took a suppressant not long ago. I can handle it.”

Song Qingpei glanced at her, hesitating. “Are you sure? Maybe it’s better to have a doctor check on you.”

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Murong Ruixue didn’t press further and allowed her to call the doctor.

After the doctor arrived and examined her, he administered another dose of suppressant. Only then did Murong Ruixue gradually calm down.

During this time, Song Qingpei’s phone rang several times, but she was too busy finding the doctor to answer.

It wasn’t until everything was settled that she finally picked up what must have been Ming Yu’s umpteenth call.

On the other end, Ming Yu’s voice was laced with barely suppressed anger, firing off questions like a rapid-fire crossbow: “Why aren’t you answering your phone? Where are you? When are you coming back?”

Song Qingpei paused for a moment before replying, “I might be back very late tonight. You take good care of Song Song.”

Ming Yu’s heart sank, her throat feeling as if something were stuck. It took her a while to force out the words, “Who are you with?”

“Murong Ruixue,” Song Qingpei explained truthfully. “She’s in the hospital, and there’s no one else with her. I’m staying to keep an eye on her condition.”

Hearing this, Ming Yu was so furious she nearly threw her phone.

There were so many things she wanted to ask, but in the end, all that came out was a weak, “I see.”

Ming Yu sat at the dining table, the flickering candlelight casting a faintly tense expression on her face.

The table was adorned with an array of exquisite dishes, each one appealing in color, aroma, and taste. The fragrant scent filled the air, as if wrapping the cozy evening in a sweet embrace.

Yet, her hopeful heart had turned completely cold after that phone call.

Her fingers unconsciously traced the tablecloth, her gaze icy enough to freeze someone to death.

Song Song sat across from her, clutching a small spoon, blinking her big eyes as she asked innocently, “Mommy, is Mama not coming back?”

Ming Yu snapped out of her thoughts, forcing a faint smile as she replied softly, “Mama has something to take care of and might be back later. Let’s eat first, okay?”

Song Song nodded obediently and continued eating.

Looking at her daughter’s innocent little face, Ming Yu felt a slight sense of comfort, but the lingering restlessness and unease still weighed heavily on her heart.

After dinner, Ming Yu spent some time playing with Song Song.

Until the little one was overcome with drowsiness, rubbing her eyes and saying, “Mommy, I’m sleepy.”

Ming Yu picked her up and said softly, “Alright, Mommy will take you to bed.”

She gave Song Song a bath, carried her to bed, and gently patted her back until Song Song fell into a deep sleep.

Ming Yu sat by the bed, watching Song Song’s peaceful sleeping face, but her own heart was anything but calm. She imitated Qingpei’s gesture and lightly kissed Song Song’s forehead before rising and leaving the room.

Back in the living room, Ming Yu sat on the sofa, her gaze fixed blankly on the time displayed on her light brain.

As the seconds ticked by, her mood grew heavier.

Images of Qingpei and Murong Ruixue together kept surfacing in her mind, and the jealousy in her heart nearly overwhelmed her. She couldn’t help but let her thoughts run wild: What were Qingpei and Murong Ruixue doing? Why would Qingpei rather spend time with a superior than come home?

Ming Yu’s fists clenched tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the uncontrollable bitterness made it hard for her to breathe.

Late into the night, footsteps finally sounded outside the door. Ming Yu abruptly looked up, her eyes fixed intently on the entrance.

Qingpei pushed the door open and, seeing Ming Yu sitting on the sofa, was clearly startled.

“Ming Yu, why are you still awake?”

Ming Yu stared at her with a heavy gaze, her voice low and restrained. “I was waiting for you.”

Qingpei paused, confused. “Waiting for me? Why?”

Infuriated by her nonchalant attitude, Ming Yu felt a tightness in her chest and couldn’t help but ask in an accusatory tone, “Why are you back so late?”

“I already told you, Murong Ruixue was hospitalized, and I was taking care of her for a while.”

Hearing this, Ming Yu’s fists clenched even tighter.

She stood up abruptly, walked over to Qingpei, and glared at her with a sharp, knife-like intensity. “Is a job really worth currying favor with your superior like this? So much so that you don’t even come home this late?”

Qingpei’s frown deepened at her words.

She looked up, meeting Ming Yu’s eyes directly, her tone clearly displeased. “Ming Yu, what do you mean by that? My work is very important to me, and I don’t appreciate you looking down on it like this.”

“Work?” Ming Yu let out a cold laugh, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Are you sure it’s just work, and not an excuse to spend time with your ‘superior’?”

Qingpei’s expression darkened instantly, a hint of anger in her voice. “Ming Yu, what are you implying? Murong Ruixue is my superior and also my friend. She’s sick, so it’s only natural for me to accompany her. What gives you the right to question me like this?”

Ming Yu’s anger flared instantly. She leaned in abruptly, her nose almost touching Qingpei’s face.

A familiar yet unfamiliar scent of Omega pheromones washed over her.

That scent again in an instant, old memories stirred awake in Ming Yu’s mind.

So, it had been that early.

Her eyes locked fiercely onto Qingpei’s, her voice low and icy. “Friends? Qingpei, are you sure you’re just friends?”

Startled by her sudden move, Qingpei frowned. “Ming Yu, what exactly are you trying to say?”

“What do you think I want to say?” A cold smile curled at the corner of Ming Yu’s lips, her voice dripping with thick jealousy. “Song Qingpei, did you really think I wouldn’t notice the scent of Omega pheromones all over you?

Song Qingpei was momentarily stunned. The scent of an Omega, it must have been left by Murong Ruixue. There was nothing shameful about it, and she didn’t think she owed Ming Yu any explanation.

Faced with Ming Yu’s overwhelming anger, she replied indifferently, “So what?”

So what?

That simple, indifferent retort nearly burned away all of Ming Yu’s rationality.

She couldn’t help but grip Song Qingpei’s shoulders tightly, her voice low and suppressed, as if forced from the depths of her throat. “Song Qingpei, are you really in such a hurry to find someone new?”

Confronted with such a ridiculous accusation, Song Qingpei couldn’t hold back a sarcastic remark. “Ming Yu, don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

Ming Yu’s face instantly turned pale. Her fists clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms.

Her gaze fixed intently on Song Qingpei, her voice low and strained. “Yes, I am jealous. Song Qingpei, I can’t stand you being good to others, I can’t stand the scent of someone else on you!”

Song Qingpei was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Ming Yu to admit it so directly.

A flicker of complex emotions passed through her eyes but was quickly replaced by reason.

She remembered Ming Yu’s disdain for her, the cold threats: “Song Qingpei, you’re not worthy of marking me, let alone having me bear your daughter. Let’s pretend this never happened. I’ll take our daughter and leave. Don’t keep clinging to me, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Time and again, Ming Yu had warned her to keep her mouth shut, not to speak recklessly about their relationship.

Even when clarifying the news, Ming Yu had insisted publicly that she was not some inferior Alpha but a mecha maintenance technician. From start to finish, Ming Yu had never accepted who she once was. She had consistently denied the past that Song Qingpei cherished, even treating it as a disgrace.

And now, Ming Yu had the audacity to claim she was jealous? Song Qingpei was almost amused by her shamelessness. She wasn’t a fool, there was no way she’d believe such nonsense.

She let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Ming Yu, stop joking around, will you?”

Ming Yu’s face turned pale again, her lips trembling slightly. “I’m serious. I… I love you.”

Song Qingpei looked at her coldly, her tone rational and detached. “Ming Yu, stop deceiving yourself. You have no idea what love is. You’re just unwilling to accept rejection. You don’t love me.”

Ming Yu stared at her in shock, trying to prove something.

But the words stuck in her throat, and she could only weakly repeat, “Song Qingpei, you have to believe me. I really do love you, I truly…”

“Enough.” Song Qingpei cut her off, unable to bear it any longer. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you my blood. Just stop disgusting me, alright?”

With that, she didn’t even want to look at Ming Yu and turned to leave.

Ming Yu watched Song Qingpei’s resolute back, a sharp pain piercing her heart.

She reached out, trying to grab Song Qingpei’s wrist, but the other woman shook her off without mercy.

“Song Qingpei, let me explain.” Ming Yu’s voice was filled with pleading.

Song Qingpei stopped in her tracks, her voice as cold as ice. “Explain? Ming Yu, what is there left to explain? You only came to me because your pheromones are unstable. You don’t care about my feelings, you just need my blood to stabilize your heat cycle.”

Ming Yu’s heart sank abruptly, as if pierced by a sharp blade.

She hurried forward, attempting to approach Song Qingpei again, but was forced back by the other’s icy gaze.

“I’m not doing this for the blood.” Ming Yu’s voice lowered, tinged with helplessness. “I truly care about you.”

Song Qingpei looked at her, eyes filled with mockery. “Care about me? Is your so-called care erasing everything from the past without hesitation after regaining your memories? Is it threatening to take Song Song away when I longed most for a family? Is your so-called care repeatedly ordering me to mark you in humiliating ways when I was unwilling?”

Ming Yu’s face instantly turned pale. She had no rebuttal to Song Qingpei’s words.

She lowered her head, her voice carrying a hint of remorse. “I… I know I was wrong. Give me a chance, alright? I’ll change.”

A flicker of complex emotion passed through Song Qingpei’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by rationality.

She turned around, her back to Ming Yu, her voice cold and firm. “Ming Yu, some wounds cannot be healed, just as human nature cannot be changed. The chasm between us is insurmountable. I can understand your choices, but I only hope you won’t resort to such despicable means to achieve your goals. It only makes me look down on you.”

Ultimately, she simply didn’t believe Ming Yu’s nonsense about loving her.

It wasn’t as if she had never been loved before, the old Ming Yu no, her late wife hadn’t loved her like this. The more she thought about it, the more bitter Song Qingpei felt, and the more she found Ming Yu unbearable.

She didn’t want to say another word to her. Turning around, she went upstairs.

Ming Yu stood in place, watching Song Qingpei’s retreating figure, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness.

As if speaking to herself, she murmured, “Song Qingpei, I won’t give up.”

Song Qingpei offered no response, silently entering the bedroom and closing the door behind her.

Ming Yu remained where she was, unmoving for a long time.

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