The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 27.1

In the middle of the night, Song Qingpei was jolted awake by a potent wave of pheromones.

Her reaction to pheromones had always been muted, almost never affected by external stimuli. But this time, she felt her body involuntarily heat up, her heart race, and her breathing quicken. A fine sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead.

She shot up in bed, instantly understanding Ming Yu’s heat was back.

“What a pain.”

Song Qingpei couldn’t help but mutter as she reluctantly got up and took a syringe from the nightstand drawer.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the ragged breathing caused by the pheromones, then gritted her teeth, drew her own blood with the syringe, and hurried toward Ming Yu’s room.

Before she even reached the door, the dense scent of Omega pheromones washed over her.

Song Qingpei’s steps faltered slightly, her brow furrowing even deeper.

She felt her heart accelerate again and her body flush with heat, as if an invisible force was tugging at her, trying to pull her into the vortex of pheromones.

She clenched her jaw, fought to steady her mind, and pushed open Ming Yu’s door.

Inside the room, Ming Yu was lying on the bed, her face flushed and her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Her breathing was rapid and erratic. She gripped the bedsheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her lips were bitten raw, a trace of blood seeping from them.

Ming Yu seemed completely unaware of Song Qingpei’s arrival, her eyes squeezed shut and her lower lip caught between her teeth, as if desperately suppressing something.

Song Qingpei approached the bed and looked down at Ming Yu’s condition, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

She reached out, preparing to inject the blood from the syringe into Ming Yu’s glands. However, just as her fingers were about to touch Ming Yu’s skin, Ming Yu’s eyes flew open. She struggled, violently shoving Song Qingpei’s hand away.

“I don’t need your help…”

Ming Yu’s voice was hoarse and weak, laced with a stubborn resistance.

Her gaze was unfocused, but she stared fixedly at Song Qingpei, as if trying to maintain her last shred of dignity.

Irritated by her reaction, Song Qingpei scoffed, “Admiral, now is not the time to cling to your ridiculous pride. In your current state, how much longer do you think you can last?”

Ming Yu’s face grew even paler, a flash of shame and anger in her eyes.

She wanted to struggle again, but her body, tormented by the heat, was weak and powerless. Her chest heaved violently, and her breathing grew more ragged.

Seeing this, Song Qingpei no longer hesitated. She reached out and pressed down on Ming Yu’s shoulders, pinning her firmly to the bed.

The moment her palm touched Ming Yu’s scorching skin, Ming Yu’s body shuddered violently, and a suppressed moan escaped her lips. Her reaction intensified, as if Song Qingpei’s touch was making the pheromones inside her spiral further out of control.

Ming Yu didn’t dare move again. She could only shut her eyes tightly, trying to suppress the craving for Song Qingpei that welled up from deep within.

Her fingers dug into her palms, the nails nearly piercing the skin, but she felt no pain. Her mind was a chaotic mess, the only clear thing being the faint, irresistible scent of Song Qingpei’s pheromones.

Song Qingpei said nothing more and quickly injected the blood from the syringe into Ming Yu’s glands.

As the blood entered her system, Ming Yu’s body gradually calmed, and her breathing steadied.

However, her eyes remained vacant, as if she were utterly exhausted, body and soul, after a fierce battle.

Song Qingpei stood up and glanced down at Ming Yu, a complicated look in her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed the words and turned to leave the room.

Lying in bed, Ming Yu slowly composed herself. By the time she realized it, Song Qingpei had already reached the doorway.

Listening to Song Qingpei’s footsteps fade away, an indescribable emptiness washed over her. She wanted to call out, to say something, but her throat felt as if it were blocked, unable to produce a single sound.

She could only watch helplessly as Song Qingpei’s back disappeared through the door, her heart filled with infinite disappointment.

The next morning, Ming Yu rose early and went downstairs.

Her face was a little pale, and her eyes held a trace of fatigue.

Ming Yu walked into the dining room, only to find that Song Qingpei was long gone, and she had already taken Song Song to kindergarten.

Butler Su approached, holding two cryo-preserved vials of blood, and handed them to Ming Yu. “Admiral, Miss Song asked me to give these to you.”

Ming Yu took the two vials, her fingers trembling slightly. An unspeakable sorrow welled up in her heart.

Did Song Qingpei not even want to see her now? Did she not even have the patience to hand her the blood in person anymore?

She stood frozen in place, replaying the previous night’s events in her mind.

Song Qingpei’s indifferent gaze, her mocking tone, and her unhesitating departure each was like a sharp thorn piercing deep into her heart.

She tried to calm her emotions, but the bitter feeling refused to dissipate.

Early that morning, Song Qingpei drove to the hospital, still concerned about Murong Ruixue’s condition.

She walked into the hospital and went straight to Murong Ruixue’s room, only to find it empty. The bed was neatly made, clearly having been tidied up already.

She paused for a moment, then walked to the nurses’ station to inquire.

“Excuse me, has Miss Murong Ruixue been discharged?” Song Qingpei asked politely.

The nurse looked up at her and nodded. “Yes, Miss Murong completed the discharge procedures this morning.”

Song Qingpei frowned, a little puzzled.

Murong Ruixue’s condition hadn’t been stable yet. Why was she discharged so quickly?

She took out her phone and dialed Murong Ruixue’s number. The call was answered almost immediately.

“Ruixue, why were you discharged? Are you feeling okay?”

On the other end, Murong Ruixue’s voice sounded quite relaxed. “Qingpei, I’m fine now. The doctor also said I could be discharged. Don’t worry, I’m at the company now.”

Song Qingpei breathed a sigh of relief and reminded her, “Then make sure you get plenty of rest. Don’t overwork yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Murong Ruixue chuckled. “There are a few combat mechas here at the company that need maintenance. You should come over too.”

Song Qingpei agreed, “Okay, I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, Song Qingpei drove to the company.

She walked through the main entrance and headed straight for the mecha maintenance workshop.

Inside, Murong Ruixue was standing before a towering combat mecha, holding a diagnostic tool and intently inspecting its various components.

“Ruixue,” Song Qingpei said softly as she approached.

Murong Ruixue turned. Seeing Song Qingpei, a smile spread across her face. “Qingpei, you’re here.”

Song Qingpei walked to her side, her gaze falling on the combat mecha before them.

The mecha was silver-gray all over with sleek lines. Though it showed some wear and tear, it still radiated a sharp, formidable aura. She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch its armor, and the cold sensation sent a slight stir through her heart.

“This mecha was recently retired from the battlefield and needs a full overhaul,” Murong Ruixue explained. “Qingpei, you’ve learned some of the basics of mecha maintenance before. Today, you can try some hands-on work.”

Song Qingpei nodded, a flicker of excitement in her eyes.

She had always been interested in mecha maintenance. Murong Ruixue had explained some basic theory to her before, and she had studied a lot of material on her own. Today, she finally had a chance to try it herself.

Murong Ruixue handed the diagnostic tool to Song Qingpei and pointed to the armor plate on the mecha’s chest. “First, check the energy circuits here and see if there’s any damage.”

Song Qingpei took the instrument and began to inspect it carefully. Though her movements were a bit clumsy, she performed each step with great concentration.

Murong Ruixue stood by, offering pointers from time to time.

“The energy circuits here are a bit aged and need to be replaced,” Song Qingpei said, pointing to the data displayed on the instrument.

Murong Ruixue nodded and gave her an approving look. “Not bad, your observation is very detailed. Next, let’s remove this section of armor plating and replace the old energy circuits.”

The two worked together in perfect sync and quickly removed the armor plate.

Song Qingpei was somewhat awestruck as she looked at the complex internal structure.

She had only ever seen diagrams of a mecha’s construction in manuals. Seeing it with her own eyes, she realized it was far more complex than she had ever imagined.

“Qingpei, try using your mental power to sense the energy flow here,” Murong Ruixue said, pointing to the mecha’s internal energy core.

Song Qingpei nodded, took a deep breath, and placed her hand on the energy core’s sensor.

She closed her eyes and focused her mind, attempting to sense the flow of energy.

However, the instant she released her mental power, she was hit by a strong wave of dizziness, and her body swayed involuntarily.

“Qingpei!” Murong Ruixue noticed something was wrong and quickly steadied her.

Song Qingpei’s face instantly turned pale, and fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She tried to stand firm but found her legs had gone soft, unable to support her body.

“I… I’m fine.” Song Qingpei managed to say, but her voice was so weak it was barely audible.

Murong Ruixue’s brow tightened. She touched Song Qingpei’s forehead and found her body temperature was abnormally low. That, combined with the excessive use of her mental power, had caused her to collapse from exhaustion.

“Don’t push yourself. I’m taking you to the hospital,” Murong Ruixue said, leaving no room for argument as she helped Song Qingpei toward the workshop exit.

Song Qingpei wanted to refuse, but her body wouldn’t obey her at all. She could only let Murong Ruixue support her.

Her consciousness began to fade, the scene before her blurring. All she could hear was Murong Ruixue’s anxious voice.

“Qingpei, hold on. We’re almost at the hospital.”

Song Qingpei wanted to respond but found she didn’t even have the strength to speak.

Murong Ruixue helped Song Qingpei into the car and started it quickly.

As she drove, she kept glancing at Song Qingpei, her eyes filled with worry.

“Qingpei, don’t fall asleep. We’re almost at the hospital,” Murong Ruixue’s voice was laced with anxiety.

Song Qingpei forced her eyes open and looked at Murong Ruixue’s worried profile. She wanted to say something but found she didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand.

The car soon arrived at the hospital. Murong Ruixue quickly got out and helped Song Qingpei into the emergency room.

A doctor immediately examined Song Qingpei and found that she was extremely weak due to excessive blood loss combined with mental power depletion, which had caused her to faint.

“She needs an IV drip immediately to replenish her energy,” the doctor said as he set up the drip for Song Qingpei.

Murong Ruixue stood to the side, looking at Song Qingpei’s pale face, her heart filled with self-reproach. She hadn’t expected Song Qingpei’s physical condition to be so poor. If she had known, she never would have let her participate in the mecha maintenance work.

“Qingpei, I’m sorry. It was my negligence.”

Song Qingpei shook her head and managed a faint smile. “Ruixue, it’s not your fault. I’m the one who wasn’t careful.”

Murong Ruixue sighed and comforted her, “Just get some rest. Don’t think too much.”

Song Qingpei nodded and closed her eyes, feeling exhausted.

She really had been tired lately.

In her office at military headquarters, Ming Yu’s pen glided quickly across documents as she signed approvals.

Her brow was furrowed in concentration, as if she were trying to focus all her attention on the work before her to suppress the tide of heat constantly surging through her body.

Her heat was back.

Although she was used to this cyclical torment, each episode was still difficult to endure.

Ming Yu’s body trembled slightly, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The pen in her hand quivered from the force of her grip. She took a deep breath, trying to even out her breathing, then took a blood-based suppressant from her drawer and unhesitatingly plunged the needle into her own glands.

As the blood was injected, the searing heat gradually subsided, and her breathing calmed.

Ming Yu closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, feeling the turmoil within her slowly settle.

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