The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 27.2

She knew this was only a temporary reprieve. The torment of her heat would continue for a few more days, but she no longer had time to worry about it.

The establishment of the advanced military academy was imminent, and work at headquarters was piling up. She had to deal with these matters as quickly as possible.

Ming Yu sat up straight again, tossed the used syringe aside, and threw herself back into her work.

Around noon, there was a soft knock on her office door.

Ming Yu looked up to see Song Xihan push the door open and walk in.

She was dressed in a sharp military uniform, a faint smile on her face, and she was carrying a lunch box.

“Admiral Ming, you have to eat, no matter how busy you are,” Song Xihan said, walking to Ming Yu’s desk. She placed the lunch box on it, her gaze sweeping over the carelessly discarded blood suppressant on the desk. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

“You’ve started using blood to suppress your heat?” Song Xihan’s tone was incredulous, but it quickly gave way to a knowing smile. “It seems your relationship with Song Qingpei is truly something else.”

Ming Yu frowned and didn’t reply.

She had no desire to discuss her affairs with Song Qingpei and casually swept the syringe into a drawer.

Song Xihan raised an eyebrow, pulled over a chair, and sat down opposite Ming Yu, laying out the dishes from the lunch box.

As she ate, she said nonchalantly, “But I have to remind you, excessive blood drawing can seriously affect an Alpha’s mental power. And Song Qingpei’s profession requires a high degree of mental concentration. You’d better be careful not to drain her dry.”

Ming Yu’s hand paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She had never considered that. Song Qingpei’s profession was a mecha technician, which required extremely high mental power to control and sense a mecha’s energy flow.

If her mental power was damaged due to frequent blood draws, the consequences would be unthinkable.

A wave of guilt washed over her, but she quickly suppressed it.

She lowered her head and continued with the documents in her hand, her tone cool. “I know.”

Seeing this, Song Xihan didn’t press the topic.

She picked up a piece of braised pork, chewed it a few times, and suddenly sighed. “Speaking of which, the Zhan family has been in the spotlight these past few years. With Zhan Nansheng’s father as the President, their prestige in the Federation is at its peak. You’d better be careful in your struggle with Zhan Nansheng.”

Ming Yu’s brow furrowed slightly, and her pen stopped moving. Her gaze turned cold. “No matter how powerful the Zhan family is, they can’t shake the foundation of the military. I will restore the Ming family’s honor. I won’t let them continue to suppress the Ming clan.”

Hearing this, Song Xihan gave a wry smile. “You’re certainly ambitious. It’s a pity I get nagged at home every day, telling me that if I don’t work harder, the Song family will fall into complete decline.”

Ming Yu didn’t respond.

Her thoughts had already flown to Song Qingpei. Song Xihan’s words echoed in her mind: excessive blood drawing can affect mental power. Could it be that something was already wrong with Song Qingpei’s health?

A faint unease stirred in her heart, but she maintained a calm facade.

Seeing her silence, Song Xihan continued on her own. “Speaking of which, what happened to President Rong Cen back then was truly lamentable. If the Zhan family hadn’t interfered, President Rong wouldn’t have died, and our Song family wouldn’t have been pushed out of the military.”

“Watch your words,” Ming Yu suddenly cut her off, her tone icy.

Song Xihan froze, then realized her slip of the tongue and quickly shut her mouth.

The matter of President Rong Cen from twenty years ago was a taboo in the military and the entire Federation. Anyone who brought it up could attract unnecessary trouble.

The atmosphere between them grew heavy, and neither spoke again.

After quickly finishing her meal, Ming Yu made the excuse of having more work to do and sent Song Xihan away.

Once she was gone, Ming Yu immediately picked up her phone and dialed Song Qingpei’s number.

The phone rang a few times before it was finally answered, but the person on the other end was not Song Qingpei, but Murong Ruixue.

“Admiral Ming?” Murong Ruixue’s voice came through the phone, tinged with fatigue.

Ming Yu’s heart sank. Suppressing the rage that surged within her, she asked coldly, “Where is Qingpei?”

Murong Ruixue was silent for a moment before explaining in a low voice, “Qingpei fainted earlier. She just fell asleep. Her body is a bit weak, and she needs to rest.”

Ming Yu’s mind went blank. “Which hospital is she in?” she asked urgently.

Murong Ruixue gave her the hospital’s address. Ming Yu immediately hung up, grabbed her jacket, and rushed out of the office. There was only one thought in her mind get to Song Qingpei’s side immediately.

She sped toward the hospital, her heart in turmoil.

She had never imagined that Song Qingpei would faint from excessive blood loss. She was filled with intense self-reproach and guilt. All these emotions intertwined, making it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.

Ming Yu rushed to the hospital. The moment she pushed open the door to the hospital room, the sight that greeted her was Song Qingpei leaning against the headboard, her face pale, an IV needle in the back of her hand.

Murong Ruixue was sitting by the bed, holding a glass of warm water, carefully helping Song Qingpei take a sip.

Her eyes were full of concern, and the atmosphere between them was warm and intimate, as if no one else could intrude.

Ming Yu’s heart plummeted. Her chest felt as if it were being squeezed by something, making it hard to breathe.

Her steps halted at the doorway, her fingers gripping the doorframe tightly. Her gaze was fixed on Murong Ruixue’s hands, watching her bring the glass to Song Qingpei’s lips, watching her speak gently to Song Qingpei.

In an instant, something in Ming Yu’s mind seemed to explode. Jealousy surged like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fire in her heart, and strode into the room.

Her footsteps sounded exceptionally abrupt in the quiet room. Murong Ruixue and Song Qingpei both looked up at her at the same time.

Song Qingpei’s eyes held a hint of surprise, while Murong Ruixue merely raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curving into a faint smile, as if she had expected Ming Yu to come all along.

“Admiral Ming, what brings you here?” Murong Ruixue’s tone carried a subtle hint of provocation.

Ming Yu ignored her and walked straight to the bedside. She reached out and took the glass of water from Murong Ruixue’s hand, her tone cold. “I’ll take care of her. You can go.”

Murong Ruixue didn’t immediately let go. Instead, she gave Ming Yu a meaningful look and chuckled softly. “Admiral Ming, Qingpei’s body is still very weak. She needs someone to look after her. You’re so busy with work, I’m afraid you won’t have the time, will you?”

Ming Yu’s gaze turned glacial, her tone firm and unyielding. “That’s my business. You don’t need to concern yourself with it.”

Sensing the friction between them, Song Qingpei frowned and said softly, “Ming Yu, I can manage on my own. You don’t have to trouble yourself.”

Her voice was weak but carried a hint of detachment, as if she were deliberately putting distance between herself and Ming Yu.

Ming Yu’s heart sank, and her grip on the glass tightened slightly. “You’re so weak. How can you manage on your own?”

Song Qingpei looked up at her, her eyes full of helplessness and exhaustion. “I’m really fine. You don’t need to trouble yourself.”

Ming Yu was choked by her words, and the anger in her heart flared even hotter.

She didn’t understand why Song Qingpei was always so cold to her, yet could be so close to Murong Ruixue.

Her gaze swept over Murong Ruixue, and seeing the faint, knowing smile on her lips, the jealousy nearly drove her mad.

“Miss Murong, Qingpei has me to take care of her. You can go now,” Ming Yu’s tone was hard, her gaze as sharp as a knife, stabbing straight at Murong Ruixue.

Murong Ruixue chuckled softly, stood up, and said in a gentle tone, “Qingpei, you get some rest then. I’ll come see you again later.”

Song Qingpei nodded and said softly, “Thank you, Ruixue.”

Hearing how she addressed Murong Ruixue, the jealousy in Ming Yu’s heart intensified.

She gripped the water glass so tightly her knuckles turned white, as if she might shatter it at any moment.

When Murong Ruixue turned to leave, she deliberately lowered her voice beside Ming Yu’s ear and whispered, “General Ming, Qingpei’s body can’t withstand rough treatment. You should be gentle with her.”

Ming Yu’s face instantly darkened, the anger inside her nearly boiling over.

She took a deep breath, forcing down her emotions, then turned and sat back down by the bed. Holding the glass to Song Qingpei’s lips, her tone carried a hint of insistence: “Drink.”

Song Qingpei frowned slightly and reached out to take the glass. “I can manage on my own.”

Ming Yu’s hand paused, her voice tinged with suppressed anger. “Do you really dislike the idea of me taking care of you this much?”

“Ming Yu, you don’t have to do this. I’m really fine.”

As she spoke, Song Qingpei gently pushed Ming Yu’s hand aside, took the glass herself, and took a small sip. Her movements were soft yet distant, as if intentionally creating space between them.

Ming Yu’s heart sank heavily, as if gripped by an invisible force, making it hard to breathe.

She inhaled deeply and said quietly, “Song Qingpei, I won’t use your blood anymore.”

Song Qingpei’s movements stilled briefly. She lifted her gaze to Ming Yu, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “Then what will you do during your fever cycle?”

Ming Yu was caught off guard by her question, her voice laced with frustration. “Song Qingpei, do you really despise me that much?”

Despise her so much that even now, she still refused to touch her. Marking her seemed more difficult than taking her own life, and this filled Ming Yu with overwhelming frustration.

Song Qingpei remained silent for a long while, offering no response.

Her evasiveness tormented Ming Yu, who had already laid bare her pride. In a mix of shame and anger, she blurted out, “Song Qingpei, what do I have to do for you to accept me? To be willing to mark me?”

Song Qingpei stayed silent, her eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions.

Her gaze lingered on Ming Yu’s face, as if scrutinizing something or suppressing inner turmoil.

Ming Yu grew uneasy under her stare, her shame and anxiety intertwining until she couldn’t hold back. “Song Qingpei, what will it take for you to mark me? I’ll agree to anything.”

Still, Song Qingpei didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes flickered slightly, as if weighing her options.

After a moment, she finally spoke, her voice low and composed. “Anything?”

Ming Yu’s heart leaped, as if seeing a glimmer of hope. Without hesitation, she nodded. “Yes, anything.”

Song Qingpei’s gaze darkened, and she spoke slowly, her tone probing. “What about Song Song?”

Ming Yu’s expression shifted instantly. “No, not Song Song. That’s my only boundary.”

Song Qingpei shook her head gently, a trace of disappointment in her voice. “Ming Yu, you still don’t understand. Song Song is my only boundary, too.”

Hearing this, Ming Yu grew anxious but refused to give up. “Anything but Song Song. I’ll give you anything else.”

Song Qingpei’s eyes remained fixed on Ming Yu’s face, silent and observant, as if carefully studying every nuance of her expression.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice low and calm: “Ming Yu, I can agree to your terms until you find a way to suppress the pheromones. But you must promise me that no matter who Song Song chooses to stay with in two years, you will allow me to visit her on schedule.”

Hearing her condition, Ming Yu’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected Song Qingpei to already be considering arrangements two years into the future even preparing for the possibility of Song Song staying with her.

At that moment, a wave of intense unease filled her with dread, as if Song Qingpei were drifting further and further away from her.

She didn’t want to agree. She even wanted to tell Song Qingpei that they wouldn’t separate, but considering Song Qingpei’s current attitude, she no longer dared to voice such words lightly.

After hesitating for a moment, Ming Yu had no choice but to grit her teeth and nod. “Fine, I agree.”

With that, the two reached a temporary agreement. The thought of having to maintain a loveless physical relationship against her will made Song Qingpei even more unwilling to look at Ming Yu, and she silently averted her gaze.

The unmistakable disdain in her eyes stung Ming Yu deeply. She stared intently at Song Qingpei, her voice tinged with suppressed anger: “Song Qingpei, can you still come home today?”

To Song Qingpei, those words sounded like an indirect way of asking: “Can you still satisfy me today?”

Since she had already agreed, she saw no reason to continue avoiding the issue. Adopting a composed tone, she replied, “Don’t worry. I can go back after finishing the IV drip. I won’t delay helping you through your heat tonight.”

Ming Yu felt both embarrassed and angered that her concern had been so misinterpreted. Resentfully, she retorted, “Song Qingpei, I’m not that desperate.”

Song Qingpei couldn’t help but remark, “Your words really aren’t convincing at all.”

Ming Yu flushed with embarrassment and irritation, the tips of her ears growing warm.

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