The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 30.1

The Alpha pheromones belonging to her instantly filled the room.

Song Qingpei, having lost all reason, suddenly pressed down on Ming Yu’s shoulders, turning defense into offense, and pinned her fiercely onto the bed. Like a mother wolf driven to the brink, she finally bared her fangs.

Since regaining her memories, Ming Yu had never felt Song Qingpei’s pheromones fluctuate so intensely. Instead, she was further stimulated, her own Omega pheromones instantly overflowing and growing even more potent.

Instinctively, she clung to Song Qingpei, rubbing against her in an attempt to seek comfort.

Shameful words spilled uncontrollably from her lips, “Hold me!”

Accompanied by those sticky, pleading words, Song Qingpei lost all reason and pressed Ming Yu beneath her.

Ming Yu’s body trembled slightly in Song Qingpei’s embrace, her fingers gripping Song Qingpei’s shoulders tightly. Kisses landed on the side of her neck, carrying an irresistible heat that made Ming Yu’s heart race and her breathing grow rapid.

Her mind was in chaos, her rationality gradually crumbling under the assault of desire, leaving only a desperate longing for Song Qingpei.

“Qingpei!” Ming Yu’s voice was hoarse and soft, “Mark me,mark me completely.”

Her voice seemed to carry a certain magic, making Song Qingpei unable to resist planting fervent kisses on Ming Yu’s lips, collarbone, and the hollow of her neck, moving slowly downward.

Ming Yu trembled beneath her, her body nearly melting into a puddle of spring water. The pleasure, so deep it felt bone-deep, made it almost impossible for her to suppress her moans. “Mmm, ah!”

She clung tightly to Song Qingpei’s neck as if holding onto a lifeline, her husky voice trembling with unconcealed emotion: “Qingpei, I want you, I want to belong to you completely.”

As Ming Yu tore at her clothes, Song Qingpei couldn’t help but open her eyes to look at her.

The person beneath her was disheveled, cheeks flushed, the corners of her eyes narrowed in intoxication. Yet, in those pupils, Song Qingpei saw her own reflection, equally lost in desire.

What was she doing?

How had she become entangled with Ming Yu again like this? How would she face herself once she regained her senses?

At the final moment, a flicker of reason seemed to awaken in Song Qingpei. She abruptly stopped, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes before her rationality fully returned.

She pushed Ming Yu away, staggering to her feet, and rushed to the bedside table.

Gasping for breath, Song Qingpei took out an inhibitor and, without hesitation, injected it into her body.

In an instant, the cool liquid caused her already faint pheromones to dissipate completely.

Ming Yu, suddenly deprived of comfort, stared at her actions in disbelief, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.

She blinked in confusion, “What are you doing?”

At this moment, Song Qingpei had long lost her usual composure. After all, this time she had genuinely been driven by desire. To claim it was all Ming Yu’s doing would be utterly unconvincing.

She averted her gaze, refusing to look at Ming Yu, and said softly, “I can comfort you, but I can’t mark you completely.”

Hearing this, Ming Yu felt as if she had been left hanging mid-air, unbearably uncomfortable. Her rationality had long since dwindled to almost nothing, and she nearly broke down as she demanded, “Why? What exactly do you want me to do?”

Song Qingpei explained helplessly, “We no longer have any feelings for each other. I don’t want to keep making the same mistake.”

A flicker of anger flashed in Ming Yu’s eyes as she retorted indignantly, “I understand my own heart now, I care about you!”

Having regained her composure, Song Qingpei said firmly, “No, you’re just unwilling to accept it, combined with the influence of pheromones. Ask yourself, can you truly accept everything that happened after your amnesia?”

Ming Yu fell silent.

Watching her silence, Song Qingpei felt a pang of pain in her heart.

She took a deep breath and said calmly, “We’ve never truly seen each other as equals. After your amnesia, you had no choice but to rely on me, but once you regained your memories, you cast me aside without hesitation. Yet the very things you consider shameful from that time are the days I treasure the most.”

Seeing that Ming Yu remained silent, Song Qingpei smiled bitterly. “You see? We can’t even understand each other’s hearts, how can we talk about love?”

Ming Yu had no rebuttal. She stared blankly at Song Qingpei.

Seeing her like this, Song Qingpei let out a long sigh, her earlier coldness fading. “Ming Yu, I accept your apology. I shouldn’t have deliberately humiliated you before. For Song Song’s sake, let’s just be friends. I’ll also keep my promise to comfort you, but I hope.” Her gaze fell on Ming Yu’s awkwardly revealing lingerie, and with a complicated expression, she picked up a nearby robe and draped it over her shoulders, saying helplessly, “Don’t do such foolish things anymore.”

In an instant, Ming Yu’s shame peaked. She felt like a complete joke.

Pushing Song Qingpei away abruptly, she fled in embarrassment.

Ming Yu rushed into her room, slammed the door shut, and leaned against it, her body trembling slightly.

Her fingers lightly brushed her lips, as if she could still feel Song Qingpei’s warmth.

Suddenly, overwhelming humiliation struck her strong sense of pride, and even her previously intense pheromones subsided. She never imagined that her uncontrollable heat cycle would be forcibly suppressed in such a way.

Furious, Ming Yu tore off the embarrassing lingerie and threw it violently into the trash.

Then she took a shower and lay down on the bed.

But the moment she closed her eyes, Song Qingpei’s words echoed in her ears.

“We no longer have any feelings for each other. I don’t want to keep making the same mistake.”

“Ask yourself, can you truly accept everything that happened after your amnesia?”

“We can’t even understand each other’s hearts, how can we talk about love?”

As she calmed down, she began to seriously ponder Song Qingpei’s words. Yet even after careful consideration, she couldn’t help but scoff.

She didn’t understand why Song Qingpei insisted on dredging up the past, on bringing up old grievances.

Those humiliating memories were indeed something she preferred not to revisit. She resisted weakness and dependence her long experience surviving had taught her that only the strong could control their own destiny.

She had worked so hard to get to where she was now, why should she have to return to the life she had on the garbage planet?

Now that she had the ability to provide a better life and was willing to accept Song Qingpei, why couldn’t they just live happily as a family? Why did they have to nitpick over trivial details?

Ming Yu didn’t understand, nor did she want to.

Stubbornly, she believed it was just a matter of using the wrong approach, which was why she couldn’t get the outcome she wanted from Song Qingpei.

With this thought, she sank into deep contemplation, carefully reviewing everything that had happened.

When they first met, she had tried both coercion and temptation on Song Qingpei. Though Song Qingpei appeared to compromise, she soon began to resist, even slapping her proving that approach was ineffective.

Later, she attempted to show goodwill and ease the tension between them, but Song Qingpei remained clearly unmoved.

Until today, when she went so far as to take the initiative.

At this thought, Ming Yu’s ears flushed slightly, but she keenly noticed something different.

Today, although Song Qingpei had still rejected her, her pheromones had reacted, and her emotions had clearly undergone a significant shift. Even her final words carried a tone of gentleness tinged with pity.

What had changed?

Song Qingpei definitely wasn’t someone swayed by lust otherwise, she wouldn’t have stopped midway.

Ming Yu frowned in thought, and suddenly, a name flashed through her mind.

Mengmeng.

Yes, connecting it with the past Song Qingpei kept mentioning, Ming Yu finally grasped the crux of the matter.

What Song Qingpei truly cared about was the image of that person named Mengmeng from after she had lost her memory.

Thinking of this, Ming Yu couldn’t help but fall into deep reflection.

Since none of these methods could win Song Qingpei back, perhaps it was time to try a different approach.

The next day, when Ming Yu came downstairs, Song Qingpei was already busy in the kitchen.

Song Song sat at the dining table, holding a glass of milk, her little face full of anticipation.

Ming Yu walked over and gently patted Song Song’s head, saying softly, “Good morning, Song Song.”

Song Song looked up, her eyes sparkling, and replied happily, “Good morning, Mommy!”

Hearing the voices, Song Qingpei glanced back at Ming Yu, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Ming Yu’s attitude to remain so gentle after what happened last night.

She averted her gaze and said calmly, “Just a moment, breakfast will be ready soon.”

Ming Yu smiled slightly and walked over to Song Qingpei, asking softly, “What are you making?”

Song Qingpei paused for a moment before replying, “Black tiger fish noodles.”

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Ming Yu’s face, but she quickly regained her composure and even asked, “Is there any for me?”

Faced with such a response, Song Qingpei couldn’t very well say no, so she nodded vaguely.

“Go keep Song Song company. It’ll be ready soon.”

Ming Yu nodded and turned back to the dining table, sitting beside Song Song.

She looked at Song Song, her eyes full of tenderness, and said, “Song Song, how about Mommy taking you to school today?”

Song Song’s eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded happily, “Okay!”

Song Qingpei brought over the breakfast and, overhearing their conversation, showed a hint of confusion in her eyes, but it quickly faded back into calm.

She placed the prepared black tiger fish noodles on the table and said softly, “Let’s eat first.”

The atmosphere at the table was unusually harmonious.

Song Song chattered away nonstop, occasionally making both Ming Yu and Song Qingpei laugh.

Ming Yu gently placed food in Song Song’s bowl while responding tenderly to each of her questions. Song Qingpei ate her breakfast quietly, occasionally glancing at Ming Yu with a complex emotion in her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Ming Yu spoke up, “Qingpei, I’ve thought carefully about what you said last night.”

Song Qingpei’s hand paused slightly, and she smiled, “It’s good that you understand. Let the past stay in the past.”

Ming Yu, who had no intention of letting things slide, didn’t rush to refute this time. Instead, she went along with it and said, “I know you’ve always been bothered by the past. I’ll give you a satisfactory answer.”

Her vague words left Song Qingpei somewhat puzzled. She glanced at Ming Yu, not fully grasping the meaning behind them.

But Ming Yu didn’t elaborate further. Instead, she stood up and looked at Song Song, saying, “Song Song, are you ready? We’re about to leave.”

Song Song jumped up excitedly, ran to Ming Yu’s side, and took her hand. “I’m ready!”

“Qingpei, let’s take Song Song together.”

Song Qingpei, who had assumed Ming Yu would go alone, was taken aback again. But under Song Song’s hopeful gaze, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse and ended up following them out of the house.

Ming Yu and Song Qingpei accompanied Song Song to school, their journey filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.

Sitting in the back seat, Song Song’s little face beamed with happiness as she cooed, “Mom, Mommy, you have to take me together tomorrow too!”

Ming Yu turned around with a smile and gently agreed, “Okay.”

Song Qingpei’s gaze occasionally drifted to the interactions between Ming Yu and Song Song, and her heart softened a little. Although the tension between her and Ming Yu remained, for Song Song’s sake, she was willing to set aside her grievances for the time being.

After dropping off Song Song, Song Qingpei prepared to head to the office alone.

But Ming Yu insisted, “Let me take you.”

Song Qingpei initially wanted to refuse, but considering Ming Yu’s behavior from the previous night and today, she thought Ming Yu had finally come around. In the end, she nodded in agreement.

The two got into the car, and silence quickly filled the space.

Ming Yu’s fingers unconsciously traced the edge of the car window as she occasionally stole glances at Song Qingpei’s profile, trying to decipher something from her expression.

Song Qingpei, on the other hand, focused intently on the scenery outside the window, her face betraying no emotion.

Only the hum of the engine and the occasional rush of wind broke the silence, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Finally, the car came to a stop at the entrance of the company.

Song Qingpei unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out when Ming Yu suddenly spoke up, “Qingpei, I…”

Song Qingpei paused and turned to look at Ming Yu, a hint of confusion in her eyes. “What is it?”

Ming Yu opened her mouth as if to say something but ultimately shook her head and forced a faint smile. “It’s nothing. Be careful on the way.”

Song Qingpei nodded, pushed the car door open, and stepped out.

Ming Yu watched her retreating figure, a wave of indescribable loss washing over her.

She took a deep breath and was about to start the car and leave when she suddenly noticed Song Qingpei stopping in her tracks at the company entrance.

Not far away, a familiar figure was approaching Song Qingpei.

The woman was dressed in sharp professional attire, a bright smile on her face, it was Murong Ruixue.

“Qingpei!”

Murong Ruixue waved cheerfully. Spotting Ming Yu in the car nearby, she exclaimed in surprise, “General Ming brought you here?”

Song Qingpei nodded, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward Ming Yu in the car.

Murong Ruixue followed her gaze and met Ming Yu’s eyes. She waved with a smile as a casual greeting.

Ming Yu forced a faint smile and nodded in return, but a pang of bitterness welled up inside her.

She watched Song Qingpei and Murong Ruixue walk into the company, chatting and laughing, their natural intimacy piercing her eyes like thorns. Once, Song Qingpei had treated her the same way after she lost her memory gentle, considerate, as if there had never been any distance between them.

But now, everything had changed.

With an extremely complicated mood, Ming Yu instructed the driver to head to the military headquarters building.

Once in her office, Ming Yu quickly immersed herself in work, flipping through documents related to the establishment of the advanced military academy.

Before long, Song Xihan entered with a file and said, “Ming Yu, Marshal Lin wants to see you.”

Ming Yu nodded.

Song Xihan reminded her, “It seems Zhan Nansheng has already visited the marshal. Be careful.”

She stood up, straightened her military uniform, and replied calmly, “I understand.”

She left her office, walked down the long corridor, and headed toward Marshal Lin Haiping’s office.

Her steps were steady, her expression composed, as if she were merely preparing for a routine report.

Arriving at the marshal’s office door, Ming Yu knocked lightly.

“Come in,” came Lin Haiping’s deep, authoritative voice from inside.

Ming Yu pushed the door open and saw Lin Haiping seated behind his desk, reviewing documents about the establishment of the advanced military academy. His brow was slightly furrowed, as if he were deep in thought.

“Marshal,” Ming Yu stood before the desk and saluted respectfully.

Lin Haiping looked up, and upon seeing Ming Yu, a faint smile appeared on his face. He gestured to the chair opposite him. “Take a seat.”

Ming Yu sat as instructed, placing her hands on her knees and looking calmly at Lin Haiping.

Lin Haiping set down the documents, interlaced his fingers on the desk, and spoke in a gentle tone, “Ming Yu, the preparations for the advanced military academy are progressing well. You’ve worked hard.”

“It’s my duty,” Ming Yu replied evenly.

Lin Haiping nodded, then shifted the topic. “However, I heard you transferred two of Zhan Nansheng’s key subordinates, Lin Qi and Jiang Ze?”

Ming Yu’s expression remained unchanged, her tone steady. “Yes, Marshal. The establishment of the advanced military academy requires talent from all fields. Lin Qi and Jiang Ze have extensive experience in military training and strategic planning. Their involvement is crucial to the academy’s success.”

Lin Haiping frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness in his voice. “Ming Yu, I understand your reasoning. But Zhan Nansheng has raised strong objections. You know her father is the president. If this escalates, it may not be in your best interest.”

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