The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 31.1

Song Qingpei dragged her weary body home and gently pushed open Songsong’s door, finding her daughter sound asleep with a faint smile on her face.

She leaned down to kiss Songsong’s forehead and whispered, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

After quietly closing the door, she stood in the hallway, her gaze involuntarily drifting toward Ming Yu’s room.

The door was shut tight. Assuming Ming Yu was already asleep, Song Qingpei felt an inexplicable sense of relief and turned toward her own room.

However, the moment she pushed the door open and switched on the light, the sight before her left her stunned.

Ming Yu was lying on her bed, covered with her blanket, seemingly asleep.

Song Qingpei stood frozen at the doorway, unsure how to react. She had thought Ming Yu had given up on those troublesome antics, but it seemed things were far from resolved.

“Ming Yu,” Song Qingpei called out helplessly as she approached, gently waking her. “What are you doing here?”

Hearing the voice, Ming Yu slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Song Qingpei standing by the bed, a faint smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Suddenly, she reached out, grabbed Song Qingpei’s wrist, and pulled her onto the bed.

Caught off guard, Song Qingpei fell on top of Ming Yu.

“You!” Song Qingpei tried to struggle free, but Ming Yu wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, refusing to let go.

Ming Yu pressed her face against Song Qingpei’s neck, then abruptly furrowed her brows and paused. An unfamiliar Omega pheromone scent washed over her, stirring a surge of intense jealousy.

“Why do you smell like another Omega?” Ming Yu’s voice turned cold, laced with accusation.

Song Qingpei was taken aback and evasively replied, “It’s just from work. Nothing special.”

But Ming Yu pressed on, her tone growing icier. “From work? What’s really going on between you and Murong Ruixue?”

Flustered, Song Qingpei blurted out, “She confessed to me today, but I turned her down.”

Hearing this, Ming Yu’s anger instantly ignited.

“I knew it! That woman has had ulterior motives from the start! And you’re still defending her?”

“Ming Yu, calm down,” Song Qingpei urged, seeing how agitated she was. “Murong Ruixue and I are just colleagues. Her confession was her own doing, I made it clear I’m not interested.”

“Not interested?” Ming Yu sneered, her voice dripping with jealousy. “Then why are you still so close to her? Seems to me you’re eager to start something new with her.”

“My relationship with Murong Ruixue is strictly professional. It’s not as complicated as you’re making it out to be.”

Growing weary of the interrogation, Song Qingpei’s tone cooled. “Go back to your room. We can talk when you’ve calmed down.”

With that, she attempted to rise.

But Ming Yu seized her wrist again, her grip so tight it hurt.

Song Qingpei tried to break free, but Ming Yu held on stubbornly, refusing to release her.

The tension between them, which had only just begun to ease, flared up once more.

Ming Yu’s domineering and inexplicable attitude made Song Qingpei extremely unhappy, as if she were being treated like a pet summoned at will and dismissed just as easily. When Ming Yu disliked her, she could trample her dignity underfoot and humiliate her without any respect. Then, on some random day when she suddenly realized she still had feelings for her, she would casually utter a word of regret and attempt to start over, completely disregarding Song Qingpei’s thoughts.

Was she some kind of lowly person? Song Qingpei felt she had been too soft on Ming Yu, making her think she had no temper and could be manipulated and controlled at will.

At this thought, her voice dropped several degrees. “Ming Yu, let go of me! Do you hear me?”

The anger in her words was so palpable that Ming Yu looked up at her in surprise.

Song Qingpei’s lips were pressed into a tight line, her entire body taut like a drawn bowstring, as if the slightest provocation would snap the thread of her rationality.

Ming Yu felt an inexplicable panic and refrained from provoking her further, but she didn’t want to let go either.

The two stood in a stalemate. Meeting Song Qingpei’s cold, anger-filled gaze, Ming Yu unconsciously softened her voice. “Song Qingpei, I don’t like the scent of another Omega on you.”

“Ming Yu, you have no right to control me. You said it yourself, there’s nothing between us anymore.”

Since explanations were falling on deaf ears, Song Qingpei chose to strike directly at her heart.

Ming Yu’s breath hitched in anger, but she forced herself to explain patiently, “I regret it. I’ve already apologized. What more do you want from me?”

Listen to that was that even human language? Song Qingpei almost laughed in disbelief. Did Ming Yu think a condescending, half-hearted apology could erase all the humiliation and hurt she had endured? Most importantly, Ming Yu still hadn’t learned to respect her, constantly treating her with that commanding, superior attitude.

After working overtime all night, Song Qingpei was utterly exhausted and had no energy to continue this pointless argument.

She increased her strength and abruptly shook off Ming Yu’s hand, saying coldly, “Get out! I need to rest!”

With that, she reached out to pull Ming Yu, clearly intending to push her out of the room.

Ming Yu could no longer pretend. Frustrated, she snapped, “Song Qingpei, what do you want from me? Just tell me, and I’ll change, alright?”

Change? Song Qingpei would be a fool to believe she could change.

For the first time, Song Qingpei resorted to such “violence” with Ming Yu. She pulled her up from the bed, venting her frustrations as she did so: “Get out! I said get out! I’ve worked all day and I’m tired. I need to sleep. I really don’t have the energy to deal with this nonsense. I’m begging you, just leave me alone, okay?”

As an Omega, Ming Yu was no match for Song Qingpei when she was serious. She was easily pulled from the bed, and Ming Yu, who had always held the upper hand, was stunned, seemingly unable to process that Song Qingpei would dare treat her this way.

By the time she regained her senses, Song Qingpei had already dragged her to the doorway, about to push her out.

In her desperation, Ming Yu uttered the keyword: “Mengmeng.”

Instantly, Ming Yu’s expression shifted. Her eyes softened, tinged with a hint of grievance and unease.

She released Song Qingpei’s hand, biting her lip, her voice low and tinged with a sob: “Sister, do you not like Mengmeng anymore? Why do you have the scent of another Omega on you?”

Song Qingpei’s movements froze instantly as she stared at Ming Yu in disbelief.

That ‘Mengmeng’ who had once haunted her dreams seemed to have returned at this moment.

She stared blankly at Ming Yu, momentarily forgetting how to react.

Seeing her remain silent, Ming Yu no, ‘Mengmeng’ at this moment grew even more aggrieved. She threw herself into Song Qingpei’s arms, clinging tightly to her as tears streamed down, soaking the front of Song Qingpei’s clothes.

“Wah, sister, why are you driving Mengmeng away?”

“Say something, sister.”

Each cry of “sister” made Song Qingpei’s heart tremble, as if she were in a dream.

It wasn’t until the warm tears scalded her chest that she seemed to awaken, murmuring softly: “Mengmeng.”

Song Qingpei trembled as she touched Ming Yu’s cheek, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

‘Mengmeng’ held her tightly, her voice choked with sobs: “Sister, do you not like Mengmeng anymore? Have you abandoned me?”

Song Qingpei’s heart instantly softened.

She habitually patted ‘Mengmeng’s’ back gently, comforting her softly: “No, I haven’t stopped liking you. Mengmeng, please stop crying, okay?”

But ‘Mengmeng’ cried even harder, sobbing intermittently: “You’re lying you have the scent of another Omega on you, and you were harsh with me have you fallen for someone else?”

Song Qingpei sighed helplessly, her heart aching with both pity and frustration.

She gently cupped ‘Mengmeng’s’ face, looking seriously into her eyes: “Mengmeng, I haven’t fallen for anyone else. I only like you, truly.”

‘Mengmeng’ blinked her tear-filled eyes, her voice still trembling: “Then you mustn’t get so close to other Omegas from now on, okay?”

Song Qingpei nodded, her tone gentle: “Okay.”

Only then did ‘Mengmeng’ calm down slightly. She leaned against Song Qingpei’s chest, muttering softly: “Sister, you can’t lie to me, if you lie to me, I’ll be very sad.”

Song Qingpei gently stroked ‘Mengmeng’s’ hair, a wave of complex emotions surging in her heart.

She knew that the ‘Mengmeng’ before her was likely a deliberate act by Ming Yu, but she still couldn’t resist the feeling of heartache. She whispered: “I won’t lie to you, Mengmeng. Trust me, okay?”

‘Mengmeng’ nodded, obediently closing her eyes. “Sister, I’m so sleepy.”

“Sleep, I’ll stay here with you.”

Her breathing gradually steadied, as if she had truly fallen asleep.

Song Qingpei looked at the person in her arms, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She didn’t know why Ming Yu had suddenly become like this, nor did she know how to face Ming Yu when she woke up. All she knew was that she couldn’t help but cling to this fleeting tenderness.

She gently held ‘Mengmeng’ as she leaned against the bed, covering her with the blanket and quietly watching her.

In the stillness of the night, Song Qingpei’s emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

She couldn’t help but sigh, murmuring under her breath: “Mengmeng, if only you could stay like this forever.”

However, the only response was ‘Mengmeng’s’ steady breathing.

Song Qingpei leaned against the headboard, closed her eyes, her heart filled with complicated emotions.

She knew that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

The morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, filling the room with a gentle glow. Ming Yu slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness gradually returning.

She turned her head and saw Song Qingpei still asleep, her brow slightly relaxed as if sleeping peacefully.

Memories of last night flooded back like a tide, how she had become ‘Mengmeng’ under the influence of hypnosis, how Song Qingpei had gently soothed her, and the sense of security she felt nestled in Song Qingpei’s embrace.

But now, having regained her clarity, those emotions felt separated by an invisible wall, distant and unreachable.

Ming Yu let out a soft sigh, a bittersweet feeling stirring in her heart.

She was glad that Song Qingpei remained gentle toward ‘Mengmeng,’ yet she couldn’t help feeling a pang of jealousy toward herself. This contradictory emotion struck her as absurd, yet she couldn’t ignore it.

Just then, Song Qingpei’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze first fell tenderly on Ming Yu’s face as she softly called out, “Mengmeng.”

Ming Yu’s heart skipped a beat, but before she could respond, Song Qingpei’s expression shifted.

She seemed to snap back to reality instantly, realizing that the person before her was no longer the dependent ‘Mengmeng’ from last night but Ming Yu, with her memories restored.

Her tone immediately turned distant: “You’re awake?”

Ming Yu noticed the change and felt a twinge of displeasure but nodded nonetheless. “Mm.”

Song Qingpei sat up, rubbing her temples, her voice tinged with weariness and confusion. “Last night, what exactly happened to you?”

Ming Yu’s heart tightened, knowing what Song Qingpei was suspecting.

Unwilling to reveal the truth about the hypnosis, she evaded the question. “What’s wrong? I’ve been under a lot of stress at work lately, and my mental state hasn’t been great. I might have lost control a bit.”

Song Qingpei frowned, clearly not entirely convinced by this explanation. She stared into Ming Yu’s eyes, trying to discern something, but Ming Yu’s expression remained unreadable.

In the end, Song Qingpei simply said flatly, “Then make sure to rest properly. Don’t overwork yourself.”

Ming Yu nodded, though a sense of disappointment lingered in her heart.

She disliked Song Qingpei’s cold demeanor. Recalling how tenderly Song Qingpei had treated ‘Mengmeng’ the night before, that wave of jealousy surged again, intensified by thoughts of Murong Ruixue’s confession to Song Qingpei.

Unable to resist, she seized the opportunity to issue another warning: “You and Murong Ruixue it’s best to keep your distance.”

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