The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 20

The air in the elevator seemed to thin out, leaving a certain Alpha feeling suffocated. However, Qin Zheng was a man accustomed to weathering great storms; Song Tao’s probing wasn’t enough to make him slip up. On the contrary, it only deepened his suspicion.

Does Song Tao actually know?

His heart felt as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer, then suspended over a mountain of blades and a sea of fire.

“You should inform your boyfriend of that, not me,” Qin Zheng replied.

He only wanted to end the conversation quickly, but for some reason, the words came out sounding unexpectedly sour.

Song Tao’s doe-eyes blinked, his smile turning infuriatingly smug as he leaned into Qin Zheng’s chest. With just one press, two distinct marks appeared on Qin Zheng’s crisp shirt.

“Are you jealous?”

Song Tao’s tone was chirpy. Not only are you drinking my essence, you’re drinking vinegar being jealous over me, too.

After all these years, Qin Zheng’s possessiveness remained just as absurd and terrifying. Anything he categorized as “mine” had to be focused solely on him. Leaving the house required a formal report detailing the reason, the companions, and the return time if you were late, you suffered the consequences.

If a single outing involved multiple errands, photos had to be sent at every milestone.

As his former “younger brother,” Song Tao had clearly been within that category, and he had indeed been controlled like that for nearly five years.

Song Tao suspected that, aside from Qin Zheng’s high standards, this was likely the real reason the man was still single. His desire for control was simply pathological.

Gazing at the two small points beneath Qin Zheng’s shirt, Song Tao leaned in with force, using his own chest to press them flat.

“Qin Zheng, I’m planning to marry Wei Siqi.”

His neck was suddenly seized with violent force. With a heavy thud, he was pinned against the polished, mirror-like wall of the elevator.

Ah, being a violent maniac is probably another reason Qin Zheng is single, Song Tao thought. Not all Omegas were as durable as he was.

He was actually lifted slightly by Qin Zheng’s single hand, his feet dangling off the elevator floor. The Alpha’s arm muscles looked ready to burst through his shirt sleeves.

Who the hell would have guessed he’d awaken as a Succubus!

“What’s wrong? You’re not happy? Your brother is getting married,” Song Tao continued to provoke him.

If Qin Zheng was a control freak and a violent maniac, then Song Tao was a death-defying provocateur, a seducer, a phantom of desire leading one into the abyss.

His exquisite face turned a deep, bloody red from the throttling. He struggled for air, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge.

Song Tao remained pinned against the wall, his white sneakers dangling and swaying slightly.

Qin Zheng’s voice was calm, but his dark eyes held a weight heavy enough to crush a man. “If you dare to entertain that thought, I will kill Wei Siqi.”

Unfortunately, he was dealing with Song Tao—the one person he’d never been able to intimidate since they were children.

“If you kill Wei Siqi, there’s still Wang Siqi, and Li Siqi. You can’t stop me if I want to get married.”

Song Tao spoke with great difficulty. As the hand gripping him tightened further, he gasped out, “There’s another way.”

The grip loosened slightly.

A white sneaker reached forward, pressing against the high-quality black suit trousers. Slowly and provocatively, he began to rub his foot upward. The fabric wrinkled as his leg moved, causing the hem to rise and reveal Qin Zheng’s sexy ankle, hugged by a black dress sock.

Qin Zheng’s brows knitted together.

Song Tao licked his lip ring. “Beg me. Beg me, and I won’t get married.”

His foot had already reached the crook of Qin Zheng’s knee.

Who said growing up was bad? Growing up was wonderful. When they were kids, they could only hit each other; unlike now, having secondary genders meant they could do more than just fight—they could tease and provoke. Watching the other person lose their composure was its own kind of fun.

Qin Zheng’s response was a cold scoff. He let go and shoved him away. Dark, reddish-purple fingerprints were left behind on Song Tao’s fair, slender neck.

“Try me and see if I won’t kill him.”

Qin Zheng dropped that domineering line and hit the elevator button.

The three men waiting outside immediately adopted expressions of total neutrality, looking neither left nor right.

Song Tao rubbed his aching neck and walked out as if nothing had happened.

As their figures crossed:

Qin Zheng: “Get your hair back to normal, or I’ll shave it off.”

Song Tao: “My Succubus friend said he’s coming back to find me next month.”

He walked away in high spirits.

Qin Zheng stared gloomily at his back. Song Tao kept mentioning this “friend who awakened as a Succubus” he must really know.

Did he deduce it just from that one cup of essence?

That meant there was no physical evidence.

Qin Zheng let out a small breath of relief as Guan Si and the others entered the elevator.

“Check the relationship between him and Wei Siqi.”

“Yes, sir.”

Guan Si was a bit flustered. He was the one who had researched Song Tao; the file clearly stated they were just alumni and friends. Now they were meeting the family…

As a former “older brother,” the boss certainly should be concerned, but was it really just because of that status?

Guan Si didn’t think so. What kind of brother acted like this? One moment he looked ready to kill the guy, and the next he wanted his essence.

It was very strange.

Song Tao returned to the private room. Wei’s mother picked up right where they left off. When they heard he was a student at the First Imperial Academy, specifically in Engineering and Mechanics, everyone was stunned.

He really didn’t look like a typical “STEM guy.”

Wei’s father grew interested. “A fine major. Xiao Tao, you’re quite an impressive young man. How are your studies? Is it too difficult?”

He felt more and more that his own son wasn’t a match for Song Tao. An Omega in such a prestigious major? He felt only someone like Qin Zheng would be a fitting partner.

Song Tao: “You flatter me, Uncle—though it’s true, I am quite excellent~”

The group laughed awkwardly.

The rest of the meal involved the usual questions: How did they meet? How did Wei Siqi win him over? What was his family situation? What were his plans for the future?

Meng Changqing didn’t say much. He wasn’t satisfied with Song Tao; the boy’s background wasn’t significant enough. As his sister’s son, Wei Siqi should have entered a strategic marriage with a suitable family to secure more benefits for their clan.

Still, for appearances’ sake, the dinner ended harmoniously.

By the time he was full, Song Tao’s face was stiff from faking smiles.

On the way back, as Wei Siqi drove him, Song Tao sighed. “In the future, I’m looking for a partner who’s an orphan with no relatives. Dealing with all that is exhausting.”

It reminded him of his time at the Qin house. There were so many gatherings, and as the stepson, he was required to attend. It was likely a show to prove Qin Yuchen treated him well, but the guests were never truly friendly—especially their children.

“So you’re the little piece of baggage?”

A wealthy-looking young boy emerged from behind a fountain, followed by several other children.

Song Tao, who had been crying because he had a toothache from eating too much candy, had been banned from sweets by Qin Zheng. Hearing the voice, he quickly hid his piece of cake behind his back.

The movement caught the leader’s attention. The boy, Qin Zhen, pointed a finger. “What did you steal?”

“I didn’t steal anything!” Little Song Tao stood his ground, his neck stiff with defiance. He was terrified of Qin Zheng finding out; he’d definitely get a spanking. His buttocks were still swollen from the last time—the time he’d intentionally peed in Qin Zheng’s bed.

If Qin Zheng was going to call him a “bed-wetting idiot,” he might as well make it true.

“If you didn’t steal anything, why are you acting so sneaky? Show me!”

Qin Zhen lunged to grab it. He was two years older and significantly taller. Before age eight, Song Tao had grown mostly horizontally.

However, Song Tao was heavy. For a while, Qin Zhen couldn’t actually move him. Frustrated, he shouted, “Everyone, help me! Grab him!”

The children piled on. Song Tao was knocked to the ground, his head striking the edge of the fountain. Tears immediately sprang to his eyes from the pain, and his little cake fell into the water.

Four or five children pinned him down. From a distance, you couldn’t even see him under the heap.

Little Song Tao felt like he was being crushed to death. He flailed his arms, but they were pinned; he kicked his legs, but they were sat upon. That feeling of being unable to move made him miserable and afraid.

“What are you doing?”

Qin Zheng appeared in the connecting corridor. With colorful flower branches hanging over him, he looked like an exquisite oil painting. Though still a child himself, he carried an air of noble indifference.

The children reacted like mice seeing a cat. Even the bossy Qin Zhen was no exception. He looked up with admiration. “Brother, I caught this piece of baggage stealing.”

He moved aside slightly.

Only then did Qin Zheng see Song Tao on the ground face covered in dirt and eyes full of tears.

“Who gave you permission to touch him!”

His aura turned even colder than before.

The children murmured, afraid to speak. Only Qin Zhen tried to explain, attempting to pull Song Tao up by his clothes but failing. He gave up and said, “Brother, I was just helping you teach him a lesson. Everyone says he’s here to steal Uncle’s love from you.”

Qin Zheng scoffed at that. He wouldn’t give a damn about Qin Yuchen’s “love.”

But Song Tao… only he was allowed to bully him.

He walked over and looked at Little Song Tao, whose face was a muddy mess from crying. Pathetic thing. You’re usually so feisty with me.

Song Tao didn’t know what he was thinking; he just lunged forward and grabbed Qin Zheng’s leg, wailing at the top of his lungs: “Brother! They just started hitting me! I hit my head, my head hurts so much…”

The little guy’s milky voice was heart-wrenching. He called for “Brother” over and over, clinging to Qin Zheng as if he were his only lifeline in the world.

He was full of absolute trust.

Qin Zheng’s expression flickered between softening and hardening.

“Brother—” Qin Zhen started.

Before he could finish, Qin Zheng swung his hand and slapped him across the face. The other children screamed and scrambled away.

Qin Zhen began to cry, clutching his cheek. “Brother! I’m your brother!”

Song Tao sobbed, “Brother, am I going to die? My head hurts…”

Qin Zheng reached out and felt sticky blood. He struggled with all his might to pick up the round, chubby Song Tao. “If you ever dare to bully him again, get the hell out of here,” he snapped at the others before rushing away with Song Tao in his arms.

Song Tao snapped out of the memory. He ran his fingers through his hair and could still feel the small scar on the back of his head.

He had thought that because he was injured, Qin Zheng wouldn’t hit him anymore. Who would have guessed? As soon as the head wound healed, Qin Zheng pinned him across his lap, pulled down his trousers, and slapped his already-healed buttocks until they were swollen again.

“Do you dare to eat cake again?”

“I do! I’ll eat it all!”

“Waaaah! Qin Zheng, I hate you! I hate you.”

The answer was an even harder slap.

Little Song Tao then twisted around and burrowed into Qin Zheng’s chest. “I don’t hate you. I like you… I like you, Brother.”

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