The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 5

Sunlight filtered through the double-layered white curtains, casting a warm, rosy glow over the sleeping Song Tao. With his eyes closed those doe-like eyes that were usually darting around with some mischievous scheme, he looked like a harmless sprite, the very incarnation of everything beautiful in the world.

A doctor’s examination the previous night had confirmed a mild concussion, explaining his earlier vomiting. Fortunately, it wasn’t serious. He didn’t need any injections; he just needed a few days of rest and to avoid any jarring movements.

While he was still adrift in dreamland, Qin Zheng was already up and eating breakfast. However, something felt off to the Alpha. The servants seemed to be stealing glances at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. He wasn’t sure if he was just being sensitive because of Song Tao’s reappearance, but he certainly wasn’t going to stoop so low as to ask.

As he enjoyed his meal, his senior chief of staff, Liang Zhi, provided the morning briefing. “Quan’an Supermarket has opened a new branch on West Street.”

Qin Zheng picked up his spoon. A single supermarket was a minor affair, even for a major chain, but Quan’an was owned by Meng Changqing. Meng was a man of equal status—one of the five rulers who controlled Sci-Tech City. West Street was Qin Zheng’s territory, and the five of them usually maintained a policy of non-interference.

Meng Changqing’s move was a blatant provocation, or at the very least, a test of his resolve.

The soup was exquisite. A single small bowl used ingredients worth over a hundred thousand credits. This was the life of luxury Qin Zheng had known since childhood, and he refused to let any of it change. Anyone who tried to reach into his bowl deserved to die.

He dropped the spoon, letting it hit the bowl with a sharp, clear ring. “Trash it.”

“Wreck every Quan’an Supermarket from West Street going five blocks east.”

His territory bordered Meng Changqing’s, and everything east of West Street belonged to the other man. When a predator shows its claws, it means it views you as a weakling to be bullied. Negotiation is useless at that point; you have to strike hard and be more vicious than they are. Only then will they tuck their tail, retract their claws, and crawl back to show you proper respect.

Of course, if the beast were truly feral, it would only fight back harder. But that was fine. Eventually, everyone learns their place if you hit them enough.

Liang Zhi continued, “Officials from the Central Government are arriving next Monday for a site inspection regarding the construction of the Sci-Tech City Interstellar Spaceport.”

Qin Zheng picked up a crystal potsticker. The spaceport would be the most significant project in Sci-Tech City for the next three years. The other old fossils would certainly try to grab a piece of that pie, and he intended to do the same. Becoming a partner essentially meant solidifying one’s position as the top dog of the city, not to mention the commission that would flow into their accounts for every ticket sold.

“Keep a close eye on them,” Qin Zheng ordered.

“Don’t worry, sir.”

The briefing lasted until Qin Zheng finished his breakfast. He prepared to head out for a ribbon-cutting ceremony at a new shopping mall opening today. As he rose from the table, he remembered the concussed brat still in his house.

He glanced at his leftovers and signaled for a servant to give them to Song Tao. He added that the boy should get out immediately after eating.

Once he left, the servants huddled together, whispering.

“I saw a bump on his head too. Hah! Serves that scumbag Alpha right.”

“I’m heartbroken. I actually thought he was one of the decent ones… my rose-tinted glasses are shattered.”

“He probably saw how beautiful Mr. Song is and gave in to his animal instincts. Alphas are all like that; there’s no such thing as a pure one.”

Song Tao slept until he woke up naturally. His head felt heavy as he sat up. While washing his face, he examined the bump on his head in the mirror. It actually looked quite symmetrical, like he was growing horns.

He tilted his head back and forth with a carefree grin. “I’ve got horns on my head, horns~ I’ve got a tail behind me, a tail~” He gave his hips a little wiggle.

As soon as he left the room, he found Xiao He waiting for him. As the servant led him to the dining room, he explained the concussion and told him to be careful.

“This is the breakfast the Master left for you,” Xiao He said tentatively, afraid of upsetting Song Tao but obligated by his job to pass on the message.

Song Tao gave a forced, melancholy smile. “It’s fine. I’ve come to terms with it. Life has to go on.” He sat down, his eyes rimmed with red.

Xiao He thought: The stronger he acts, the more my heart aches for him. Humans are always biased toward the beautiful.

“It’s good you see it that way. Just don’t do anything foolish. The Master’s status is not something people like us can.” He trailed off, the implication clear.

“Yes, I understand.” Song Tao hadn’t seen such a lavish breakfast in ages. He knew it was just Qin Zheng’s leftovers the man used to do that all the time.

But Song Tao didn’t care. Qin Zheng didn’t have any contagious diseases and he was a clean eater. It didn’t affect his appetite at all. To him, this was a feast of delicacies. He picked up a crystal potsticker, thinking that after all these years, Qin Zheng really hadn’t progressed much in his bullying tactics.

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After breakfast, Xiao He delivered the “terrible” news that Qin Zheng wanted him to leave.

Song Tao remained calm; he had already guessed as much. Besides, staying here was useless. Yesterday had been the anniversary of the death of Qin Zheng’s other father not Qin Yuchen, but the one who gave birth to him. Qin Zheng would always return to the old mansion on that day, but there was no guarantee where he’d sleep tonight.

Song Tao asked Xiao He for pen and paper. He wrote a note for Qin Zheng, folded it into a handmade envelope, and tied it shut with a sprig of soft flowers.

He handed the elegant, beautiful letter to Xiao He. “Could you please give this to him for me?”

Then he left the mansion. A driver was even assigned to take him home in a private car. He didn’t refuse the luxury. Throughout the ride, he remained silent, staring sadly out the window.

The driver glanced at him several times but ultimately said nothing. After dropping Song Tao off at his run-down, aging apartment complex, the car sped away.

The sadness vanished from Song Tao’s face instantly. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, a man without a care in the world.

He was still missing the toe-prints, but there was no rush. The safe was in their hands, and everything was still proceeding according to plan.

As he reached the stairwell, a series of cat meows caught his attention. He followed the sound behind the building and found two cats about to get intimate.

He looked closer and saw that the one preparing for battle was a white cat.

White cats were a sensitive subject for him right now.

He reached out and snatched the white cat by the scruff of its neck, hoisting it into the air. The cat was so stunned it didn’t even make a sound. The female cat, meanwhile, bolted.

Song Tao squinted at the white cat. It looked familiar. He thought back and remembered seeing this specific cat hanging around his apartment door.

Case closed!

This “steamed bun” of a cat was the one who had ruined his Black Snow Princess!

Song Tao’s eyes practically spat fire as he pointed a finger at the now-wailing cat. Fine—his Black Snow Princess had gone through such a difficult and dangerous birth, and here this deadbeat was, messing around with other females.

“You’re finished!” Song Tao hissed through gritted teeth.

Bo’ai Pet Hospital

Song Tao handed the “steamed bun” to the vet. “Neuter him.”

He stood with his arms crossed, watching the vet examine the cat. This was the price for betraying his daughter!

Nowadays, neutering doesn’t require surgery; a single injection is enough to turn a tomcat into a monk. Since the cat already had a litter, he didn’t need his “little chili pepper” to harass Black Snow Princess anymore.

The only thing Song Tao couldn’t understand was the rumor that pure white cats were considered ugly in the cat world. How could his Black Snow Princess fall for him? Did she have… a fetish for ugliness? He shook his head in pity.

After the check-up, the cat proved to be healthy, though he was filthy from being a stray. The neutering was quick, followed by a thorough bath to clean him up.

Even though the “father-in-law” didn’t think much of the fellow, Black Snow Princess would probably be happy to see him.

He pointed his finger like a gun at the cat’s head. “Once we’re home, you’re in charge of the kittens except for nursing time. If you do a bad job, no cat treats for you!”

He headed back with the cat. When he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a very handsome black-and-white tuxedo cat sniffing around the hallway with a dead rat in its mouth. He gave it a glance and moved on.

He opened his door. “Daddy’s home, Black Snow Princess~”

He heard the thud-thud-thud of paws. In the blink of an eye, the cat darted to his feet, meowing nonstop.

“Look what Daddy brought for you,” Song Tao said, opening the cat carrier. Before he could let the white cat out, a black shadow blurred past his legs. The cat with the rat ran inside and stopped right in front of Black Snow Princess.

The two cats looked at each other and immediately began nuzzling, rubbing, and licking one another with extreme intimacy.

Song Tao:

He looked guiltily at the white cat in the carrier, then back at the two cats murmuring to each other in cat-language. Refusing to give up, he let the white cat out.

The moment the “steamed bun” stepped onto the stage, Black Snow Princess backed away with an expression of pure disgust.

Good news: His daughter didn’t have a fetish for ugliness.

Bad news: He had neutered an innocent cat.

Well, that was mostly bad news for the innocent cat.

The white cat wandered around and found a spot to lie down, looking very well-behaved.

Song Tao turned his gaze back to the real culprit. The tuxedo cat stood in front of Black Snow Princess in a protective stance, its “betrothal gift” of a dead rat still at its feet.

Song Tao suppressed his rising emotions and decided to get rid of the rat first. As soon as he moved, Black Snow Princess circled around to stand in front of her mate. She looked up at him, meowing incessantly.

It was as if she were saying: “Dad, I love him. Please give us your blessing.”

Song Tao: …

He made another trip to the pet hospital. He handed the tuxedo cat to the vet. “Neuter this one too.”

The vet asked, “Are you participating in some sort of stray cat sterilization campaign?”

Song Tao felt exhausted.

He used his newly purchased terminal to contact Wei Siqi, asking him to make a pair of socks with sensory links.

Wei Siqi was only interested in gossip. “How was last night? Holy shit! Don’t tell me you took him down in one go and you’re on your way to the top of the world!”

It was clear he had immense confidence in Song Tao’s beauty. “Don’t forget me when you’re rich!”

Song Tao replied: “Sir, who even are you?”

In his office, Qin Zheng looked at the envelope that had been passed through several hands before reaching him. He wondered what kind of trouble Song Tao was stirring up now.

He untied the flower sprig, opened the envelope, and pulled out the note.

My dad is going to marry me off to a rich old man.

He frowned. What did that have to do with him? Why tell him this?

Then it clicked: Song Tao had appeared on purpose to ask for help.

He let out a short, mocking laugh and tossed the note aside.

Who cares?

Whether he was being married off to a rich old man or a dead one for a ghost wedding, it had nothing to do with Qin Zheng.

He glanced at the note on the floor. He felt like he should clap his hands in celebration.

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