The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 8

Song Tao followed closely behind Qin Zheng as they headed to the dining room. He had selected a moss-green shirt for Qin Zheng; the Alpha had cool, pale skin, and the color elevated his refined temperament perfectly.

As for the matching suit Song Tao was wearing, he had scavenged that from Qin Zheng’s walk-in closet as well. His own clothes from the day before had been trashed so badly they looked like a crumpled ball of waste.

While the size of Qin Zheng’s clothes fit him reasonably well, he couldn’t quite fill them out the same way. Qin Zheng was muscular, his chest filling the shirt to its limit, whereas Song Tao possessed a more delicate, lean layer of muscle. Wearing the shirt made him look a bit like a child playing dress-up in an adult’s wardrobe.

Song Tao’s hand dangled by his side, his fingers twitching as he mentally measured the “solid goods” he had gripped the night before.

So big, he thought, one hand couldn’t even hold it all.

When Qin Zheng saw two portions of breakfast laid out on the table, he wondered if his staff were perhaps a bit too hospitable. Given Song Tao’s recent behavior, the brat didn’t even deserve a meal.

Song Tao darted past him and plopped down in the seat to the left of the head of the table. “Wow~ What a feast! It’s been so long since we’ve shared a meal.”

He looked up at Qin Zheng, beaming.

Qin Zheng ignored him. He sat down in silence at the head of the table—the seat that now belonged to him. After his father and Song Cijing divorced, the “old man” rarely stayed at home, leaving Qin Zheng to eat alone. Over the years, no matter how many business dinners he attended, none of them ever involved breakfast. He hadn’t expected that after twelve years, his breakfast companion would once again be the same “puppy” who used to wolf down food just to prove he could eat more than Qin Zheng.

The puppy was already digging in without a hint of politeness.

Liang Zhi glanced at Qin Zheng, silently asking if she should proceed with her briefing. With a third party present, she wasn’t sure. Simultaneously, she was dying of curiosity: Who on earth is this Song Tao?

Qin Zheng gave a slight nod.

Liang Zhi understood immediately. She quickly ran through her list of reports, selecting only the items that wouldn’t cause issues if overheard by an outsider.

“Following the investigation, the opening at the West Street Quanan Supermarket was provided by Third Master Qin.”

Third Master Qin was Qin Yushan, Qin Zheng’s uncle.

Qin Zheng wasn’t at all surprised to hear the name. He picked up the last fresh shrimp and vegetable spring roll—its skin thin and translucent and dipped it into the sauce.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the puppy staring at the spring roll with puffed-out cheeks. Clearly, Song Tao wasn’t happy about missing out on the final piece.

He had been like this since they were kids greedy and protective over food.

Qin Zheng didn’t indulge him; he ate the last spring roll himself. When he was seventeen, his father had passed away suddenly from an illness, leaving behind this massive mess of a legacy.

To Qin Zheng, it was a burden; to everyone else, it was a prime piece of meat that everyone wanted a bite of.

His uncle had the greatest ambition of all, wanting to swallow the entire business whole. Ultimately, it was Qin Zheng who took the seat, and Qin Yushan had been restless ever since.

“I’ll go see him today.”

“Understood. You have a gap between 2:00 PM and 4:00 PM.”

“That works.”

Liang Zhi quickly noted the addition to Qin Zheng’s schedule.

Song Tao had already managed to soothe his own feelings. It was one plate of spring rolls; Qin Zheng did technically have the right to eat one.

Even if that spring roll was so delicious he hadn’t had nearly enough!

He hadn’t expected Qin Zheng to listen to work briefings during breakfast. In his memory, Qin Yuchen never did that. To ensure neither of them felt awkward, Song Tao opened his comms and tuned into the Cyker City morning news. He turned the volume down and focused on the screen while he ate.

Song Tao thought: I really am a thoughtful little sweetheart~

Both Qin Zheng and Liang Zhi glanced at him. Liang Zhi was still curious: Where did the boss find such a beautiful Omega?

“Good morning, viewers. This is Cyker Morning News, I’m your reporter Ma Yi. I am currently at the waiting area for Skyrail Line 6. At 8:00 AM this morning, a male Alpha passenger suddenly awakened as a Succubus…”

Song Tao murmured, “A Succubus a male Alpha.”

Those two terms put together were quite evocative. He couldn’t help but look at Qin Zheng, only to find the other man staring back, his dark eyes seemingly seeing right through Song Tao’s thoughts.

Feeling a bit guilty, Song Tao instinctively went to lick his lip stud.

He licked empty air.

That small habit, however, drew Qin Zheng’s gaze. It was only then that he noticed a tiny indentation beneath Song Tao’s lip.

Song Tao teased, “If you awakened as a Succubus, hehe~”

Now that would be interesting.

His bold words caused Qin Zheng to momentarily ignore the little lip indentation. The brat really had a lot of nerve; he dared to imagine anything.

Even if one of them were to awaken as a Succubus, it would undoubtedly be Song Tao.

Liang Zhi didn’t dare listen to any more of their conversation, fearing she might be “silenced” by her boss later. This Omega was incredibly bold, and more surprisingly, why was the boss’s temper so good today?

He was practically doting!

He wasn’t even getting angry. Anyone else who dared say that would have been buried by now.

A sudden flash of inspiration hit Song Tao, his doe-eyes sparkling. “Pop quiz!”

He held his spoon out like a microphone to Qin Zheng’s mouth. “Question: What is the sign of pregnancy for a Succubus?”

Succubi were unique entities in this world. No one knew who would awaken, why, or when. The Empire provided mandatory education on the subject to prevent public panic.

Seeing that Qin Zheng wouldn’t answer, Song Tao added, “If you get it right, you get my autograph~”

Qin Zheng scoffed.

Memories from the past bubbled to the surface.

Eight-year-old Qin Zheng had heard a knock at his door. Leaving his desk, he found a piece of paper on the floor.

He picked it up. It was covered in crooked, illegible scribbles. He knew instantly whose handiwork it was—it had to be the only “little white fluff-ball” in the house who hadn’t started school yet.

Young Qin Zheng opened the door to find little Song Tao standing there, hands on his hips and his round little belly sticking out proudly.

“Hmph, scared now, aren’t you?”

Little Song Tao pointed at the paper.

Young Qin Zheng tossed the paper aside. “You’re a dummy who can’t even write. You’re so stupid.”

The cold, calm insult from the older boy stunned little Song Tao. His lip trembled, and then he burst into tears. “You’re the one who can’t write! You’re a big meanie! A big dummy!”

Little Song Tao couldn’t write; he wanted his father to teach him, but his father was never around.

Eventually, little Song Tao came crawling back to young Qin Zheng, tugging gently on his sleeve. “Brother… teach me how to write.”

His chubby little hands had adorable dimples, and the way he said “Brother” was sweet and soft.

Young Qin Zheng replied, “Sure. Bark like a dog and I’ll teach you.”

And so, that afternoon, young Qin Zheng sat with his feet up, watching little Song Tao crawl around the floor pretending to be a puppy, barking incessantly.

When Qin Zheng threw a ball, Song Tao scrambled over on all fours, bit the ball with his teeth, crawled back, and sat up on his haunches to offer it to him.

His chubby hands were tucked in like paws. After Qin Zheng took the ball, he even opened his little mouth and panted.

Qin Zheng patted his fuzzy head. “Good dog.”

He finally agreed to teach him. The two kids sat on one chair—Song Tao went from standing on the floor to sitting on the edge of the seat, and finally just ended up sitting in Qin Zheng’s lap.

“You can’t even hold a pen steady, and yet you’re so strong when you hit people,” young Qin Zheng muttered. He wrapped his hand around Song Tao’s chubby fist, guiding him stroke by stroke to write “Song Tao.”

The summer sun moved slowly across the desk.

They eventually moved on to writing Qin Zheng’s name, but Song Tao had stopped moving. Qin Zheng leaned forward and saw that the younger boy had fallen asleep in his arms, drool leaking from his mouth.

In truth, Qin Zheng was sleepy too.

Song Tao shifted suddenly, nearly slipping off. Qin Zheng reacted quickly, dropping the pen to catch the boy’s thick, sturdy little legs and pulling him back up.

Soon, Song Tao was curled up in his arms like a baby. His face was flushed pink with sleep as he murmured a dream: “Brother.”

Young Qin Zheng stared at him. He looked like an exquisite doll. The older boy couldn’t resist giving him a light, gentle kiss, thinking that if he stayed this well-behaved, maybe he could be a little nicer to him.

Qin Zheng’s pupils shifted slightly as he looked at the current Song Tao, who had lost all his baby fat.

He certainly wasn’t well-behaved anymore.

“If you want to know, I can arrange for you to experience it firsthand.”

Song Tao raised an eyebrow. “Will you be the one helping me experience it?”

The atmosphere suddenly turned heavy with suggestion.

Succubi lived by consuming semen. Lust marks would appear on their stomachs, spreading across their bodies as they consumed more. When the marks bloomed into flowers, it signified pregnancy—though it supposedly required a massive amount of “input.”

This topic made Liang Zhi panic: I should be under the car, not inside it…

Qin Zheng snapped, “If food can’t shut your mouth, then get out.”

“You got it!”

Song Tao scrambled away, heading straight for the walk-in closet.

Qin Zheng reached out with his chopsticks, then paused. The plates on the table were empty.

…

Qin Zheng put his chopsticks down.

“Tummy is full, sleep was good, feeling great every day~” Song Tao reappeared, singing a little tune, but he nearly blinded Qin Zheng and Liang Zhi.

His clothes were now covered in countless accessories. Gemstone cufflinks, a diamond tie clip, a pearl lapel pin, and a row of unique, high-end brooches.

He was a walking display rack for luxury goods.

Song Tao pressed his index and middle fingers to his temple and gave a sharp, cool salute. “I’m off. Bye-bye~”

He smoothed his jacket. He had taken these things right under Qin Zheng’s nose, in broad daylight.

It didn’t count as stealing.

Qin Zheng took a deep breath. “Stop right there.”

Song Tao didn’t miss a beat, pretending he hadn’t heard. He was in a hurry to get to Wei Siqi’s place to “open the crates.” They had agreed to do it together.

Before he could burst through the door, he was blocked by a row of black-clad bodyguards.

He tried to sidestep them as if it had nothing to do with him, but the guards mirrored his every move.

“Tsk.”

His collar was seized from behind again. Qin Zheng appeared beside him. “If you don’t want to be chopped up and fed to the dogs, behave yourself.”

Song Tao muttered under his breath, “Feed them to you!”

He was “escorted” into the car. He had no idea where Qin Zheng was taking him, and he didn’t care to ask. Nothing good ever came out of Qin Zheng’s mouth anyway.

A message arrived from his father: Send me a photo of yourself as a child.

Song Tao replied: Usually, the child asks the parent for childhood photos.

Father: Stop talking nonsense. Send it, now.

Song Tao scoffed: Childhood photos? I’d only have those if you had actually taken some of me back then. Did you ever take a single one?

There was no reply.

Song Tao closed his comms and stared out the car window. “The wind and snow have pressed upon me for two or three years.”

Qin Zheng thought: Tsk, the little illiterate is quoting poetry now.

Song Tao continued: “Adding it all up, it’s been five years total.”

Qin Zheng: “…”

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