The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 9

Qin Zheng immediately retracted every word of praise he had mentally offered, but Song Tao was clearly caught in a poetic fervor.

“The Peach Blossom Pool is a thousand feet deep,” Song Tao recited with theatrical passion, waving a hand vaguely as he delivered the next line, “but a single plunge won’t reach the bottom.”

“Struggling across, struggling across…”

“There’s no limit to how many times the boat might flip.”

Song Tao swayed his head rhythmically, wandering through his own bizarre sea of literature.

Qin Zheng’s mouth twitched rhythmically in response. What he really wanted to do was twitch his hand—right across Song Tao’s non-stop yapping mouth.

“Holding the sun and moon, plucking the stars,” Song Tao looked at Qin Zheng, pronouncing each word with exaggerated clarity for the next line: “Believe in me and you’re a little dummy”

He laughed.

It was the sweet, fragrant laugh of an Omega.

He saw Qin Zheng’s jawline sharpen even further and giggled inwardly.

He had to admit, after twelve years, Qin Zheng was much better at keeping his cool than before. They said time was a slaughterhouse knife that ruined people’s looks, but for Qin Zheng, it seemed to have been a sculptor’s chisel. The man was a living statue come to life.

An idea sparked in Song Tao’s eyes, and he leaned closer to the Alpha. “How about this? Let’s play a game. I’ll recite a line of poetry, and you have to recite the next one just like I did.”

Qin Zheng had no intention of playing such a childish game and didn’t even bother to acknowledge him.

Song Tao was relentless. “After you say it, you get to start the next round with the first line, and I’ll say the second. We take turns. Whoever fails to come up with a line…”

His grey-blue eyes darted around mischievously. “The loser has to choose Truth or Dare. And if you can’t go through with it, you’ll be impotent for life.”

That ruthless stakes earned him a side-glance from Qin Zheng, who finally showed a flicker of interest.

To lure him in, Song Tao yielded the initiative. “You go first.”

He stared at Qin Zheng’s lips—thin, pale, and sharp. But he knew exactly what those lips looked like when stained red with blood.

Finally, Qin Zheng spoke. Like a high monk in a novel failing to resist a demon’s temptation, he opened his mouth and tumbled into the dusty world of mortals.

He said dismissively, “Hoeing millet in the midday sun.”

Song Tao arched an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. “Doing you isn’t hard work at all.”

Before Qin Zheng could glare at him, he quickly threw out the next line: “I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon.”

Qin Zheng glared anyway, only to realize that Song Tao had somehow leaned his entire weight against his arm. His chin was resting on Qin Zheng’s shoulder, as natural as if they were a single entity, and Song Tao was merely a branch growing out from his own body.

If Qin Zheng lowered his head, his lips would almost brush Song Tao’s forehead.

Facing those blinking, doe-like eyes, he let out a cold snort. “I lower my head to kill you.”

Song Tao: “…”

What a petty guy.

Song Tao didn’t remind him; he just counted to three in his head. When he reached three and Qin Zheng hadn’t started a new round, he clapped happily. “You lost! You didn’t start a new line. Truth or Dare, pick one.”

Qin Zheng straightened his head so that Song Tao’s breath wouldn’t graze his lips when he spoke.

He had the courage to accept his loss. “Truth.”

A “Dare” was out of the question. With the way the brat’s mind worked, he’d probably make him streak through the streets yelling ‘I’m an Alpha and I have erectile dysfunction.’

Song Tao had predicted this choice; he had the question ready.

“Qin Zheng.”

Using his full name made Song Tao’s expression turn incredibly serious. “Twelve years ago, when my father and I left.  did you blame me in your heart?”

Did you blame me for not wanting you as my brother anymore?

His grey-blue eyes locked onto Qin Zheng, refusing to miss even the slightest flicker of emotion. He saw Qin Zheng’s thick eyelashes tremble—just a tiny bit, but it was there.

Then, Qin Zheng turned to look at him. His lips brushed against Song Tao’s forehead, as intimate as a kiss.

But his words were: “You’re not worth the effort.”

The “kiss” carried an arrow that pierced through Song Tao in an instant. His peach-blossom face turned pale. He silently pulled away from Qin Zheng’s shoulder and sat back by the car door, looking lost and obedient.

He stopped talking, and the car fell into a heavy, oppressive silence.

This silence lasted until they reached their destination. When the car stopped, Qin Zheng told Song Tao to get out.

Song Tao stepped out wordlessly, but he felt a wave of panic when he saw the familiar villa in front of him.

“Why are we here?” he asked.

“To solve the problem.” Qin Zheng slammed the car door. His men had already arrived; they lined the path from the gate to the interior of the villa—tall Alphas and Betas in black suits, guns at their waists, faces expressionless.

Qin Zheng strode toward the villa with an aura as if he were walking into his own home. Song Tao followed behind, feeling increasingly guilty.

“…Qin… Song Tao! What is going on?” Song Cijing stood up from the sofa, bypassing Qin Zheng to question his son.

Song Tao hadn’t expected Qin Zheng to storm the place directly. Seeing his father’s obvious baby bump, he hurried to grab Qin Zheng’s arm, smiling brightly. “Dad! Look who came to see you! It’s Qin Zheng!”

He pushed Qin Zheng forward. “You remember him, right? Look at how handsome he is now. Look at these shoulders, so solid.”

He even gave Qin Zheng’s arm a couple of squeezes.

Qin Zheng: “…”

He felt like a piece of pork being inspected at a pawn shop.

Though confused, Song Cijing looked at Qin Zheng. He hadn’t been mistaken; the boy looked largely the same as he did as a child. But was such a huge entourage necessary for a visit? It was terrifying.

His smile was a bit strained. “Xiao Zheng.”

His relationship with Qin Zheng had never been good. In the five years they lived together, their meaningful conversations could be counted on ten fingers. He didn’t think Qin Zheng had suddenly grown a heart and come to pay his respects.

However, his stepson, Wu Youtian, thought differently. This was the Qin Zheng! Even if their family business didn’t operate in Qin Zheng’s territory, if they could just climb this high branch…

“Brother Zheng, I’m Wu Youtian, Song Cijing’s stepson.”

Wu Youtian excitedly extended his hand.

Qin Zheng didn’t even look at him. He wasn’t here to make friends.

Song Tao couldn’t bear to let Wu Youtian hang like that, so he grabbed his hand instead. “Brother, how is my sister-in-law? Pregnancy must be hard. She should be seven months along now, right?”

Wu Youtian saw that Qin Zheng wanted nothing to do with him, but he understood—given the Alpha’s status, who was he to complain? He took the out and gripped Song Tao’s hand. “Yeah, seven months. I asked Uncle Song for a childhood photo of you earlier. They say if you look at someone beautiful while pregnant, the baby will look like them. We both hope the kid looks as good as you.”

The two looked like brothers with a good relationship. In contrast, Qin Zheng’s face was growing darker by the second.

He stared at their joined hands.

Song Tao called him “brother”? Hah.

Qin Zheng reached out a long arm and snatched Song Tao back. “From now on, Song Tao has nothing to do with this place or with you, Song Cijing. I am responsible for his life from here on out.”

Qin Zheng said this while staring directly at Song Cijing.

Song Cijing looked at Song Tao in a daze, and Song Tao was equally stunned. He finally realized that Qin Zheng had come here to stop him from being “sold to an old man,” but he hadn’t expected the Alpha to say something like that.

Responsible for his life.

It was a heavy statement. But he believed it. If Qin Zheng said it, he would do it. He would take care of everything—life, death, illness, old age as long as Song Tao remained completely obedient.

He had experienced Qin Zheng’s need for control since he was five.

Song Cijing grew upset. “Xiao Zheng, Tao is my son.”

“You lost the right to be his father the moment you tried to sell him to an old man under the guise of marriage.”

Qin Zheng was sharp and uncompromising, delivering his verdict on Song Cijing’s failure as a parent.

Song Cijing was bewildered. “Old man? Selling? Marriage? What are you talking about?”

He looked at Song Tao for help. “What is he talking about?”

Song Tao: “…Crap. I played this too far.”

Wu Youtian hurried to explain before Qin Zheng’s anger ruined them. “Brother Zheng, you must have misunderstood. No one is selling Tao to an old man. That’s not happening at all. We are his family; how could we do something so monstrous?”

His words were sincere, sounding more wronged than a martyr.

Song Cijing was even more offended. “Qin Zheng, I know you’ve looked down on me since you were a kid, but I would never sell my own child!”

Their reactions planted a seed of doubt in Qin Zheng. He looked at Song Tao, and seeing the guilt written all over the Omega’s face, he realized the truth. The note had been a lie.

The whole thing had been a scam!

Qin Zheng dragged a silent, pale Song Tao out of the villa while Song Cijing and Wu Youtian followed behind, shouting.

“Dad, Brother, I’m fine! Go back inside! I’ll come see you in a few days!”

Song Tao managed to shout back before he was shoved into the car by a livid Qin Zheng. Before he could even settle into his seat, a dry, hot hand clamped around his neck, tightening with fury.

Qin Zheng pinned him down with his entire body. “Does a single word of truth ever come out of that goddamn mouth of yours?!”

He was practically vibrating with rage.

Despite the waves of suffocation, Song Tao only felt a sense of thrill. He was happy. He grabbed Qin Zheng’s wrist. His face was already turning bright red from lack of air.

He pressed his thumb against the pulse in Qin Zheng’s wrist, feeling the frantic, angry beat of the Alpha’s heart. He rubbed it gently, his voice raspy. “The fact that you went this far for me makes me very happy. That part is true.”

He curled his lips into a smile for Qin Zheng.

Through his fingertips, he felt it. “Qin Zheng, your heart is beating so fast.”

The car door was suddenly flung open and slammed shut. Song Tao was dumped unceremoniously onto the ground.

The motorcade roared away, leaving Song Tao to scramble up. He brushed the dust off his clothes, watching the cars disappear.

“Heh…”

“Qin Zheng, we have a long time ahead of us~”

Song Tao felt a slight pang in his heart. Had he really gone too far?

I’ll give him more smiles next time we meet, he thought. He had planned to go to Wei Sichen’s to “open the crates,” but that restless heat surged through him again. He had to go home first.

While Song Tao was rushing home to grab a toy from his drawer, Qin Zheng had ordered his driver out of the car. For once, a hint of terror was visible on the Alpha’s face. Something was very wrong. Not only was his face burning red, but a horrifying sense of emptiness was radiating from his “back entrance.”

This was supposed to be impossible for an Alpha.

An unspeakable heat spread from that center toward his limbs.

He was “standing at attention” instantly—he was familiar with that. But what he wasn’t familiar with was the restless, itching sensation there, as if countless ants were crawling deeper inside him.

Qin Zheng bit his lip, but a soft, pathetic whimper escaped his nose.

That was not a sound an Alpha should ever make.

Outside the car, the driver and bodyguards stood with cold, alert expressions, though they were privately curious. Why had the boss suddenly stopped and kicked everyone out?

Was he up to something?

The two Alphas exchanged a look, their eyes filled with the same knowing, vulgar thought. They were Alphas; they understood Alphas. He had just been with such a beautiful Omega maybe there were lingering pheromones in the car, and the boss just needed a quick release.

They used to think the boss was asexual. Now it seemed he just hadn’t met anyone who could trigger him yet.

Qin Zheng had no choice; the emptiness was a void he couldn’t resist. He unfastened his trousers.

He thought if he just handled it the usual way, it would be fine.

But the moment his hand gripped himself, the image of Song Tao sitting in this very car flashed through his mind.

Song Tao’s finger had been pressing on the tip.

Subconsciously, Qin Zheng replicated Song Tao’s movements from his memory.

On the other side of town, an unsatisfied Song Tao tossed his toy aside.

He braced one hand against the headboard and reached down with the other. He tossed his dark hair back, sweat slicking his face, his eyes bright with a wild, predatory light as if an invisible Alpha were right there in front of him.

This time, he didn’t use his hands to move. Instead, he thrust his lean hips violently.

His hand was filled and refilled by the motion.

Back in the car, Qin Zheng collapsed against the seat, devastated. “Fuck!”

The ruler of one-fifth of Cyker City, the great Alpha mogul, had lost all his prestige. He looked like a crumpled, discarded rag.

It was no use. Handling it “the usual way” didn’t work at all.

But what truly terrified him was.

As his fingers slid along the curve of his backside, his neatly trimmed fingertips came away with a smear of crystal-clear, glistening moisture.

Qin Zheng didn’t dare touch it. He didn’t want to believe it.

He was actually “getting wet” on his own.

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