Chapter 42: A Tall and Burly Omega Part 1

Throughout the subsequent meeting, Wei Tingxia’s hand had intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the omega’s slender, exposed neck. Although it never truly reached the gland, the amorous implication was already obvious enough.

Clearly, this Second Highness was very satisfied with his omega little son.

Even if given a hundred chances, Vanderveel would never have imagined things could stumble right into success like this. Not only had Wei Tingxia accepted their alliance, but he also quite liked this half-emerged little son of his. The previous disdain and aloofness was completely gone.

His scrutinizing gaze swept over the obedient, head-lowered omega, and Vanderveel grew more and more satisfied the longer he looked.

This child might look like an alpha, but his temperament was timid and meek like his mother’s. He would shrink back even from a slightly louder voice. One look and it was clear he was even easier to control than Iliar. If he truly became a prince consort, princess consort, or even empress in name and reality one day, then…

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft reminder from outside the door. Vanderveel suddenly stood up.

He spoke in a respectful tone, “Your Highness, the banquet outside still needs someone to host it. You and Xiao Feng have just met, so why not get to know each other a bit?”

This was an excuse for the two of them to be alone together.

By normal standards, an unmarried alpha and omega shouldn’t be alone in a room, but if Wei Tingxia liked it, what was wrong with that?

After speaking, Vanderveel gave the omega a look. Without waiting for his reaction, he strode straight out of the inner hall.

The crisp sound of the door locking echoed in the space. The omega’s clear, sweet scent draped over Wei Tingxia’s hand like silk, entwining and probing, yet beneath the extreme softness hid a thread of unreadable stubbornness.

Wei Tingxia’s smile remained unchanged on his face, but his hand lost its earlier restraint. He decisively gripped the omega’s neck. Ignoring the slight struggle beneath his palm, he reached into the collar and pressed hard on the gland.

The omega trembled all over and instinctively grabbed his wrist. The stimulation of having his gland controlled finally made those always-downcast eyes lift. There wasn’t a hint of timidity in them—clearly, they burned with provocative fire.

“Your Highness…” Yan Xinfeng’s voice was hoarse beyond belief. “Gentler.”

“Gentler?” Wei Tingxia sneered. “You’re quite good at playing pitiful.”

“Why would I need to pretend?” Yan Xinfeng tilted his face up, his Adam’s apple rolling under Wei Tingxia’s palm. “A twenty-three-year-old unmarked omega…”

To hell with twenty-three years old.

Wei Tingxia abruptly stood up. His expression flickered darkly as he glared at the other for a long time before turning and heading for the door without looking back. He was afraid that if he looked one more time, he really wouldn’t be able to hold back from strangling this audacious bastard.

The hover car was deathly quiet. After a long while, System 0188 finally spoke as if waking from a dream: [The protagonist he…]

“Surprised?” Wei Tingxia expressionlessly loosened his collar. “Your protagonist is an omega now.”

The system fell even more silent: [Should I offer congratulations?]

“Save it.” Wei Tingxia gazed at the neon lights flashing by outside the window. “He’s gone completely mad.”

No one in the world could have imagined that a top alpha, someone who could tear apart a warship barehanded, would impersonate the long-lost omega child of an imperial noble and travel thousands of miles to go on a blind date with him.

Ilias’s death was probably also tied to him.

Thinking of this, Wei Tingxia sneered inwardly. Then he suddenly heard System 0188 speak dreamily: [In that case, you two can really get a marriage certificate now.]

“…What did you say?”

[You both have legitimate imperial identities now, and perfectly, one alpha and one omega,] 0188 explained. [You fully meet all the requirements for obtaining a marriage certificate.]

So he really could marry Yan Xinfeng.

“…”

When he returned to the residence, Yuan Ni was already asleep.

The living room was dimly lit. The smart butler detected the master’s return and lit up a series of hazy guide lights, illuminating several signed documents placed on the small table.

That afternoon, the academy Yuan Ni had selected had sent over the enrollment documents and various required items, notifying him that classes started tomorrow, so Yuan Ni had rested early today.

Wei Tingxia gave the documents a final look-over, confirmed there were no issues, and placed them on the entryway table. As he walked further in, he noticed two stacks of carefully baked little cakes on the kitchen counter, bright orange-yellow in color.

Carrot cakes.

Next to the cakes was a stack of handwritten recipe booklets, all the dishes researched since his arrival.

Yuan Ni’s culinary skills were excellent. After noticing Wei Tingxia didn’t like overly sweet or greasy food, Yuan Ni had been meticulously refining the recipes. This stack of booklets might not be valuable, but it expressed gratitude well enough.

“Pretty cute.”

Wei Tingxia put the booklets into the cabinet. Before he could straighten up, he felt a shadow approaching from behind.

His expression unchanged, he confirmed the items were placed properly, then spun around without a word and threw a punch. At the same time, he drove his knee upward. The intruder was prepared and dodged the fist, but Wei Tingxia was too fast—the knee still landed solidly, forcing him back several steps.

At the same time, the lights brightened, illuminating the two people in the shadows.

Wei Tingxia narrowed his eyes and looked at the intruder without surprise, lowering his voice to curse, “Are you sick?”

“I’m sick again.”

The star pirate who took the hit simply leaned against the wall. From a distance, he grinned at Wei Tingxia. “Miss me?”

Yeah, miss blowing you up.

Wei Tingxia didn’t voice his thought and just continued, “Was that attack a few days ago your doing?”

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Wei Tingxia was about to get engaged, Ilias died, and less than a day after Ilias’s death, Yan Xinfeng appeared as an omega, perfectly filling the marriage alliance gap.

“Yeah,” Yan Xinfeng nodded in admission. “My handiwork.”

“You—!”

No wonder they could sleep together. Every time Wei Tingxia thought he was bold enough, Yan Xinfeng would pull off some wondrous feat that made him realize there were always people greater beyond.

Wei Tingxia blinked, trying to sort out his thoughts, but Yan Xinfeng’s omega pheromones wafted over in wisps, disturbing him. He spun in place twice, irritably kicked out once more, then walked into the living room without looking back and sat on the sofa.

“What’s with your pheromones? How’d they turn into omega?” he asked. Then he felt that wasn’t the point. “No, first explain how you became Vanderveel’s son.”

Yan Xinfeng smiled and followed behind him. “Mad?”

Wei Tingxia said sternly, “Don’t grin like an idiot. Answer seriously!”

Now it really felt like interrogating a criminal.

Yan Xinfeng raised his hands in surrender. “He does have a child lost outside, but not an omega—just a beta. I made a deal with him and borrowed his genetic info.”

“Then what’s with your pheromones?”

Wei Tingxia wrinkled his nose, suddenly grabbed Yan Xinfeng and pulled him close, pressing against his neck to sniff hard. Sure enough, he detected a faint chemical agent scent.

“Took two shots of camouflage agents,” Yan Xinfeng explained calmly. “I have people in the testing agency, so it went smoothly.”

Wei Tingxia released his hand, but Yan Xinfeng didn’t move. Instead, he shifted into a more comfortable position and continued lounging contentedly on his lap.

“Vanderveel’s a bunch of blind fools too.”

Yan Xinfeng said, “He wants to ally with the imperial family too badly, so he overlooked all the issues.”

“What about Ilias?”

“Just convenient,” Yan Xinfeng said. “In Vanderveel’s whole family, probably only those two steps at the door are clean.”

He hadn’t killed them all because he needed to keep them alive to marry Wei Tingxia. Once the marriage was done, he’d toss them all into a meat grinder.

Wei Tingxia was amused. The night deepened, and the few sips of wine from earlier turned into a dizzying buzz. He looked down at the puppy pillowed on his lap, then leaned back into the sofa.

His fingers unconsciously reached forward, threading through the hair, lightly tapping Yan Xinfeng’s forehead. Like petting a dog, he slowly rubbed with lazy pressure.

Wei Tingxia exhaled, a strange sense of relaxation spreading through his chest.

Since returning to Capital Star, this was the first time he completely emptied his mind. No need to consider those heavy burdens—he simply immersed himself peacefully in this rare silence, waiting for it to naturally fade.

Part of him didn’t even want to delve into the reason for this change. He only knew Yan Xinfeng was by his side now. If anyone wanted to kill him, they’d have to pierce Yan Xinfeng’s heart first.

They enjoyed a dozen minutes of quiet peace like this before Wei Tingxia remembered something. “How’s the military district?”

“Lin Wensi is wrapping up,” Yan Xinfeng’s voice was equally languid and drawn out. He buried his face in Wei Tingxia’s abdomen, sniffing and nuzzling like some large canine, his voice muffled as a result. “Blue Nail Ship… big discovery, so I came.”

“Hm?” Wei Tingxia lowered his head slightly, tone calm. “Explain.”

“Meaning, its source is right here, near Capital Star.” Yan Xinfeng turned his face a bit, the half-exposed eye sharp in the dim light. “I sifted out coordinates and checked personally. The people had already pulled out, but the mess wasn’t fully cleaned. I found some things there.”

“What things?”

“Discarded experiment logs, and a lot of dead experimental subject skeletons. Alphas, betas, omegas—all genders.”

Yan Xinfeng’s fingertip unconsciously traced his leg, his voice sinking. “The bones had unnatural wear and mutation marks. Some had their physiology forcibly twisted into something bizarre. More crucially, near those bones and in the lab waste, we detected a special substance residue.”

He paused, his breath brushing Wei Tingxia’s clothing.

“That residue’s composition matched the unknown substance from the Blue Nail Ship’s core fragments exactly in spectral features. The source is here.”

“So I came.”

Wei Tingxia opened his eyes, a chill rising in his heart.

Yan Xinfeng was still fumbling in confusion, relying on instinct and scant clues, but Wei Tingxia had already reached the end from those few words, looking back from afar.

He had never forgotten the sudden high fever and agony on the eve of his coming-of-age ceremony. It felt like an icy blade stabbing into his abdomen, slicing and twisting, barbarically shaping an organ that shouldn’t exist from a mass of flesh and blood.

The fever burned through his consciousness. On the verge of blacking out, Wei Tingxia instinctively knew something was wrong, but back then, his best choice was to run.

So he escaped Wei Heng’s pursuit, left Capital Star for three full years, and during that time stabilized his condition and understood the chaos from back then.