He Was Nearly Fried by Electricity and Still Wouldn't Confess

Harbor City's devil joke—the untouchable Ye Qingpu had been bitten by the omega bodyguard he'd thrown out.

An even more hellish joke than that was the rumor that Ye Qingpu had been marked by an omega.

Watching the morning news report embellish the story until it was completely nonsensical, Ye Qingpu, seated on the sofa, irritably rubbed between his brows. But his emotions surged too sharply, and he covered his mouth as he gasped out two coughs.

He had clearly denied it right away.

Who in Harbor City didn't know that the treasured heir of the richest man was an inferior beta?

An inferior beta meant that Ye Qingpu was even more beta than ordinary betas. Though ordinary betas had no pheromones, couldn't be marked, and couldn't bear children, they were at least strong and healthy with hearty appetites.

But Ye Qingpu was frail, sickly, and plagued by poor health. Not only did all three of his daily meals have to follow a strict healthy diet, but even a slight chill would leave him with a cold, high fever, and half dead.

Just like those spoiled alphas in the business circle mocked him—someone only had to blow on Ye Qingpu's ear, and he would need to mix two packets of 999 Cold Remedy.

Enough was enough. Ye Qingpu hated his sickly body, hated being an inferior beta, and hated that omega who had repeatedly exploited his sympathy to harass him!

After taking a sip of milk, Ye Qingpu heard his assistant say that the man was nearly charred black and still refused to confess.

Ye Qingpu was irritated. Ye Qingpu was helpless. Ye Qingpu's fists clenched tighter and tighter, yet he only covered his mouth and coughed twice before stepping into the basement in custom-made leather shoes.

The moment the rusty iron door opened, Ye Qingpu smelled scorched protein.

He raised a hand to rub the tip of his nose, then walked unhurriedly to the edge of the ice-water pool.

The man covered in ice cubes was completely naked, stripped down to nothing but a pair of CK boxer briefs.

Half of one eye was smeared shut with blood. Though his hands and feet were bound, he did not resist. He merely stared without blinking at the enormous electronic screen before him.

When the bodyguard beside him saw Ye Qingpu, he silently nodded and stepped back two paces. This drew the man in the ice pool's displeasure. He tilted his head, his tone cool and detached.

"Move away. You're blocking the TV."

Ye Qingpu followed his gaze. The screen was currently playing a video of his speech at the company's annual gala.

"The voltage has been turned all the way up, but he still insists he's an omega."

The assistant tactfully explained from the side.

Ye Qingpu glanced at the bruises of varying sizes across the man's body. Some were from electrocution, while others had been inflicted by iron rods.

A month ago, this man had arrived at his door, carrying the weariness of wind and rain, and declared the instant he opened his mouth that he was an omega.

Ye Qingpu had merely glanced at him and calmly stated that he was a beta, so the man had come to the wrong place looking for a mate.

But the other man adamantly insisted he was an omega. Ye Qingpu had never seen such a tall omega, so he had not hurried to have the bodyguards throw him out. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe with great interest and listened as the man begged him to hire him as a bodyguard.

After hearing the man's tragic life story, Ye Qingpu had nearly cried.

He understood how difficult it was for an omega without anyone to rely on to survive in this world where the strong preyed upon the weak. Especially when the other party was still so young. Though few alphas would be interested in an omega as strong and sturdy as this man, he had been born with a stunningly beautiful face that made it impossible to distinguish male from female.

Out of sympathy, Ye Qingpu hired him. Yet he had never expected to invite a wolf into his house. The man frequently climbed into his bed in the middle of the night, intending to do something improper.

At first, Ye Qingpu had wondered why he woke each morning with weak hands and a sore mouth, and why he dreamed every night of a naked man wearing nothing but an apron, chasing him around and trying to feed him scalding hot yams.

It was not until he caught the man in the act that Ye Qingpu's face darkened, his blood rushed to his head, and he fainted.

After waking up, Ye Qingpu pinned the man down and gave him a brutal beating. He considered pressing charges, but where could a beta sue an omega for sexual harassment?

Besides, it was humiliating. Too humiliating. If the ancestors of the Ye Household learned about it, they would rise from their coffins and use the coffin lids to kick Ye Qingpu.

Ye Qingpu could only swallow the bitterness and silently grit his teeth, playing dumb.

But the man only pushed his luck further, blocking Ye Qingpu every day. Like a ghost, he would pop out from some random corner, kiss him once, then run off in a flash.

Ye Qingpu gritted his teeth. Ye Qingpu laughed in fury. Ye Qingpu had the man tied up and tossed into the ice pool, then immediately began Pavlov's dog experiment.

He wanted to use conditioned reflexes to make the man psychologically fear him. Just as dogs would reflexively salivate upon hearing a bell because they knew food was coming, he wanted this man to piss himself in terror the moment he saw Ye Qingpu's face or heard his name.

So Ye Qingpu played all kinds of commercials before the man, interspersing them with photos and videos of himself. Whenever the man's heart rate changed upon seeing Ye Qingpu's face, he would suffer physical torment.

Once someone developed fear toward another person, they naturally would not want to get close to them, much less sexually harass them.

But Ye Qingpu had underestimated the man's endurance. He did not know whether to praise him for being devoted or curse him for being stubbornly defiant. He had been electrocuted all night, the ice in the pool melting and being replenished again and again, yet he could still smile whenever he saw Ye Qingpu's picture.

"Hey, puppy. Stop smiling."

Unable to endure it any longer, Ye Qingpu braced both hands on the edge of the ice pool and looked down at him.

The man really was quite good-looking. Thick, long brows, a high nose bridge, and softer facial features. Even when he smiled, a trace of melancholy lingered on his face, giving him an unusual sort of sex appeal.

"You move away too."

The man glanced at Ye Qingpu, his eyes somewhat aggrieved. He did not look like someone being tortured. Instead, he looked like a resentful little wife sulking after an argument, unwilling to lower his head.

Ye Qingpu: ...?

Ye Qingpu said, "Is the TV better-looking than me?"

"Not as good-looking as you." The man gave a soft laugh. "But the TV won't torture me... Oh, right. Send me a copy of the photo on the screen."

Hearing that, Ye Qingpu looked up and saw the photo on the large screen: himself in a white shirt and a work harness.

"You sick pervert!"

Ye Qingpu gritted his teeth, grabbed a handful of ice, and hurled it at the man's face.

Yet the man remained unruffled, as though everything had gone exactly as expected. He only narrowed his eyes and quietly watched Ye Qingpu brace one hand against the wall, bow his head, and cough from the intensity of his emotions.

"Turn up the power! Electrocute him to death!"

Ye Qingpu pointed at the man, his face red from coughing.

The assistant hurried forward to help him catch his breath, reminding him not to get too worked up.

"Boss, if we shock him any more, he'll really be fried..."

The bodyguard gripped the voltage control switch with some difficulty.

"Fried? Let him fry! If he gets fried, I'll chop him into mince, stir-fry him, and treat you all to fried meat tonight!"

Ye Qingpu was so furious that even the hand pointing at the man trembled slightly.

He had always been used to strutting through Harbor City unchecked. The first time he had ever been humbled was by this lowly omega!

It had always been Ye Qingpu who toyed with others. Whether omega or alpha, he would never be the one who submitted. He had always looked down upon them from the position of a hunter.

But this reversal of roles made him unbearably displeased, especially when he met the man's tranquil eyes, like snow-covered mountains in April.