An Uninvited Guest

In the spacious office, the quiet atmosphere was broken by the sound of the door opening.

The assistant walked in holding an iPad, tapped on a video, and placed it before Ye Qingpu.

Ye Qingpu adjusted his glasses and saw the eye-catching trending headlines:

#Popular idol suspected of secretly meeting a mysterious man

#Popular idol Jiang Jifu suspected of being kept

#Fans photographed popular idol seemingly getting into a domestic sugar daddy's car

...The video showed the entrance of Jinxiang Residence yesterday.

Ye Qingpu recognized his car at a glance. He frowned but said nothing.

"Taking down this trending topic may be difficult, Boss. The person behind it hired online trolls—three thousand keywords' worth of clicks per minute." The assistant looked troubled.

"Then leave it alone for now."

Ye Qingpu did not even look up. He had no interest in the trending topic, even though it involved him and his grandnephew.

The assistant nodded respectfully, but before long, he returned to the office with the iPad in his hands.

"Boss, the paparazzi dug up your identity."

At that, Ye Qingpu looked up and took the iPad. A new wave of trending topics had appeared:

#Popular alpha secretly meets wealthy beta

#The man keeping a boy-band idol is actually Harbor City's richest man

#Does the richest man like keeping alphas?

Ye Qingpu found it baffling. He put down the iPad and focused on reviewing his documents.

"Boss, someone captured a shot of your profile the instant Young Master Jiang got into the car. They compared it and confirmed it was you."

The assistant stood to one side, respectfully awaiting instructions.

"With eyesight and reflexes like that, recruiting them to write proposals for me might be a good idea."

After thinking it over, Ye Qingpu said this in all seriousness.

He had no intention of dealing with the matter. The internet changed quickly; perhaps today's trending topic would be pushed down by another one tomorrow.

What concerned him now was that the collaboration proposal he had submitted to the Biological Research Institute had been rejected.

Looking at the rejected electronic document and the time of rejection, Ye Qingpu smiled.

In other words, after they had finished rolling around in bed late last night, that man had not only hugged his laptop and worked into the night, but had also rejected his collaboration proposal.

Reason for rejection: Thank you for choosing us. Your company's research direction does not currently align with our institute's vision. After careful consideration, we will not be accepting this proposal. We look forward to future cooperation.

The reason was vague, but the wording was vicious.

Ye Qingpu was the type to laugh when he was speechless. He could already picture the other man looking at his sleeping face while clicking the rejection option.

"You little bastard."

He let out a soft laugh, feeling as though he had been toyed with.

He was simply annoyed.

But after giving it some thought, he realized that if the other man had approved the collaboration application, he probably would have been even more displeased. It would have felt like selling himself for glory.

Compared to that, he calmed down considerably. Still, he was genuinely interested in the current biological research projects at the institute Pei Jiaqian belonged to. Interest aside, though, the other party had already rejected him twice.

He was beginning to doubt himself. His company was clearly among the best in the country, whether in scientific innovation or technical capability.

The more Ye Qingpu thought about it, the angrier he became. He took out his phone, opened the chat window, and called without another word.

The moment the call connected, he calmly said, "You little bastard," then immediately hung up.

Back at the hospital, Pei Jiaqian stared blankly at the disconnected call screen on his computer. He soon realized Ye Qingpu had likely received the rejection letter and smiled helplessly.

He had received a collaboration request from Ye Qingpu's company while he was abroad, but he had not paid it much attention at the time. After all, hundreds of companies sent collaboration applications every day.

It was only after seeing the signature on the proposal that he carefully reviewed it.

Ye Qingpu's biological research company was indeed one of the best in both technology and scientific capability. Unfortunately, its research direction did not align with their current work...

After some thought, he took out his phone and sent a message:

"Brother, would you like to have dinner together?"

As expected, Ye Qingpu did not reply.

Pei Jiaqian guessed that he was sulking. At the thought of Ye Qingpu's puffed-up expression, he smiled unconsciously, stunning the nurse who had come to change his dressing.

But that was not the case at all.

After Ye Qingpu hung up, an uninvited guest arrived at his office.

And by uninvited guest, he meant President Wang from next door.

Wang Jing was rich and well-connected, a notorious spoiled rich second-generation heir in their circle. He had undergone a secondary differentiation into an S-rank alpha. He usually looked respectable enough, but he was actually an ultimate pervert who loved playing BDSM games. Countless omegas had been ruined in his bed.

Ye Qingpu found this man infuriating, yet there was nothing he could do. Aside from sending him flowers and gifts every few days, Wang Jing had not done anything especially outrageous.

Now, looking at the several large bouquets of red roses Wang Jing had sent over, Ye Qingpu only felt his head throbbing. The scent made him sneeze several times.

"Boss Ye, long time no see."

Wang Jing sat on the leather sofa with one leg crossed over the other, his usual teasing smile on his face.

"President Wang, long time no see. What brings you here today?"

Ye Qingpu sat up straighter, maintaining the proper social courtesy. He remembered that this man had seemingly been detained last month on suspicion of rape. How had he been released so quickly?

"I missed you, so I came to see you." Wang Jing turned the large gold ring on his hand, his hair shining slickly with pomade.

"President Wang certainly knows how to joke."

Ye Qingpu smiled politely.

"I'm not joking. I miss your slender neck, your slim waist beneath that shirt, your firm, round ass wrapped in those suit pants. I want you to blush and call my name. And I want you to beg me while panting~"

Wang Jing smiled and licked his lips.

Ye Qingpu's expression stiffened.

The assistant beside him felt physically ill and awkwardly glanced at his boss, whose smile did not reach his eyes.

"You agreed to see me, so doesn't that mean you miss me too? You have no idea how devoted I am every night when I think of you while using God's left hand. My sweet little thing, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Wang Jing rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation.

Ye Qingpu gave a soft laugh.

The more I back down, the angrier I get. If I keep enduring this, I'll have a heart attack. To hell with being polite. You motherfucker look like the festering sore on your great-grandma's frostbitten leg. I'll knock the phlegm out of your throat and stuff your mouth with dog shit from 1982. What a disgusting bastard.

Haha... Ye Qingpu removed his glasses.

"President Wang, you are certainly in high spirits. Unfortunately, I truly cannot get away from the company. We can arrange another time."

Wang Jing quietly appraised the breathtaking beauty before him, then smiled disdainfully.

"Fine—but keep my flowers. Usually, no one is worthy of such a grand declaration of affection from me. Besides, you're only a beta. Little thing, you should count yourself lucky."

"Haha, take care." Ye Qingpu remained elegant without losing his courtesy.

After Wang Jing left, the office was still filled with an instinctively nauseating pheromone scent.

To Ye Qingpu, Wang Jing was a promiscuous stray dog, throwing his weight around everywhere with his status as an S-rank alpha and the backing behind him. Over the years, no one knew how many delicate, beautiful omegas he had harmed.

"Cancel all appointments this afternoon. The company is taking an emergency half-day leave; employees can work from home. Have the cleaning company thoroughly clean every floor from ours downward, including the elevators. Remember, everything must be disinfected."

Ye Qingpu spoke without the slightest hesitation. Asking him to work in an environment still tainted with that disgusting pheromone scent would be worse than making him jump into a cesspit.

"Understood, Boss. Do you have any other arrangements?" the assistant asked.

"...No. You can get off work too. I'll call you if anything comes up."

As he spoke, Ye Qingpu picked up his briefcase and entered the elevator.

Only after confirming no one was around did he brace one hand against the elevator wall and hold his waist with the other, his face contorted in pain.

That kid Pei Jiaqian sounded so gentle... I really shouldn't expect a man's body and mind to match. An excessively reckless brute from the waist down.

The moment he stepped out of the elevator, Ye Qingpu received a call from Jiang Jifu. The other man immediately complained of being bored and asked when he would have time to go on a picnic.

After thinking about it, Ye Qingpu answered, "Right now."