He's not your wife, so what gives you the right to stop us looking?

Seeing his gold card clutched in Chen Bei's hand, the domineering CEO's haughty, pretentious expression changed. "A-Assistant Chen, why are you here?!"

He had only headed toward the third-floor guest rooms after seeing Chen Bei go discuss the banquet arrangements with the director. How had he teleported here in the blink of an eye?

Ever since Chen Bei had started watching him, he hadn't even had a chance to be alone with Meng Han... How was he supposed to show off his wealth, power, and possessiveness?!

Luo Chen was getting flustered, but Chen Bei merely straightened his expression. "A supervisor must, of course, fulfill his supervisory duties at all times, correcting the young masters' misconduct whenever and wherever it occurs."

"Extravagance, flaunting wealth, and money worship like this promote unhealthy attitudes and absolutely cannot appear on the show."

Luo Chen: "..." I'm a fucking domineering CEO. Isn't flaunting wealth perfectly normal?

[Haha, Assistant Chen sure has a way with words. You can actually see how stunned President Luo is!]

[Of course whipping out a gold card at every turn sets a bad example. Even short dramas are being cracked down on now, okay?]

[Exactly, exactly! They're specifically taking down those domineering-CEO-falls-for-me videos!]

[So cringey my toes are digging into the floor!]

"I'm confiscating the gold card. If you want it back, please see Old Luo."

Before anyone could react, Chen Bei turned with the gold card between his fingers and swiftly walked out of camera range.

The atmosphere immediately became somewhat awkward.

"Ah-" Meng Han finally broke the silence in a quiet voice. "Thank you, Yufan. With the country's economy slowing down, making money isn't easy for anyone. I'd better answer the call and keep a low profile."

Qin Yufan: "..." Was that a dig at me?

Was he just as sick in the head as Assistant Chen?

"I'm tired of watching these little tricks of yours," Luo Chen said, his lips twitching. "I'd advise you not to..."

Before he could finish, Meng Han slammed the door shut with a bang.

Luo Chen hadn't had time to close his mouth, and his raised arm hung in midair.

"...Tell me, second brother, who exactly gave him the nerve?!"

He turned his head for agreement, only to find no one beside him.

Luo Ming, where the hell have you gone now?!

[Haha, who gave him the nerve? Assistant Chen, of course!]

[The economy's slowing down, answer the call-oh man, it hasn't been easy, but little Han finally gets it!]

[Exactly! Talk back when you should. That was so satisfying!]

[Who are you looking for? Luo the second mutt? He ran off after Assistant Chen ages ago!]

Chen Bei strode into the banquet venue. After speaking with the Production Crew's staff, he headed to another room used for storing clothes.

"Wu, are these waiter uniforms newly made?" Chen Bei picked one up and held it against himself. "Will they fit them?"

Steward Wu said, "They're custom-made. They'll definitely fit."

Chen Bei nodded. The sleeves and trousers were indeed very long, suited to an alpha's tall, muscular build. Putting one on an omega a size smaller, like himself, would probably make a laughingstock of him.

That was how unfair this world was. No matter how hard ordinary betas or omegas worked out, they couldn't match an alpha's innate advantages.

Chen Bei sighed almost imperceptibly. Beside him, Steward Wu handed over another set. "Assistant Chen, this one's yours. Will you change now?"

As the head waiter for tonight's special waitstaff, Chen Bei also needed to change into a uniform. He accepted it and smiled. "Thank you, Wu."

"Go ahead and change. I'll step outside." With that, Steward Wu left the clothing room.

Hearing the door close, Chen Bei began unbuttoning his white shirt, then took it off and tossed it aside.

He looked slender and slight in clothes; only with his upper body bare did the thin layer of muscle beneath his fair skin become visible.

He looked lean rather than scrawny, with clear signs of training. Rarer still was his narrow waist, which looked as though a single hand could encircle it...

When Luo Ming followed him over, he found the door unlocked and pushed it straight open. A stretch of luminous white skin came into view. "..."

He froze slightly, standing in the doorway without moving for a long while.

The cameraman following him had no idea what was going on and thought there might be an important scene. He rose onto his toes to film inside. "President Ming, move aside-"

Luo Ming suddenly spun around and covered the lens with his long-fingered hand. "Get out."

The cameraman: "..."

The live chat: "..."

[Holy shit! Was there a naked man in that room?]

[I just saw Assistant Chen go in on another feed!]

[Was that Assistant Chen? I only caught a glimpse, but he looked pretty well-built?!]

[What's Luo the second mutt doing? He's not your wife, so what gives you the right to stop us looking?]

[Hmph! Treating us like outsiders? Watch out, we'll break up your ship!]

[Did any quick-fingered buddies get a screenshot? Assistant Chen is so fair. Slurp, slurp!]

After driving the cameraman away, Luo Ming slipped into the clothing room himself.

When he turned to look, Chen Bei had already changed into his uniform, with even his collar fastened impeccably.

A trace of regret flashed through Luo Ming's eyes, and his lips curved into a lazy smile. "Assistant Chen, you've got a nice body."

"Thank you for the compliment," Chen Bei said. "Remember to knock next time."

"All right." Luo Ming's smile turned wicked. "Remember to lock the door next time."

Chen Bei started toward the door, but as he passed Luo Ming, his wrist was caught. "Why are you helping Meng Han? Are you involved with him?"

"Why ask that? Does it have anything to do with you?" Chen Bei raised an eyebrow. "Since you love asking questions so much, go to the kitchen sometime and put some oil in a pan. See which is nastier: the spitting oil or you."

With that, he shook off the restraining hand and walked straight out of the clothing room.

Watching that slender figure leave, Luo Ming sank into thought. "..."

If I'd known Assistant Chen was this good at insulting people,

I should have snatched him up when he first applied for the job!

At seven o'clock sharp that evening.

The Luo Family's banquet officially began.

Luxury cars streamed in one after another, stopping at the villa's entrance.

Elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies stepped onto the red carpet together and headed straight toward the banquet hall.

Head waiter Chen Bei stood in the foyer, welcoming guests alongside Steward Wu.

"Welcome, Mr. Qin. Mrs. Qin, you've grown even more beautiful."

"Welcome, Young Master Wei. How is your father's health? He should be due for discharge from the hospital, shouldn't he?"

"Welcome, Miss Dong. This year's latest Paris spring collection truly shines on you!"

"Welcome, Director Lu. Are things going smoothly in your new department? If there's any work that requires the Luo Group's cooperation, please don't hesitate to ask."

"..."

Standing not far away in their uniforms, the four young masters wore unreadable expressions, each occupied with his own thoughts-

Luo Chen: I never noticed before. How is Assistant Chen so effortlessly capable?

Luo Yu: He's a formidable one. No wonder the old man relies on him so heavily!

Luo Chenghai: If I can't make him work for me, then he must be destroyed!

Luo Ming: ...Why didn't I reach out and feel him up while he had his clothes off just now, just to see how it felt?