You started this fire, so put it out yourself...

Director Meng hadn't expected an ordinary dinner banquet to be plagued by so many incidents.

Several times, he had even felt that things had gotten too big, affected too many people, and stirred up too strong a storm of public opinion,

and considered stopping filming, only to drop the idea when he saw the follower count shooting up.

The assistant beside him leaned over. "Director, we've called two ambulances tonight, the police have been dispatched three times, and now we've caught someone drugging a drink..."

"If we keep filming, will the platform ban us?"

Director Meng lifted his eyelids. "The cameras aren't just for decoration. Since these tycoons have no qualms about putting on a genuine performance, what are we afraid of? Worst case, we'll clarify that it was all for the show."

"Even if we trend, I'm not worried. They'll be more anxious than I am, after all. They'll definitely pay to hush it up."

"True." The assistant scratched his head, then suddenly remarked, "Assistant Chen really is something. He handles this bunch of difficult people with such ease."

Director Meng looked thoughtful, then picked up his walkie-talkie. "Stay on Assistant Chen. Don't miss a single shot!"

After dispersing the VIPs gathered around to watch, Chen Bei lowered his eyes and asked the omega slumped on the floor, sobbing bitterly, "What drug did you use?"

"J-just something that brings on heat or a rut early." After Old Luo Fourth's legal education session (threats of violence), the omega was scared out of his wits, his voice trembling. "B-believe me, it was a very small dose. It definitely won't cause any physical harm!"

"Did someone put you up to it?" Chen Bei continued.

The omega shook his head firmly. "No!"

"Why target Meng Han?" Chen Bei narrowed his eyes.

Jealousy showed on the omega's face. "I just can't stand him. A third-rate celebrity who'll do anything to get ahead, using dating rumors to chase traffic..."

Before he could finish, Chen Bei waved a hand. "Hand him over to the police."

"You got it!" The burly security guard hoisted up the small, spiteful omega and strode out of the villa.

Chen Bei looked at Luo Chenghai, who was still standing there in a daze. "Where's your eldest brother?"

"He's in the bedroom receiving treatment with suppressants. There shouldn't be any major problems for now."

Luo Chenghai adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. He finally had a chance to be alone with Chen Bei, and he wanted to seize it. "Assistant Chen, if I return to the country, I'll establish a legal department. You-"

"Where are you going?!"

"To check on that sneaky bastard." A trace of irritation colored Chen Bei's cool voice. "Is he sick in the head? If he's stopping someone from drinking, does he have to drink it himself?"

"Couldn't he have poured it away, tossed it out, or splashed it back?"

"With that IQ, who else would fall for it if not him?"

[I was just marveling at how deeply in love the domineering CEO was. After hearing Assistant Chen, I suddenly grew a brain?!]

[I'm getting a little conspiratorial here. Do you think they're being forced to follow a plot? Like they have to stick to a script?]

[You mean the variety show is scripted?]

[No way, no way. Wasn't authenticity their whole selling point when they promoted it?]

[Pfft, they all advertise that way. I've never seen a Production Crew actually deliver!]

Seeing the comments from behind his monitor, Director Meng hurriedly raised a hand and swore by the light above him, "I'm innocent! My variety show presents what happens on-site with one hundred percent accuracy!"

When Chen Bei pushed open the bedroom door, an intense cedar scent hit him in the face.

He put on his mask and quickly entered the room to search.

Sure enough, in the bathroom, he found the alpha in rut pinning Meng Han against the wall. A haughty, cold voice strained with desire followed. "Hmm? Are you a little temptress?"

"Did you come just to torment me?"

"I-I'm not." Looking past the broad, muscular back, Meng Han spotted Chen Bei at the bathroom door as though he had found a lifeline, and cried out in desperation,

"Assistant Chen, hurry up and drag this old geezer away!"

The alpha whose rut had come early gave a scornful laugh. "Trying to scare me with Assistant Chen? Heh, you think I'd be afraid?"

"Little thing, you started this fire, so put it out yourself..."

"Hiss-"

That hurt!

Luo Chen instantly went rigid and looked back in disbelief. "You actually dared to stick me?!"

[Oh my god, I could feel that through the screen. Assistant Chen really is steady, accurate, and ruthless!]

[Did you hear Meng Han call Mr. Chen an old geezer just now? Did his true feelings slip out in a crisis?]

[Assistant Chen really works hard. He just gave Luo Second Dog a shot in the butt, and now he's injecting Old Luo First in a major artery? How much are they paying him?]

[Come to think of it, Assistant Chen went easy on Second Dog. He didn't even stick him in the neck? Who'd believe there's nothing going on between them!]

[...]

At the Luo Family's old residence.

At the sight, Steward Li instinctively covered his neck. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. How much must that hurt? Sir, are you really just going to let this happen?"

Old Luo frowned in his wheelchair. "What am I supposed to do? It's his own fault for being stupid. Losing even his basic judgment over a pretty face!"

"That's true enough." Steward Li carefully watched Old Luo's expression. "But they're still your own grandsons. Can you really bear it?"

Old Luo's voice was stern. "Look how sleazy every last one of them has become! And you're asking whether I can bear it?!"

"Thank goodness for Assistant Chen. Otherwise, they'd be running wild!"

Steward Li nodded, then looked puzzled a moment later. "Sir, Assistant Chen never used to be so... Why does he suddenly seem like a different person?"

Old Luo considered it for a few seconds, then said, "Actually, I could tell long ago that Assistant Chen was ruthless at heart."

"The more faultless he is, the more it proves how meticulous and disciplined he is."

"He's only speaking so boldly now because I personally authorized him."

"Someone so loyal and unafraid of the powerful,"

"deserves to be entrusted with important responsibilities!"

Steward Li: "..." That made sense.

The banquet finally ended, and luxury cars drove away from the villa one after another.

Standing onstage, Chen Bei swept his gaze over everyone and spoke into the microphone. "Is everyone here?"

"I'll give a brief summary based on everyone's performance."

"First, the drinks area. A total of seven VIPs drank too much tonight. Three caused drunken disturbances, and four passed out."

"Next, the food area. Six VIPs smashed cakes tonight. Three were deliberately picking fights, and three were tearing into one another."

"Next is cleaning. Two VIPs threw wine tonight, four poured it away, and one smashed a glass."

"Finally, security. Tonight, you escorted out four troublemaking VIPs, accompanied three VIPs into ambulances, and caught one VIP drugging a drink."

[Pfft, what an eventful banquet. How many melodramatic novels could you uncover if you dug deeper?!]

[Isn't this exaggerated? What member of high society doesn't care about saving face? Why would they throw tantrums at a banquet?!]

[Exaggerated? Heh, that just shows your imagination is lacking. The real world of tycoons is far nastier and darker than this!]

[See the Young Masters standing below the stage? I'm seriously dying! One's holding his neck, one's holding his butt, and the other two are gloating!]

"I hereby announce that last place goes to..."

Chen Bei raised his eyes, his clear, dark gaze piercing through his lenses. "Luo Chen."

"Why is it me again?!" Luo Chen turned his stiff neck. "Assistant Chen, you have three minutes to give me a satisfactory answer!"