If this is your little ploy to attract me, then you win!

[Honestly, Assistant Chen really has the goods. His face and figure are top-tier, more naturally blessed than some popular celebrities. What a shame he hasn't debuted.]

[Is this variety show only getting one season? Just thinking about it ending and having to say goodbye to Assistant Chen makes my heart bleed.]

[You up there, no depressing talk! How could the show end? The Oily President hasn't even been degreased yet!]

[Exactly, exactly. Assistant Chen will always be with us. Amen!]

Director Meng stared thoughtfully at the live comments, then turned to his assistant. "What are the audience voting results?"

"Assistant Chen is still far in the lead," the assistant reported honestly.

Director Meng pulled a long face. "Can't we get a domineering CEO? It'd make product placement easier."

The assistant leaned over curiously. "What product, Director?"

"Oil-control anti-dandruff shampoo." Director Meng sighed. "How could the clean, fresh Assistant Chen possibly endorse..."

"Wait!"

His eyes lit up. "I've got it!"

"Have Assistant Chen use the special shampoo to wash a domineering CEO's hair!"

The assistant gave him a thumbs-up. "Best idea of the year!"

Director Meng was just about to find the planner when his phone rang again. He glanced down and smugly swiped to answer.

"Oh, Director Wang! What brings you to call little old me?"

"Thank you, thank you. Going viral was all luck. The patron saint of our profession was looking out for me."

"Assistant Chen? Does he have time in his schedule for a dating show?"

"That I don't know. You'd have to ask him."

"His contact details? I'm afraid I can't share those right now."

"Sure, sure, definitely next time!"

After hanging up, Director Meng spat.

"Who does he think he is, trying to poach my people?!"

"Forgot how you stepped on me to climb your way up?!"

Seeing Chen Bei heading indoors, Luo Chen sneered behind him. "What, scared? It's not too late to be afraid now."

"A regulation round of golf takes at least four to five hours." Chen Bei didn't look back. "We don't have that much time to waste. We'll compete on the simulators."

"They're connected online anyway, so we'll get the results immediately."

Luo Chen curled his lips. "Fine. You'll lose faster and spare yourself the agony."

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Ming and said mockingly, "Little brother, your department's special contribution award this year might end up in my pocket."

"Don't cry when it happens. I'll give you a share."

Luo Ming said, "Win first, then talk."

Assistant Chen had never lost, and he seemed so determined to win this time... It really was hard to say who would win.

His deep gaze unconsciously followed that clean, fair profile.

He marveled inwardly, How many more surprises are there about this formerly quiet, reserved executive assistant that I don't know about?

Soon, they stood before the indoor golf simulators.

Chen Bei set the machines to individual competition mode, then linked the two machines online.

The tense atmosphere drew quite a crowd.

Old Luo Third and Old Luo Fourth were among them. They exchanged a glance.

What's going on? A showdown for true love?

Who are they fighting over?

Meng Han?

Even two omegas have a shot together these days?

Qin Yufan and Meng Han also arrived. Seeing the two men warming up in front of the simulators, they were equally puzzled.

"Has Luo Chen finally had enough of Assistant Chen and decided to teach him a lesson?"

Qin Yufan muttered under his breath, then glanced at Meng Han and said with a laugh, "Looks fun. Why don't we play a round too?"

"Me?" Meng Han quickly shook his head. "No, I don't know how to play at all."

"That's fine. I'll give you a two-round handicap," Qin Yufan urged. "We're already here. Let's just play for fun."

"If you want to enter high society, golf is an essential way to socialize."

He winked at Meng Han. "You wouldn't want to embarrass Luo Chen, would you?"

Meng Han said, "..."

Why wouldn't I?

I want to embarrass the hell out of him!

He cursed inwardly, but still looked timid, until someone ahead called his name. "Meng Han-"

Meng Han looked toward the voice and saw Luo Chen, his lips curved in a confident smile.

He condescendingly beckoned to Meng Han. "Come here. You're on my team."

"I'll lead you to victory."

Meng Han said, "..."

Victory, my ass.

Can't you fucking get lost?!

"N-no, thanks. I'll team up with Assistant Chen."

With a bashful smile, he walked over to Chen Bei, only for the latter to sweep him with a cold glance. "Hmm? You want me to split the money?"

Startled, Meng Han hurriedly said, "Absolutely not! Assistant Chen, I don't want any money!"

[Hahaha, such a strong survival instinct! You know money is Assistant Chen's lifeblood, huh?!]

[Oily President, shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Why does Han avoid you like the plague?!]

[I'm dying. He'll absolutely never reflect. He'll think it's a ploy to play hard to get!]

Sure enough, Luo Chen curled his lips. "Omega, if this is your little ploy to attract me, then..."

"You win."

[Yep, that's exactly his insufferable routine!]

Seeing his opportunity, Qin Yufan immediately walked over to Luo Chen. "Luo Chen, I'll team up with you."

"Two against two will be fairer."

Luo Chen neither agreed nor disagreed, his hawklike gaze fixed firmly on Meng Han.

He couldn't understand.

This delicate omega should clearly be seeking my protection.

How had he suddenly grown so defiant?!

"Sure." Chen Bei smiled. "As long as you can afford it."

"One hundred thousand a round."

Qin Yufan was stunned. "One hundred thousand?"

"Isn't that gambling?"

Chen Bei frowned. "This is a competitive game. How is it gambling? If you can't afford to lose, you can leave."

"Who says I can't afford to lose?" Qin Yufan bluffed. "I'm just worried such high stakes will get the livestream banned."

Hearing that losing one round would cost a hundred thousand, Meng Han also began having second thoughts. He went over to Chen Bei and whispered, "Assistant Chen, maybe I should withdraw. You'd have a better chance of winning alone."

"They're all trash. What are you scared of?" Chen Bei raised an eyebrow. "I'll carry you to victory."

[So satisfying! I love Assistant Chen's indiscriminate mockery!]

[Hahaha, someone left the trash can lid open, and now garbage is blowing everywhere!]

[Oh no, President Chen's face has gone green again!]

Luo Chen ground his back teeth and snorted. "Assistant Chen, you'll be crying soon enough!"

Chen Bei said, "Cut the crap. Let's start."

As he spoke, he pressed the simulator's controls, gripped his club with both hands, and took his stance.

His form was impeccable, no different from a professional player's. Then he swung gracefully, chanting as he did.

"Boss..."

"Fuck you!"

The instant the words escaped his mouth, the livestream audience burst out laughing.

[Hahaha, fuck! Did he accidentally swear out loud what he was really thinking?!]

[Beautiful shot! You can tell he was aiming straight at his boss's forehead!]

[Look! President Chen's face has gone from green to black!]