If He Wasn't in Love with Me, What Was It?!

No, dude!

Erguotou?

What top-tier alpha had such a ridiculous pheromone scent?!

Standing at the back of the elevator, Luo Ming laughed in exasperation, his lips curving more wickedly. "Want to take a sniff yourself and see if that's what I smell like?"

"I wouldn't mind going back to your room for a private chat."

Chen Bei walked into the elevator expressionlessly and pressed the floor button as he turned around. "Sure."

"Wait for me. I'll come by later."

Luo Ming froze at that. "..."

He was actually coming?

So he really was interested?

He wanted to make the first move?

Then shouldn't I get something ready?

Take a shower? Set up a candlelit dinner?

Wait, setting the mood wouldn't be convenient on a variety show, would it?

How about...

Mulling things over, he walked out of the elevator and instinctively glanced back before the steel doors closed.

Just then, Chen Bei raised his face, his beautiful, clear eyes shining behind his black-rimmed glasses, and easily caught him looking.

Luo Ming awkwardly turned his face away and coughed twice. "Ahem, then I'll wait-"

Before he could finish, the elevator doors closed completely.

Luo Ming stood there, considered it for a second, then suddenly curled his lips. "Is he shy? He was so bold just now."

"So it was all an act."

In an excellent mood, he began whistling and headed straight for the kitchen. Seeing Luo Chen gulping down water beside the refrigerator, he smiled. "What are you doing, bro?"

"Drinking some ice water to cool off," Luo Chen said fiercely.

Fuck, if I didn't cool off, I'd die of anger!

Luo Ming went to the liquor cabinet beside him, took out a bottle of whiskey, poured some into a glass, added a few ice cubes, and brought it to his lips. "Bro, you can't force feelings. You'd better let things take their course."

"How does that saying go? Oh, right. When you bloom, the breeze will come."

Wasn't I the perfect example?

I didn't have to do anything.

Assistant Chen came to me himself.

Luo Chen shot him a sidelong glance. "Where'd you get that crappy inspirational quote? Have internet memes rotted your brain lately?"

"No, no, no." Luo Ming wagged a finger back and forth in front of Luo Chen's eyes. "This is personal experience, not some crappy inspirational quote."

The cameraman stood right beside them and captured their conversation for the livestream.

The chat livened up.

[Look how smug Ergou is. Does he actually think Assistant Chen is coming to see him later because he's into him?]

[Ahahaha, pfft! Will Ergou cry if he finds out it's about product placement?!]

[Nope! With those domineering CEO brothers' powers of imagination, Ergou will definitely think: Why did Assistant Chen come specifically to me instead of anyone else?! If he isn't in love with me, what is it?!]

[Hahahaha, the person above nailed it!]

Meng Han ran back to his room and locked the door, afraid someone would get worked up and come seeking revenge.

He sat trembling in a corner of the bed, his fists unconsciously clenched, yet his eyes were full of excitement.

I'd finally cursed him out and said what was on my mind.

One word.

Amazing, amazing, amazing!

So having no manners could make my glands feel this unblocked. Even the lemon scent wasn't as sour anymore!

Just as he was getting excited, his phone suddenly rang.

Looking down and seeing that it was his manager, Meng Han immediately grew uneasy.

He hesitated for a long time before swiping to answer and timidly saying, "Hello?"

Sure enough, a torrent of abuse came through the receiver. "Meng Han, are you out of your mind? You actually dared to curse out your financial backer?!"

"He owns half the shares in our company. He's the top of upper management!"

"You should be fucking falling over yourself to suck up to him, and you dared call him a dumbass in public?!"

"Do you even want to stay in showbiz?!"

"Go apologize right now, or don't even think about getting another opportunity!"

Without giving Meng Han any chance to explain, his manager abruptly hung up.

A deathly silence fell over the room. Nothing moved for a long time, and even his breathing was extremely faint.

His manager's threats were like a hammer, repeatedly pounding the omega's fragile nerves.

He bit down hard on his lower lip, bringing blood to the pale flesh.

The camera captured the scene for the livestream, and the chat guessed what had happened.

[Did his manager just chew him out? Hanhan's about to cry!]

[As far as I know, the Luo Group has controlling stakes in quite a few entertainment companies. This is probably upper management putting pressure on Meng Han!]

[Boohoo, my heart hurts for him. Do nobodies really have no rights? They get yelled at just for saying a few words?]

[Of course. What agency's artists would dare say whatever they wanted on camera? If they get sued, isn't the company stuck footing the bill?!]

[Oh, give me a break. What company has ever taken the fall for its artists?! Don't they immediately wash their hands of them whenever something happens?!]

Meng Han wiped the corners of his eyes, then climbed off the bed, opened the door, and walked out.

The hallway surveillance camera captured his hesitant, weak demeanor with perfect clarity.

[Is he going to apologize?]

[Nooo, he'd finally grown a backbone!]

[Where's Assistant Chen? Hurry up and come help Hanhan!]

[Ah, most of the time, you're better off relying on yourself than asking others. No one can help you forever.]

[That's true...]

Bang, bang, bang.

Someone knocked on the domineering CEO's bedroom door.

A dozen seconds later, his haughty, aloof figure appeared, his lips still curled in that contemptuous arc.

"What are you doing here?"

"Want to apologize to me?"

"You'd better be sincere!"

"Maybe I'll..."

Meng Han abruptly raised his head, swung his arm, and slapped the domineering CEO across the left cheek. "Sorry, I forgot to give you this big fucking slap earlier."

His meticulously combed hair fell into complete disarray. As he whipped his head back around, a few disheveled strands hung pathetically over his forehead. Luo Chen covered his face in disbelief, his eyes wide.

"Meng Han, have you gone crazy?! Didn't the company make things clear to you?!"

"I'm your financial backer! All your opportunities depend on me!"

"It's bad enough that you won't apologize, but you actually dared to hit me?!"

Meng Han tugged at the corner of his mouth. "That's right, I hit you. Have the company shelve me if you've got what it takes!"

"What fucking financial backer? Worst comes to worst, I'll quit showbiz!"

After delivering those harsh words, he turned and left.

He left the sleazy domineering CEO standing there in disarray.

Only after a long while did Luo Chen find his voice and shriek hysterically at his retreating figure.

"You-you'll regret this!"

"Sooner or later, you'll come begging on your knees!"

Meng Han couldn't be bothered with threats like that and continued walking back. After barely two steps, he saw Chen Bei leaning against the wall, watching him with an impassive expression.

He scratched his head sheepishly. "Assistant Chen, sorry you had to see that. Actually, I..."

"Good performance. Keep it up." Chen Bei took a sip of yogurt, looking entirely unbothered by the trouble unfolding before him.

Meng Han sighed deeply. "I doubt I'll get to keep it up."

That slap just now had thoroughly offended his financial backer.

His manager would probably deliver an ultimatum soon.

He wasn't far from having to leave the variety show.

At that thought, he lifted his head again and made an effort to smile. "Assistant Chen, thank you for all your help lately. If I get the chance, I'll definitely repay you!"

"Mm." Chen Bei nodded. "Give him a few more slaps, and we'll call it repayment."

The domineering CEO's roar immediately rang out.

"Assistant Chen, who the fuck pays your salary-"

[Hahaha, he's even swearing now. President Chen really has lost it!]