How could an omega be so fickle?

The few seconds of Meng Han slapping Oily President were turned into a looping meme GIF that spread rapidly online.

Before long, related topics and trending searches appeared on Weibo-

#Nobody actor takes on domineering CEO#

#Special assistant teaches him everything and nobody actor finally grows a spine#

#What happens when you offend your financial backer#

#Does the nobody actor need our support#

The comments section was buzzing.

[Goofball calling dumbass: Oily President didn't deserve to die, but that slap really hit me right in the heart!]

[A little blood in the rear: Just a passerby. I never felt anything about Meng Han before, but after watching the variety show, I suddenly like him?]

[I'm coal I'm dark: If they dare shelve Hanhan, I'll storm his company's official Weibo and curse them out for three days and nights!]

[Was all your IQ spent on being cute: The whole point is to straighten out variety shows. So what if he slaps a domineering CEO? If they can't handle this little bit of entertainment, they might as well cancel the show!]

[...]

Nobody had expected the obscure actor, previously scorned as a bootlicker, to suddenly see public opinion swing in his favor.

His agent was still in the dark. Seeing that he had not only ignored his advice but even gone berserk and hit someone on the variety show,

the agent's blood pressure shot up in anger. Not daring to delay, he hurriedly called the director. "Director Meng, I'm truly sorry. We failed to manage our artist properly and let him cause such a huge mess."

"Rest assured, we'll handle the aftermath properly, have him apologize publicly online, and do everything we can to minimize the impact."

"Handle it?" Director Meng kept his eyes on the chart, where the show held firmly in first place, and smiled distractedly. "Handle what?"

The agent froze. "Meng Han... of course."

Director Meng said, "Meng Han did quite well. You really should reward him."

"I'm considering working with him on my next variety show."

The agent doubted his own ears. "Director Meng, did I hear you correctly?"

"Playing weak at first, then taking down the big guys." Director Meng suddenly sighed in admiration. "That idea of yours was brilliant. The entertainment value shot right up!"

"Keep up his current persona. I reckon Meng Han could get pretty popular."

"Huh?" The agent still couldn't believe it and deliberately emphasized, "Director Meng, he didn't hit just anyone. That was President Chen! A top-tier alpha!"

Director Meng smiled. "Hitting anyone else might not have had the same effect."

The agent said, "..."

Fine. This world has gone so crazy I barely recognize it anymore.

The product placement assignment was scheduled for before dinner.

Carrying the shampoo, Chen Bei knocked on Luo Ergou's door.

Within a few seconds, the door opened, and the fresh scent of body wash drifted out.

Seeing Luo Ming's soaking-wet hair, Chen Bei froze. "You showered?"

"Yeah."

Shouldn't I do a little preparation before an in-depth exchange of pheromone scents?

Luo Ming curved his lips into a wicked, languid smile. "I was about to dry my hair. I didn't expect you so early. Getting impatient?"

As he spoke, he leaned sideways against the door to make room. His bathrobe hung loosely from his shoulders, half revealing the firm, sexy contours of his chest, his healthy wheat-colored skin leaving endless room for imagination.

[Slurp, slurp. Gotta say, that Top Alpha has a first-rate body! He looks so sexually charged!]

[Pfft, he even showered? What's going on in Luo Ergou's head? Does he really think Assistant Chen came to bang him?]

[Haha, bet Ergou's going to cry in a minute! After all, hair that's already been washed doesn't need washing again!]

Sure enough, Chen Bei showed no intention of entering. Tilting his head, he said, "Since you've already showered, I'll find someone else."

He turned to leave, only for Luo Ming to dart forward and catch his wrist.

"Someone else? Who else do you want? Taking a shower got in the way?!"

Does Assistant Chen prefer the all-natural scent?!

Did I fucking go to all that trouble for nothing?!

"Who else?" Chen Bei thought for a moment with a slight furrow in his brow. "Either the Third Young Master or the Fourth Young Master."

Although they hadn't had many lines and their sleaziness hadn't shown itself yet, judging by their character profiles, they were worth a try.

"No!" Luo Ming pulled him back. "You can only come to me!"

How could an omega be so fickle?

Whoever you like, whoever you choose, you have to stick with him to the end!

Chen Bei raised his face, looking hesitantly at the wet black hair. "If we wash it again, I don't know whether the sponsor would agree."

"They agree!" Luo Ming declared firmly, then belatedly frowned a second later. "What sponsor?!"

Chen Bei raised the shampoo in his hand. "Director Meng's assignment. Wash a domineering CEO's hair and read the ad copy."

Luo Ming said, "..."

So you only see me as a tool?

You're not interested in my pheromones?

Fucking hell...

[Hahaha, look at Luo Ergou's face! He looks like he's been royally screwed!]

[The truth is always cruel, and our job is to find sweet moments in that cruel truth!]

[Think about it, Ergou. Why did Assistant Chen come straight to you instead of anyone else? Doesn't that prove you're useful?!]

[Exactly, exactly! You might be the first person to enjoy a hair wash performed entirely by Assistant Chen's own hands!]

"If you don't want to, forget it. I'll find someone else."

When Luo Ming remained silent for ages, Chen Bei tried to pull his hand free, only for the grip to tighten instead.

"I didn't say I didn't want to."

"Come in."

With a slight tug, Luo Ming pulled him into the room.

The motion was so practiced, as though it had happened before.

"Where are we washing it?" He let go. The lingering warmth in his palm burned too hot to ignore, and his voice grew a little huskier. "The bathroom?"

Chen Bei nodded. "Let's do it there. There's running water, and it's spacious."

"You're washing it yourself?" Luo Ming's gaze slid down to his fair, slender hands. "Then do a good job. Don't half-ass it."

"Mm, don't worry." Chen Bei rolled up his sleeves. "Hand-scrubbed. Baldness guaranteed."

[Haha, the sponsor won't like that! They want to remove oil and dandruff, not hair!]

[What's it like for a Top Alpha to go bald? Use Bawang for hair loss!]

Luo Ming stood nearly 1.9 meters tall. When he stuck his head into the sink, his back bowed, and even the spacious bathroom felt a little too cramped to move in.

Luckily, Chen Bei was tall and slender too, standing over 1.8 meters with long arms and legs. With his sleeves rolled above his elbows, he extended his fair arms, one hand fitting neatly around the hair on the Top Alpha's head.

"Ready?"

"Mm."

For some reason, Luo Ming felt a little nervous, and his body tensed.

When soft fingertips lightly brushed his gland, he involuntarily let out a trembling sound. "Mmph-"

"Don't touch me there!"