If I Don't Give Him a Negative Score, I Came Here for Nothing

Luo Ming couldn't understand it. His gland was covered by a blocking patch, and he had already injected a suppressant, so why was he still so sensitive?

That light brush alone had sent a tingling itch through his heart, making him want to release...

"What are you being so fussy about?" Chen Bei's cool voice rang out. "If you're not getting it washed, I'm leaving."

He was about to withdraw his hand when Luo Ming urgently interrupted him. "Wait!"

"What do you mean, leaving?"

"You're already here!"

"Wash it!"

"I won't make another sound!"

Chen Bei rolled his eyes slightly. "That's more like it."

[Hahahaha, fuck! He's got Ergou completely under his thumb!]

[I have a question. Can alphas be scared of their spouses too?]

[Are you discriminating? Why divide things into domestic and outside roles?! We Big Omegas can take on the outside world too, okay?!]

[Assistant Chen's hands are so pale, with such long, slender fingers. Sliding into his hair... they look so sexy!]

[Ergou, you lucky bastard, you've landed yourself something good. Just watching makes me want to crawl into the screen!]

[Aaaaaah, my hand fetish can't take this! I love you, Assistant Chen!]

His hair was already very wet, so it only needed a quick soak under the faucet.

Chen Bei poured shampoo onto his hair and gently worked it in. Rich white lather instantly formed, contrasting with the black hair in a different kind of beauty. "Use Green Yang, let your heart soar."

"Grease disappears without a trace."

"Wash for better health."

Luo Ming: "..."

The live comments: "..."

[Guys, why does that last slogan sound familiar? Could it be...]

[Yes! Exactly! Hahahaha, I'm dying. Assistant Chen knows how to mash up advertising memes!]

[Hahaha, we can't see Ergou's expression, but his stiff back is radiating speechlessness!]

Behind the monitor, Director Meng: "..."

Will the advertiser come beat me up?

Heaven knows,

Assistant Chen definitely changed those lines himself!

Even after his hair had been blown dry, Luo Ming was still standing in a daze before the bathroom mirror.

Were all omegas' hands this soft? I really want to squeeze them.

He's so practiced at washing hair. Has he washed someone else's before?

Could he have dated an alpha?

Who could possibly deserve Assistant Chen?

Besides me!

And was that touch to my gland just now deliberate teasing?

Was he trying to draw out my pheromones?

Good thing I held out.

Otherwise, if my scent had escaped, wouldn't he have...

While the second young master was still imagining things with a goofy chuckle, Chen Bei had already left the bedroom and was checking his bank balance. Discovering that the advertising commission had arrived, he immediately curled his lips.

The cameraman beside him saw this and couldn't help asking curiously, "Assistant Chen, I heard your salary is already very high. Why..."

Are you still so obsessed with money?!

Chen Bei lifted his eyes. "Do you think you have too much money?"

Thinking you had too much money in a world with this ABO setting, where the wealth gap was enormous and any random reason could leave someone bankrupt?

You'd have to be either sick in the head or kicked in it by a donkey!

He hadn't forgotten how the cannon fodder nobody cared about in the original novel had been abandoned by society and died destitute in a rented room...

"N-no, I don't," the cameraman stammered.

"I'm Money-Oriented." Chen Bei curved his lips. "Money sitting quietly in my own account gives me the greatest sense of security. If someone pushes you, drives you, and makes you work like a beast of burden without paying you, I think you should give them a couple of slaps."

"And ask if they think this is a fucking game!"

[Well said! Those capitalists who keep telling you to contribute while being stingy about paying you are just begging to be slapped!]

[Boohoo, Assistant Chen has such solid values! Speaking up for us beasts of burden! We refuse to be the silent generation. We have to dare to fight back!]

[I'm Money-Oriented too! Top-tier alphas can all get in line! Making money is what really matters!]

[After hearing Assistant Chen, I suddenly saw the light. I'm charging into the office right now to slap my boss twice! Ptooey! Evil capitalism!]

Hearing this, Director Meng instinctively covered his face with both hands and turned to ask his assistant, "All the overtime pay has been paid, right? Don't leave any outstanding."

If Assistant Chen caught him, he'd get beaten!

At dinner, Chen Bei stood before the LED screen, picked up the little yellow duck megaphone, and cleared his throat. "Now I'll announce who came last on today's feedback forms..."

Hearing this, Director Meng hurriedly spoke into his walkie-talkie. "Assistant Chen, why are you announcing last place first?!"

Weren't we supposed to build suspense?!

Isn't this way too efficient?!

Chen Bei moved the megaphone away and spoke into his microphone. "They're serving my favorite braised pork tonight."

Who the fuck had time to build suspense?!

Director Meng: "..."

He wanted to make a couple more attempts to argue, but the result had already appeared on the screen.

"In last place," Chen Bei said rapidly, "is Luo Chen."

Someone slammed the table and shot to his feet. "Why is it me again?!"

"Assistant Chen, even deliberately targeting me should have its limits!"

"Taking bribes and manipulating the results is a major taboo in this industry!"

"Are you really going to force me to fire you and have you completely blacklisted?"

Luo Chen glared with practiced ease, condescendingly raising an arm to point at him. His tone was impassioned, as though he were finally venting a bellyful of anger.

Chen Bei smiled faintly and was just about to speak when a languid voice beside him beat him to it. "Brother, does this mean you agree to let Assistant Chen transfer departments?"

"I wouldn't mind taking him."

"Shall we notify HR today?"

Luo Chen whipped his head around. "Why do you have to stick your nose into everything?!"

"Dream on. Even if I don't want Assistant Chen, he wouldn't..."

"I would," Chen Bei interrupted. "As long as the pay and benefits are better, never mind transferring departments, I'd even change companies."

Luo Chen choked. "You-"

Chen Bei pulled out the feedback forms and continued, "Since President Chen questions the results, I'll read out the aunties' comments."

An ominous feeling suddenly rose in Luo Chen again. "That really won't be necessary-"

"Oily President is a good-hearted boy, but he loves forcing compliments. One or two are fine, but too many just sound fake."

"My face is clearly covered in wrinkles, but he asked me where I'd had cosmetic work done, saying the results were fantastic."

"I clearly have a barrel waist, but he said my weight loss was so successful, I was as slim as an eighteen-year-old."

"I'm clearly short, but he actually held up a golf club to compare and said, 'Auntie, you're taller than the golf club! What a standard height!'"

"If that isn't blatant mockery, what is?!"

"Don't any of you stop me. If I don't give him a negative score, I came here for nothing!"

After Chen Bei finished his vivid reading, the dining room fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Half a second later, wild laughter erupted all around. Even the crew on-site couldn't hold it in.

"Hahahaha, brother, you're a real talent!"

"You have to teach me those complimenting skills next time!"

"As expected of President Chen. Even when it comes to absurdity, he won't lose to anyone!"

"Absolutely fucking legendary-"