Who Gives a Damn If You're a Top Alpha?!

The Oily President finally felt embarrassed and slunk back to his seat.

He scanned the others, thinking, What are you all laughing at? If you're so good at compliments, you do it!

A bunch of female omegas over fifty-let's see what nice things you can come up with!

Luo Chen grumbled to himself, but when his gaze landed on someone, he suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Meng Han was laughing too? He thought this was funny?

Hah, so he was mocking me just like everyone else?!

Uh-

His smile was actually pretty nice...

At that thought, he shook his head hard, trying to shake the strange thought out of his brain, then went back to muttering, Just you wait. Sooner or later, I'll make him cry and beg for my forgiveness!

No one had any further objections to his last-place finish.

Dinner finally began.

Chen Bei picked up a piece of the braised pork he had been longing for and set it on his white rice. Sure enough, the colors looked lovely and appetizing.

He lowered his head and put it in his mouth, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Mmm, yummy!

Qin Yufan, who had been little more than background scenery, deliberately found a topic and asked with a laugh, "Assistant Chen, aren't you afraid of getting fat from eating fatty meat?"

"We omegas still need to watch our figures, or people will turn their noses up at us. Don't you agree, Meng Han?"

Meng Han, who had been about to pick up some meat, silently redirected his chopsticks toward the vegetables beside it. "Yes, that's true."

Especially for celebrities like them who worked in entertainment, a stick-thin figure was the only standard, supposedly because it looked good on camera.

It wasn't just the film crews that demanded it; their companies restricted their diets on a regular basis too.

Braised pork like this, with its enticing color and rich aroma-

He hadn't eaten it in such a long time...

Chen Bei thought nothing of it. He quickly popped two more pieces of meat into his mouth and asked indistinctly, "Why would I be afraid?"

"Who gets to decide what's fat or thin?"

"If he says I'm fat, does that make me fat?"

"Who the fuck is he?"

"..." Qin Yufan's smile froze on his face, and he suddenly had no idea how to respond.

Why wasn't this Assistant Chen following the script?!

Was there no one on the entire internet whose opinion he cared about anymore?!

The livestream chat instantly grew excited.

[Well said! Beauty standards are so warped these days. Why do we have to be thin?! We omegas look good fat too!]

[Hanhan was about to eat some meat, but after Qin Yufan steered the conversation that way, his chopsticks went straight for the garlic chrysanthemum greens. Sob, poor baby.]

[I saw a news story just a couple of days ago about a celebrity who developed depression from dieting and ended up hospitalized!]

[This world is too harsh on omegas. I'm going to be the one who stands out! I'm ordering Dongpo pork knuckle tonight! If anyone dares stop me, I'll ask them, "Who the fuck are you?!"]

[...]

Behind the monitor, Director Meng saw the comments and scrunched up his face. "What's with this Assistant Chen? Any random remark he makes can set off a flame war?"

"His influence is way too strong, isn't it?"

His assistant frowned in thought, then asked hesitantly, "Could it be because what he says really speaks to people? Because they relate to it so much?"

That question sent Director Meng into thought too. "Is that it?"

"Yes, Director." The assistant nodded emphatically. "How about our Production Crew adds some meat dishes too? Answer the call to reject warped beauty standards?"

Director Meng hesitated. "Well, it's not like we can't."

The assistant's eyes lit up. He turned around with a triumphant "yes" gesture. "Pass it on! Director Meng said we're getting extra dishes. Everyone, eat your hearts out! No dieting!"

"All right!" the staff shouted excitedly. "Thank you, Director!"

Director Meng said nothing. Why did he have the strange feeling he'd been played?

After dinner, Chen Bei sat in his chair and wiped his mouth.

Luo Chen reluctantly walked over from across the table. "Well? What's today's punishment?"

The clothes had been washed, the toilets scrubbed, the weeds pulled, and the stable swept clean.

Let's see what else you can come up with!

Chen Bei lifted his eyelids. Seeing the Oily President looking utterly oblivious to the danger he was in, he curled his lips slightly. "The punishment is simple."

"Be baby Meng Han's personal servant for the whole evening."

Meng Han, who had just sneaked some braised pork and was about to scurry away from the battlefield, froze in place and looked back in disbelief. "Me?"

"How about we don't?"

I don't want to become part of this variety-show kink play.

I'd only slapped Luo Chen this afternoon. What if he came to his senses and hit me back?

The size difference between alphas and omegas wasn't just for show. One punch could leave me on the floor, unable to get up...

Luo Chen reacted just as strongly. "Me, serve Meng Han? Have you lost your mind?"

"Do you know my status? And his?"

"Don't forget, I'm a top alpha!"

Chen Bei leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow slightly. "So what if you're a top alpha? Don't top alphas have to strain when they shit too? Don't top alphas get constipated just like everyone else?"

[Hahaha, fuck, I love Assistant Chen's mouth so much. He just keeps firing away!]

[Does this count as confirming that earlier trending topic?! The one about the wealthy CEO being constipated?!]

[He's not wrong. Who gives a damn if you're a top alpha?! Does that make you something other than human?]

[You're always ordering him around and forcing things on him. Now you get to experience what being a servant means!]

Holding the service checklist Assistant Chen had drawn up, Meng Han braced himself and walked toward the elevator.

Qin Yufan caught up from behind and said snidely, "You must be thrilled to have Luo Chen serving you, huh?"

"No." Meng Han lowered his gaze, holding his emotions in.

"Stop pretending." Qin Yufan sneered. "Isn't getting Luo Chen to notice you the whole reason you've been stirring up so much trouble?"

He deliberately stayed out of the cameras' view and lowered his voice. "Every year, there are far too many omegas like you hoping to marry their way up in the world."

"So what if you have a few new tricks?"

"When the time comes, won't a top alpha still choose an arranged marriage with someone from a matching background?"

Meng Han suddenly straightened his back and looked Qin Yufan in the eye, asking in a low, cold voice, "And? What are you trying to say?"

"That Luo Chen will be yours sooner or later?"

"Then take him."

"I've never wanted to fight over an arrogant asshole like him."

"So what are you scared of? What are you barking about?"

Qin Yufan was stunned by the retort. "You-"

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Not only do I dare talk like this, I dare hit people too." Meng Han curled his lip. "You'd better not push me into losing it!"

I might not be able to beat an alpha, but you think I can't take you?!

With that, he started to leave, only to stop as though he still hadn't vented enough. He turned toward the person beside them who had been listening for a while. "Don't wonder. You're the arrogant asshole I meant!"

"If you've got the guts, kick me off the show."

"Then at least I'll respect you as a man!"

Luo Chen said nothing. Could he get called out even without saying a word?!

[Why is this kind of fired up? It feels like an omega from the bottom has stood up for himself?!]

[Hanhan's getting braver and braver! The Oily President's getting more and more baffled!]

[Damn! That's exactly how you should shut down a fake innocent!]