I may have asked casually, but I'm really not casual

[Assistant Chen plays Honor of Kings? What rank, what role? If I log in right now, can I get matched with him?!]

[That trash talk was filthy! I love it! Better take notes so I can use it on voice chat next time!]

[Won't you get reported for going off like that on voice chat? Aren't they all promoting civilized gaming now?]

[Please, who doesn't want to be civil? But when your teammates only have three skills and still manage to botch them all, don't you want to unload on them?]

[Begging online for Assistant Chen's trash-talking skills. Could he teach a special class? I'll pay tuition!]

Only after he destroyed the enemy crystal and the female voice announced victory did Chen Bei, crouched in a corner, put his phone away and stand up.

The cameraman craned his neck. "MVP again, Assistant Chen? Nice! When did you get so good?"

Chen Bei curved his lips. "During those years of being everyone's bitch."

Stifled at work, killing people in-game.

A perfect balance.

Otherwise, it was hard to imagine

how he could have gotten himself through three years of oppressive life as a special assistant.

The cameraman played Honor of Kings in his spare time too and wanted to ask for a few more tips, but a pig-slaughtering shriek from upstairs interrupted him.

"Ah-"

"Meng Han!"

"You dared to kick me?!"

"I order you to get over here and apologize right now!"

What was going on? Had a fight broken out?

Firsthand gossip-he had to film it!

The cameraman hoisted his camera and dashed back. By comparison, Chen Bei was much calmer, setting off at a leisurely pace with both hands in his pockets.

When he returned to the villa's living room, a tall, slender figure darted in front of him.

"?" Chen Bei lifted his eyelids, his expression indifferent. "A good dog stays out of the way. Don't you understand that, Second Young Master?"

Long accustomed to being insulted, Luo Ming curled his lips into a wicked smile. "Assistant Chen, you know the company doesn't hire employees with physiological defects, right?"

"If you conceal a medical condition, you won't even get the N+1 severance."

"What counts as a physiological defect? Would that constitute employment discrimination?" Chen Bei raised an eyebrow slightly. "Also, before or after joining the company? If excessive stress caused the defect, would the company pay compensation?"

Luo Ming fell silent for two seconds, then smiled. "I was just asking casually. No need to take it so seriously, Assistant Chen."

"Don't be so casual next time." Chen Bei walked straight around him. "It affects my assessment of your character."

Luo Ming: "..."

I may have asked casually, but I'm really not casual.

Wait, don't go! Let me explain!

[Great comeback! So satisfying!]

[Who are you implying has a physiological defect?!]

[Your own pheromones are out of whack, and you have the nerve to ask someone else? Great question this time. Ask again and you're getting a headshot!]

[Assistant Chen's right! Does a physiological defect affect someone's work? If not, why refuse to hire them?]

[Refusing to hire them is employment discrimination!]

[Hahaha, what's Ergou trying to salvage with that dramatic outstretched hand?!]

[Why are these two so funny together?! Could this be a destined ship?]

Stepping out of the elevator, Chen Bei spotted Luo Chen lying in the hallway, clutching his stomach and grimacing.

Qin Yufan stood protectively in front of him, glaring at Meng Han in righteous indignation as he demanded at the top of his voice, "Why do you keep hitting people?!"

"Do you think the law doesn't exist?"

"Where's the crew? Luo Chen's hurt this badly! Why aren't you calling the police?!"

Chen Bei walked over and asked Meng Han, whose head was lowered, "What happened?"

"He-he insisted on washing my feet, and he tried to take my shoes off. I couldn't hold back, so..." Meng Han's voice grew quieter and quieter.

"So you ended his family line?" Chen Bei asked.

Meng Han hurriedly waved his hands in denial. "Absolutely not! I was nowhere near it!"

"Oh." Chen Bei looked a little disappointed. "It doesn't even qualify as a minor injury. Calling the police won't help."

Luo Chen grew agitated on the floor. "Assistant Chen, you really want me to be crippled, don't you?!"

How vicious!

Did our three years as boss and subordinate count for nothing?!

Before Chen Bei could speak, Luo Chen lay flat and continued, "Even if I'm not crippled, I'm still seriously injured."

"I need someone to look after me!"

Hearing that, Meng Han got worked up again. "I barely put any force into that kick! Don't try to scam me!"

"Short-range power!" Luo Chen stressed. "It does even more damage!"

Meng Han said, "You-"

How could he be so shameless?

[Why does it feel like Oily President is acting cute? Now I really have seen everything.]

[He's been hit several times without fighting back. Leaving aside the sleaziness, President Chen's quite a gentleman.]

[That's all it took to win you over? Person above, you clearly haven't seen anything good!]

[Please, he's a top-tier alpha! How does that not count as something good?!]

In the end, with Meng Han tugging and hauling at him, Luo Chen, who had nearly started rolling all over the floor, reluctantly stood up.

The alpha, over six feet tall, clutched his stomach and rested his head on the omega's shoulder. "Ow, slow down."

"My intestines hurt when we go too fast."

Chen Bei said, "Got shit stuck in your intestines? How many days has it been?"

Luo Chen: "..." Assistant Chen, you may leave now.

He signaled furiously with his eyes. Pretending not to see, Chen Bei turned to the cameraman. "Get some laxative enemas and send them to President Chen's room."

The cameraman silently covered his face, his shoulders shaking nonstop.

[Haha, the screen's shaking because he's holding back his laughter. I get it, I get it!]

Watching everyone leave without paying him any attention, Qin Yufan finally began to crack and complained to the camera, "I've seen pathetic, but never this pathetic."

"He got hit and still went crawling back?!"

"Next time something like this happens, I'm not standing up for him!"

After delivering those remarks, he turned and headed to his room. The moment he stepped inside, he slammed the door, leaving the cameraman outside, then grabbed his phone and dialed.

"What kind of lousy variety show is this? I'm done filming. Send a car to pick me up tomorrow!"

His manager tried to soothe him on the other end. "Hang in there a little longer. The first season's almost over."

"Hang in there for what?" Qin Yufan snapped. "To keep being part of the backdrop?"

"You've got the unattainable first-love persona, at least. You carry some weight on the show."

Qin Yufan sneered. "What kind of unattainable first love gets ignored like I do?"

Before coming, he had felt fairly confident. After all, he had lived with the Luo Family for a while.

They might not have been childhood sweethearts, but they counted as childhood friends. That bond was there.

But then,

only after arriving had he discovered-

the eldest was busy going crazy,

the second was busy poaching people,

and the third and fourth were busy being idiots.

Was there a single fucking normal person here?!

His manager had no immediate response. After a pause, he said, "I just got off the phone with Director Meng. He said there's a talent-show task tomorrow."

"You might get a chance to shine. Why don't you wait a little longer?"

"Really?" Qin Yufan, who had majored in violin, hesitated for a few seconds. "All right, then. I'll listen to you."

Early the next morning.

Holding a little yellow duck megaphone, Chen Bei stood in the living room and called out, "Listen up, everyone-"

"Assemble within three minutes."

"The president's awesome day of begging on the streets is about to begin-"

Oily President rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What streets? What awesome day?"

Was my business empire finally about to get on track?