[ABO] The Despised One Becomes an Internet Sensation After Marriage - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“President Lei is a generous man, Xu Zhimian. He’s agreed to give you a one-month grace period! But 30 million—not a single cent less!” Chen Yubin, the manager, said with a haughty, triumphal air.

Xu Zhimian frowned. Hearing his manager’s voice made him feel physically nauseous. “Are you done? I’m hanging up.”

Seeing that Xu Zhimian didn’t show the expected submissiveness, Chen Yubin felt a surge of resentment and sneered. “I’m telling you, why defy President Lei? If you had just followed him obediently, you’d probably be drowning in resources by now. Such a blessing, tsk tsk tsk…”

Xu Zhimian shot back coldly: “Would you like this ‘blessing’ for yourself?”

“…” Chen Yubin burst into a scoffing laugh. “Go ahead, keep talking back. Let’s see how you come up with 30 million in a month! If you can’t, by then, staying with President Lei might be your only choice—living like a lowly dog who gets fucked whenever he pleases.”

Xu Zhimian’s grip on his phone tightened. He took a deep breath. “Even so, it’s better than being born a lapdog like some people.”

“You?!” Chen Yubin was speechless with rage. “Fine, fine! Xu Zhimian, for the sake of having been your manager once, I’ll tell you: there’s a dinner party tonight at 8:30. Just accompanying people for drinks. If you make them happy, you can easily walk away with 500,000… Oh, I forgot, you’re so ‘noble.’ You surely won’t go to a dinner like that, right?”

The moment he finished, Chen Yubin hung up abruptly. Beside him, Jiang Xiaocheng, who was massaging Chen Yubin’s leg, gave him a loud kiss. “Brother Bin, thank you.”

“Heh. I did as you asked,” Chen Yubin said, pressing his hand onto the back of Jiang Xiaocheng’s head and pushing it toward his crotch. “Now, do what you promised.”

“…”

Chen Yubin let out a satisfied sigh, threading his fingers through Jiang Xiaocheng’s hair. “I say, weren’t you the one who hated Xu Zhimian the most? Why the sudden change of heart just now?”

Jiang Xiaocheng’s mouth was full, making it hard to speak, but a strange sense of excitement bubbled up inside him. It wasn’t a change of heart; he just wanted to see that “unreachable flower” of an Omega fall into the secular world just like him. This time it was drinks; next time, what depth would he sink to for money?

He wanted to see the flower from the high peaks dragged into the mire. Hahaha.

…

Xu Zhimian had paid back 1 million, leaving his savings nearly depleted. Staying in a hotel was a massive expense he could only sustain for a few more days.

The Omega leaned back, resting the back of his hand against his forehead, his neck forming a fragile, graceful curve. What should he do… was he really going to accompany people for drinks?

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before… Three years ago, the hazy, dark lights, the burning heat of an Alpha’s body, the nights of desire and lust—it was all still vivid. Three years ago, he met Mr. Fu. Who would he meet this time?

It’s just drinks anyway.

He exhaled and typed a message to Chen Yubin: “Dinner address.”

Just this once. The rest of the money… he would find a way. He had to.

The party was held at the Viktoria Club—the very place where his first night had been bought by Fu Shiyan three years ago.

He gave the room number to the waiter and was led up to the third floor.

The food had not yet been served.

Inside the private room were two or three business tycoons and officials often seen on TV. Now, these pot-bellied Alphas had torn off their masks of integrity, sitting on sofas with a beautiful boy or girl in their arms.

Xu Zhimian was the most normally dressed, wearing a white hoodie and jeans. The other youths were dressed provocatively in servant or maid outfits, with extremely short skirts and thigh-high socks.

He immediately located the Alpha he was meant to serve: a middle-aged, balding man in his late forties or fifties with a face full of fleshy jowls. He was reportedly the chairman of a children’s charity foundation, surnamed Wu—Wu Hang.

Feeling out of place, Xu Zhimian sat down beside Wu Hang and greeted him awkwardly, “President Wu.”

Wu Hang’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Xu Zhimian. In fact, all the Alphas in the room were struck by him. The Omega was stunningly cold and elegant; his long, upturned eyes gave him an air of being unreachable. Despite wearing a common hoodie and jeans, the discomfort and youthful innocence on his beautiful face only stirred a deep desire for desecration. Everyone wanted to drag the high-mountain flower into the mud.

Compared to him, the others looked like cheap tinsel. Delighted, Wu Hang acted as if he had won a prize. He wrapped an arm around Xu Zhimian’s shoulder and introduced him: “Sit. This is President Qin, this is President Zhang…”

Enduring the stifling, unpleasant pheromones of these strange Alphas, Xu Zhimian forced a smile and greeted them one by one.

Wu Hang’s hand moved to his leg, stroking it repeatedly. Xu Zhimian’s body went stiff. Weren’t they just supposed to be drinking?

He stood up to pour wine, dodging Wu Hang’s touch, and said with a smile, “President Wu, I’m late and don’t know the rules. Let me toast you.”

Wu Hang picked up his glass and pulled Xu Zhimian onto his lap. The sudden move caused some of Xu Zhimian’s pheromones to leak out in fear. Wu Hang took a deep sniff and smiled. “Beauty, why don’t you feed me the wine?”

Looking at the fleshy face leaning in, Xu Zhimian suppressed the urge to splash the wine in his face. He smiled sweetly. “It is my honor to feed President Wu.”

The other bosses laughed, clearly used to this. “Old Wu never changes…”

The atmosphere grew more lively. Other bosses had already slipped their hands into the clothes of their companions. Xu Zhimian fought back waves of revulsion. As Wu Hang reached for him again, Xu Zhimian stood up quickly. “President Wu, the food isn’t here yet. I’ll go check on it for you.”

Wu Hang grabbed him, frowning as if seeing through the tactic. “No rush, beauty. Someone else hasn’t arrived yet.”

Another Alpha checked his watch. “Why isn’t President Fu here yet? What time is it?”

“Don’t worry, President Fu is in the elevator,” replied an Alpha who knew him.

The name “Fu” struck Xu Zhimian like a ringing bell, pinning him to the spot. His heart raced in panic. There were many people named Fu—it couldn’t be the one he was thinking of, could it?

His heart was hammered. Xu Zhimian downed a glass of wine from the table to suppress his suspicion and dread.

The dishes were served one by one, and the group moved from the sofas to the dining table.

Suddenly—

“Sorry for the wait, everyone.” A deep, familiar, and slightly cold voice rang out.

It was him. It really was him!

Xu Zhimian froze entirely, then jerked his head up.

Fu Shiyan pushed open the door and walked in.

After three years, Fu Shiyan hadn’t changed much. A perfectly tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was very tall, his dark hair styled in a clean side-part that revealed his noble, indifferent eyes.

He walked with steady, unhurried steps.

Fu Shiyan’s gaze lingered on Xu Zhimian for only a fraction of a second before he looked away, expressionless.

Xu Zhimian lowered his head, his fingers curling slightly. Perhaps Fu Shiyan didn’t remember him. Three years was a long time…

The others in the room stood up to greet Fu Shiyan, their smiles bordering on sycophancy.

The Alpha acting as the host pulled out a chair. “I am beyond grateful that President Fu would grace me with your presence. Come, sit here.”

Even though Fu Shiyan was a decade younger than most of them, they treated him as a peer, their faces filled with varying degrees of flattery.

Fu Shiyan, appearing accustomed to this, took the seat of honor without much pleasantry.

Xu Zhimian happened to be sitting directly across from him.