The Mid Laner Is Beautiful, Acts Cute, but Has Class - Chapter 1

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

“Brother, you’re so beautiful when you cry…”

The blackout curtains of the five-star hotel were incredibly effective. Even though it was nearly noon, the room’s dim lighting still felt comforting.

The solid wood floor was a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere.

Jiang Yuan struggled to open his eyes.

Did I just have an erotic dream? It’s been forever… not since college, I think.

The ceiling lamp above him was unfamiliar, not the small floral one in his own bedroom.

Despite a whole night having passed, the lingering scent of pheromones in the room was still overwhelmingly strong.

Jiang Yuan blinked, a sense of unease washing over him.

This is an Alpha’s pheromones. And a high-level one at that.

Jiang Yuan’s heart hammered against his ribs as he bolted upright.

The sudden movement sent a sharp ache through his waist and thighs, nearly sending him rolling back down in pain.

“Awake?”

A man’s voice came from beside him. Jiang Yuan instinctively turned his head.

The man was resting his chin in his hand, watching him with a lazy, post-coital satisfaction. “I thought you’d sleep a bit longer. After all, you’ve only been out for less than three hours.”

Their eyes met.

His eyes were beautifully shaped—a pair of peach-blossom eyes that could convey emotions with remarkable vividness. Even now, though his expression remained calm, a shimmering, watery glint still lingered in his gaze.

“!?”

Jiang Yuan scrambled off the bed in a panic.

After a few seconds, he sat up, clutching his backside. “Why are you in my bed!?”

This reaction was exactly what Ning Tingyu had expected.

He chuckled softly and swung his legs out of bed.

Right in front of Jiang Yuan, he picked up his trousers from the floor and slipped them on. Then, he walked to the wardrobe by the door, grabbed a robe, and tossed it to Jiang Yuan.

“How much do you remember?”

Ning Tingyu asked as he buckled his belt, his gaze drifting casually toward him.

Jiang Yuan seemed to have been hit with a slow-motion button. His movements and thoughts were agonizingly sluggish. His eyes darted around, unable to settle, and he remained silent for several seconds.

He stole a cautious glance at Ning Tingyu. “Yesterday was the platform’s offline annual meeting… Did I drink too much?”

“Mhm.” Ning Tingyu’s chuckle was an affirmation. “It seems you only remember the parts you’d usually skip in a video.”

“…”

The sudden, suggestive remark made Jiang Yuan’s face flush crimson.

He buried his face behind the quilt, peeking at Ning Tingyu with just his eyes.

This man’s physique was undeniably impressive, lean muscle in all the right places, exuding a subtle yet potent sexiness. The faint outline of veins on his arms and the casual way he buckled his belt were enough to make anyone’s heart race.

Truly the Daji of the e-sports circle, Jiang Yuan thought.

Even after a year of retirement due to a hand injury, Ning Tingyu remained a mythical figure in the gaming world.

“You were probably drugged last night, which forced you into heat,” Ning Tingyu said, his tone flat as he shrugged. “I found you in the hallway.”

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and a meaningful smile played on Ning Tingyu’s lips.

“I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.”

Jiang Yuan: “…”

He had never been a strong drinker to begin with. This was his first time attending an offline event, and his lack of experience had left him vulnerable to such an opportunistic attack.

They stared at each other in silence for a long moment.

Finally, Jiang Yuan broke the tension. “Ning Tingyu, let me be clear—I’m not taking responsibility for you.”

“Hmm?” Ning Tingyu raised an eyebrow, though he didn’t seem surprised. “So decisive.”

“Damn right,” Jiang Yuan rasped, his voice still hoarse. “It’s not like we’re in a relationship that requires responsibility.”

With that, he yanked the bathrobe around himself and turned his back to Ning Tingyu.

The back of his neck was flushed, bearing the faint mark of a bite. On his inner thighs, several red tooth marks remained—their origin beyond any doubt.

Ning Tingyu stared for a few seconds, his expression darkening.

Unable to see Ning Tingyu’s face, Jiang Yuan spoke much more freely: “Anyway, we’re both adults, and you haven’t permanently marked me.”

Ning Tingyu crossed his arms, leaning lazily against the wall. He clicked his tongue. “That sounds so cruel.”

His tone was light, yet carried a hint of disappointment.

“Perhaps you should rephrase that.”

Jiang Yuan turned his head, glancing at him from the corner of his eye. “What rephrasing?”

Ning Tingyu smiled, revealing a sliver of his canine tooth.

“For example… ‘You would take responsibility for me, but there’s simply no need to.’ That sounds more acceptable and less likely to cause feelings of loss.”

Jiang Yuan paused, the tie at his waist hanging loosely.

He looked at Ning Tingyu’s face with skepticism, seeing nothing but a flirtatious aura radiating from him.

“You’re actually this fragile?”

“Yes, I am.”

Ning Tingyu then picked up the low-collared sweater from the floor and slipped it on, concealing the unsightly scratches Jiang Yuan had left on his back. Then, he lit a cigarette.

Smoke slowly drifted through the air. Jiang Yuan’s gaze unconsciously focused on Ning Tingyu’s face. His eyes were shaded by thick eyelashes, creating a soft, fuzzy shadow.

Ning Tingyu looked at him with a neutral expression, taking a drag of his cigarette. “After all, you’re young. Being rejected by your gege must have been quite a blow to your self-esteem.”

His tone was half-serious, half-joking, and Jiang Yuan couldn’t tell which was which.

But it was true—Ning Tingyu was indeed younger than him, only twenty-one this year.

With that thought, Jiang Yuan spoke up, his voice tinged with awkwardness. “I’ll take responsibility for you, but—”

“Alright, hubby.”

Before Jiang Yuan could finish, Ning Tingyu’s laughter rang out. The eyes beneath his lashes curved mischievously, as bright and cunning as a little fox. “I knew you’d be a responsible omega.”

Jiang Yuan: “…”

Mid-laners are so dirty.

“Alright, enough.” Ning Tingyu retracted his smile.

Swish! The curtains were suddenly pulled open, flooding the entire room with light.

Jiang Yuan instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes from the glare. As his vision slowly cleared, he finally noticed the empty condom wrappers scattered across the floor.

XXL and ribbed, no less…

He couldn’t help but flush as flashes of last night’s intense scenes flooded his mind.

No wonder my waist hurts so much.

“Just kidding, you don’t have to take responsibility.”

Ning Tingyu had smoked half a cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray. His tone turned serious. “But I’d still suggest you look into it.”

“After all, you’re a public figure. If I hadn’t picked you up last night, I might have been scrolling past a porn video starring you today.”

The words were crude, but the fact remained.

Jiang Yuan nodded and mumbled a low “Thank you.”

Ning Tingyu smiled again, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a flirtatious charm. “I’ll accept your thanks then, gege. I’d be even more grateful if you came to my livestream tonight and sent me a few rockets.”

“…”

How does this guy cram so many ‘gege’s’ into one sentence?

Jiang Yuan averted his gaze, avoiding direct eye contact. “I’ll send them. Consider it payment for your services.”

“Yes, boss.”

Ning Tingyu sounded delighted, his voice even trailing off with a playful lilt.

So damn flirtatious… His gaze was practically turning into silk, drifting over Jiang Yuan without the slightest pretense.

“Do you have anything else?” Jiang Yuan asked, feeling a bit awkward as he looked up. “If not, leave first. We can’t walk out together.”

Ning Tingyu nodded, his flirtatious demeanor instantly reined in.

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back to look at Jiang Yuan. “Are you sure you can walk out on your own, Gege?”

His gaze swept over Jiang Yuan’s entire body, lingering particularly long on the red marks on his neck, almost with a lingering tenderness.

“Get the hell out.” Jiang Yuan’s patience had completely run out.

Ning Tingyu simply smiled and blew him a lingering kiss.

“Gege, let’s meet again if fate allows.”

The door clicked shut before his voice even faded.

Only after the sound of footsteps had completely vanished did Jiang Yuan slowly put his clothes back on and walk to the bathroom mirror.

From his neck to his collarbone and down his chest, there was hardly a clean spot left—every inch was covered in the blue and purple marks Ning Tingyu had bitten into his skin.

Jiang Yuan’s eyelid twitched, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Is this a dog?

After a quick cleanup, Jiang Yuan hailed a taxi.

Yuzhou was a quintessential southern city.

Even in late November, once the morning frost had passed, the bright sunlight would emerge, wrapping everything in a cozy warmth.

After crossing several overpasses, the car pulled up in front of a large building.

Jiang Yuan scanned the QR code to pay the fare, got out, and headed straight inside, taking the elevator with practiced ease.

Xingchen Media was one of the country’s leading media companies, with a vast array of business branches spanning short-form video, dramas, films, and even live streaming.

Jiang Yuan had signed with the company two years ago and had since risen to become a top streamer on Shizi TV.

The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, and Jiang Yuan stepped into the office.

“Oh? Xiao Yuan, what brings you in so early today?”

Chen Bowen, who was eating breakfast, quickly poured Jiang Yuan a glass of water upon seeing him.

He was the operations manager responsible for Jiang Yuan, having worked with him since he signed two years ago. He had watched Jiang Yuan’s following grow from single digits to over a million.

“Brother Chen.”

Jiang Yuan took a sip of water, his voice betraying a distinct hoarseness.

Then, without hesitation, he pulled down the collar of his turtleneck sweater, revealing several love bites.

“Pfft!”

Chen Bowen sprayed a mouthful of soy milk across the room, his eyes widening in shock. “What were you doing last night?! I was wondering why you weren’t answering your phone. So you were spending the night with an Alpha?!”

Jiang Yuan said listlessly, “I did sleep with an alpha, but it wasn’t part of my plan.”

“Not part of your plan?”

Chen Bowen’s mind always raced, imagining everything from a one-night stand to friends-with-benefits, and even a series of legally dubious scenarios like a sugar daddy’s forced love.

“C-Could you have been forced?!”

“Call the police!! We have to call the police!”

Chen Bowen hurriedly grabbed his phone. “This is something we absolutely cannot tolerate. Even if you’re a streamer, you can’t let something like this slide…”

“Sit down.”

Jiang Yuan snatched the phone away and rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.

“It was probably my ‘dear’ younger brother again.”

Chen Bowen froze for a moment before putting the phone down. “I thought your family was just undercurrents of tension, but now it’s a full-blown storm, isn’t it?”

“Just how much of your father’s fortune is it worth for your stepmother and brother to be this ruthless?”

“Um, a small nine-figure sum.”

Chen Bowen: “…”

Well, that was indeed worth it.

Jiang Yuan grunted in response and took a small sip from his water cup.

After a few seconds, Chen Bowen started rambling again: “Why would he do that? To get you permanently marked and then expose it to ruin your career?”

“You’re not a male celebrity, and besides, what he did is illegal…”

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow, his tone lazy:

“Who knows. But I didn’t go into the room he arranged, so he didn’t get his way.”

Chen Bowen gave a thumbs-up. “Xiao Yuan, you’re really impressive. You managed to escape from the tiger’s den. I promise I’ll arrange more bodyguards for you next time. This will never happen again.”

“By the way, did you take precautions? You weren’t permanently marked, were you?”

Jiang Yuan relaxed his posture and shook his head.

Only then did Chen Bowen breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he managed many streamers, Jiang Yuan was the only one he had watched rise from obscurity to superstardom.

He was practically like a son to him.

If some random Alpha got him pregnant, Chen Bowen would definitely hunt the bastard down with a club and crack his skull open.

Coming back to his senses, Jiang Yuan gave a strange, meaningful smile and stared at him.

Chen Bowen’s voice went hoarse, his scalp tingling. “What? Does shaking your head mean you weren’t permanently marked, or that you didn’t take precautions?”

Jiang Yuan yawned, his eyes squinting as he rested his cheek on his palm.

“I took precautions.”

Just as Chen Bowen was about to relax, Jiang Yuan added, “But the person I slept with was Ning Tingyu.”

Chen Bowen: “…………”

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