The O Posing as a B is Fought Over in a Dating Show Shambles - Chapter 1

9:00 PM.

“Brother Hai… if your fiancé comes back and sees us like this in the living room, won’t it be bad? I heard he made the trending searches once for hitting someone. You don’t think he’ll hit me, do you?”

“Relax, he wouldn’t dare. For a Beta to marry an Alpha like me is a blessing he must have spent previous lifetime earnings; if he wants to swing a punch, he’d better weigh his own status first. Besides, he can’t smell pheromones anyway. As long as we’re quick, he’ll never know.”

“Oh, Brother Hai, you’re so wicked. I haven’t even caught my breath, and you’re starting again…”

“You little minx, isn’t my ‘wickedness’ exactly what you like?”

Outside the door.

Xi Qingli stood there, expressionless, listening to the filth echoing from the living room. His phone camera was aimed through the crack in the door, perfectly capturing the two figures inside.

Ten minutes later, just as the battle inside reached its frantic climax, he tucked his phone away, took a deep breath, and violently kicked the door open.

BANG!

The sudden, deafening crash sent the two bodies tangled on the sofa tumbling onto the floor in a pathetic heap.

Xi Qingli walked in without spare a glance at them, his tone slow and mild. “Sorry to intrude, but I’m on a tight schedule and had to come in. Please, carry on. Don’t mind me.”

He turned on his heel and headed straight for the guest bedroom.

Slam.

It wasn’t until the bedroom door shut that the two terrified souls in the living room—now thoroughly “deflated” from the shock, finally regained their senses.

Qin Fenghai’s face was livid. Hadn’t Xi Qingli told him he had a night shoot and wouldn’t be back? Why the sudden appearance?

“Brother Hai,” the flushed male Omega stammered, “Are we continuing?”

Qin Fenghai stood up, pulling his clothes on with a dark expression. “Get out.”

The Omega was stunned. “Brother Hai?”

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

The Omega scrambled out like a kicked stray dog.

Once dressed, Qin Fenghai sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. His pheromones radiated a restless irritation, the byproduct of an interrupted climax. As an A+ rank Alpha, he had a sturdy build—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs and handsome features with a hint of roguish charm. To most Omegas, an Alpha like him was undeniably magnetic.

Too bad Xi Qingli was a Beta.

He couldn’t feel a shred of Qin Fenghai’s Alpha “charm.” Actually, scratch that—even if he weren’t a Beta, he still wouldn’t have felt it.

Inside the bedroom, Xi Qingli looked down at the medical report in his hand. The black-and-white print was unmistakable: [Testing Confirmed: You have successfully undergone secondary differentiation into an Omega. Rank: S.]

Three days ago, Xi Qingli had caught Qin Fenghai bringing someone home for the eighteenth time. Following his usual routine, he recorded the video, found a familiar hotel to sleep in, and was jolted awake in the middle of the night by an unbearable, stifling heat.

He went to the hospital alone and walked out with this report.

The doctor said he had differentiated in his sleep a phenomenon unheard of for someone his age. Because he was a “late bloomer,” he had developed a common complication: he needed regular supplements of specific pheromones, or he would lapse into a “pseudo-heat” at any moment.

Of course, it would be even better if he had an S-rank Alpha partner who could provide those pheromones whenever needed.

Xi Qingli didn’t have an S-rank Alpha partner. He only had an A+ rank trash-heap of a fiancé. Thinking of Qin Fenghai and the scene he’d just witnessed in the living room, his stomach turned with a surge of nausea.

His relationship with Qin Fenghai had been forced by his adoptive parents. They believed that for a Beta to marry a wealthy, powerful Alpha was a stroke of incredible luck, a “social climb” he should be honored by. Immediately after the engagement, they couldn’t wait to pack him off to Qin Fenghai’s residence.

In six months of living together, Qin Fenghai had never touched him. They didn’t even sleep in the same room. In fact, he could count the number of times they’d sat down for a meal together on both hands.

Calling them “housemates” would be more accurate than “partners.”

Initially, Xi Qingli had wondered why Qin Fenghai agreed to marry him despite having zero interest. Then he discovered the parade of different Omegas Qin Fenghai brought home.

Qin Fenghai loved Omegas in his bones, but he didn’t want to be tied down by one. So, he chose a Beta fiancé as a cover, allowing him to play around outside without consequence.

Just as Qin Fenghai had said, since Xi Qingli couldn’t smell pheromones, as long as he wasn’t caught red-handed, he couldn’t do a thing about it even if he wanted to make a scene.

Unfortunately for Qin Fenghai, Xi Qingli didn’t care at all.

Knock, knock, knock!

The rapid, impatient pounding suggested the person at the door had reached the end of their fuse. Xi Qingli stuffed the report into his backpack and opened the door.

In an instant, a thick cloud of mingled pheromones and the acrid stench of tobacco hit him full-force.

Xi Qingli frowned slightly and took a subtle step back. After his differentiation, he hadn’t just gained a medical condition; he had also developed the uncanny ability to see the color of pheromones.

Through his “experiments” over the last few days, he realized the colors shifted with a person’s emotions. Right now, Qin Fenghai was shrouded in a murky cyan.

Cyan meant: Annoyance / Rage.

Was he enraged because his “good time” had been ruined?

“Something wrong?” Xi Qingli asked flatly.

“Didn’t you say you had a night shoot? Why are you back?” Qin Fenghai snapped, playing the victim. “Were you lying to me?”

“I wasn’t,” Xi Qingli said, his hand hovering on the door, itching to shut it. “If there’s nothing else, I need to pack.”

He slightly regretted not punching the bastard twice in the living room earlier. He was an eyesore.

Qin Fenghai noticed the large suitcase on the bed and his brow furrowed. “What are you packing for?”

Xi Qingli: “I’m leaving.”

Qin Fenghai froze for a second before letting out a laugh. “Li-er, that guy was just a distraction. Don’t be so temperamental.”

He reached out, intending to drape an arm over Xi Qingli’s shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.” Xi Qingli dodged him, his voice laced with a warning.

Perhaps the disgust on his face was too obvious, because it stung Qin Fenghai’s pride. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Xi Qingli couldn’t be bothered to waste words on the dog. He tossed his phone over to him and went back to packing.

When Qin Fenghai saw the video on the screen, his face drained of color. “You recorded me?”

“Mm-hm,” Xi Qingli didn’t deny it. “Keep scrolling.”

Nineteen videos in total. Nineteen different “co-stars,” each neatly labeled with a serial number.

The further Qin Fenghai scrolled, the darker his face became. Just as he was about to hit delete, Xi Qingli added sluggishly: “I have backups.”

Translation: Delete away. It won’t help you.

Qin Fenghai grabbed his wrist, his voice cold. “Why are you doing this? Money?”

Xi Qingli frowned. “You’re hurting me. Let go.”

“I’m asking you a damn question! Are you playing dumb with me?” Qin Fenghai roared. “Xi Qingli, you certainly hid your claws well. You’ve been filming all this while acting like everything was fine, what the hell do you actually want?”

Xi Qingli looked him in the eye. “I want to call off the engagement.”

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