TYMRHBDES Chapter 77

Chapter 77: The Gloomy, Obsessive Alpha Boss x Sweet, Submissive Little Omega 29

Huo Zedong frowned, his sword-like brows furrowing as he looked at the young man standing at the door. A cold glint flickered in his eyes.

*Well, this is just perfect.*

The young man at the door tilted his head and smiled at him, the curve of his lips almost perfectly mimicking Huo Zedong’s own. It was clear he had put in considerable effort.

Huo Zedong narrowed his eyes. “President Chen has truly gone to great lengths.”

The real estate developer sitting beside him, already half-drunk, chuckled foolishly at Huo Zedong’s expression. “As long as Master Huo is pleased! It’s no trouble at all, no trouble at all.”

Huo Zedong accepted the Omega.

As he left, the banquet naturally dispersed.

At the entrance of the ancient-style building, a crowd of people respectfully followed Huo Zedong. Old Chen, the developer, was particularly attentive, his broad face stretched into a wide, pancake-like grin.

“Serve Master Huo well!” Old Chen slurred, lecturing the Omega. “This is your chance to strike it rich! Get ready to enjoy the good life!”

Twenty meters from the hotel entrance, Jiang Luoluo sat in the back seat of a car, watching everything through the window.

Huo Zedong was dressed in a deep blue suit today, his tall frame, narrow waist, and long legs radiating both handsomeness and nobility. Even among the formally dressed crowd, he remained the most dazzling figure.

But this time, Huo Zedong had an Omega by his side.

The Omega had their head slightly bowed, appearing docile as they followed closely behind him.

The Omega turned their head, and Jiang Luoluo, one hand resting on the car window, widened his eyes slightly.

It was like another version of himself.

His hand went limp, and the dessert box tied with a ribbon fell onto the car rug with a thud.

The new driver, who had been dozing off, startled awake and quickly called out, “Young Master Jiang.”

Jiang Luoluo snapped back to reality. “It’s nothing… Let’s go back.”

The driver responded with an “Oh” and obediently pressed the accelerator.

The group of people at the hotel entrance grew smaller and smaller in the distance, their eyes shrouded in a misty haze.

Jiang Luoluo picked up the dessert box from the floor. The ribbon had broken, and the fallen pastries had smeared inside.

He dipped a finger into the mess, scooping up a bit of the cream and bringing it to his mouth.

The cream, which should have been sweet and fragrant, tasted bitter now.

He had known all along that Huo Zedong would never lack Omegas.

Once he had opened the door, countless people would clamor to send Huo Zedong more.

Power and sex trades were nothing new in their circle.

The moment Huo Zedong had taken him away, countless others had begun to stir.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, landing on the cream-covered cupcakes.

But he thought he was different…

Huo Zedong loved him so much, he thought he was the exception…

Wiping away his tears with his fingers, the little Omega clutched the cake box tightly, his face crumpled with hurt.

But if he were truly the exception, why would there be another Omega who looked exactly like him by Huo Zedong’s side?

With Huo Zedong’s status, if he didn’t want something, who could force him to accept it?

He simply liked this face.

Whether it was his own face or someone else’s, it didn’t matter. Huo Zedong would love it all the same.

Tears soaked through his pants, spreading into a small, wet patch that continued to expand.

Jiang Luoluo choked back a sob.

He would never love Huo Zedong again.

He told the driver to pull over, then, clutching the cake box, he dumped it into the trash can. He wrapped his arms around his legs and sat silently on the stone steps.

He didn’t want to go home. That was Huo Zedong’s home, not his own.

Perhaps in the future, it would be the home of Huo Zedong and that other Omega alone.

That Omega would take over his place, crush his butterflies, use his cup, sleep in his bed, and hold his husband…

The word “husband” made the little Omega hug himself even tighter. His eyes were red-rimmed, and tears clung to his eyelashes.

Huo Zedong had never said he wanted to marry him.

Their relationship wasn’t one of equals.

It was Jiang Luoluo who unilaterally called Huo Zedong “Husband.”

Seeing that Young Master Jiang hadn’t gotten back in the car after getting out, the driver came looking for him.

The petite Omega sat on the stone steps, curled into a tiny ball, the lamplight making him look even more pitiful.

“Young Master, shall we return to the villa?”

Jiang Luoluo didn’t want anyone to see him cry, so he lowered his head even further. “Later.”

If Huo Zedong wasn’t going back, why should he?

Should he just go back and obediently stay in his bedroom, waiting for his “Husband” to return?

The little Omega picked up a leaf, his face contorted with resentment. He didn’t want to go back; he wanted to stay outside and play.

But was Huo Zedong really not going back?

Was he going to spend the night with that other Omega? Was he going to mark him?

His nose ached, and his eyes burned.

Jiang Luoluo angrily tore the leaf to shreds, his heart soaked in the sourness of old vinegar, stinging with bitterness.

Huo Zedong had sworn he only loved him, that he loved him the most!

Liar!

Dog of a man!

Opening his phone’s chat interface, the little Omega stared at the familiar name and typed a few characters before deleting them.

*He* wasn’t going to send Huo Zedong a message!

Let him go mark that other little Omega!

Fuming, the little Omega slammed the car door shut with a loud *thunk*.

If Huo Zedong was out having fun, so was he!

There were plenty of places for debauchery!

Why should only alphas get to have multiple partners?

He wanted to go too!

Half an hour later, a silver-gray Ferrari pulled up in front of a shop with flashing lights.

The beta doorman, dressed in a crisp uniform, opened the car door.

When he saw the Omega’s face in the back seat, both men were momentarily stunned, a flicker of admiration passing through their eyes.

The O Host Club was a high-end establishment catering exclusively to Omegas, but its exorbitant prices made it unaffordable for most ordinary families.

Consequently, its clientele typically consisted of wealthy and influential Omegas, some of whom inherited vast fortunes, while others were trapped in loveless marriages where both partners pursued their own affairs.

The Omegas from those prestigious families were certainly beautiful, but compared to the one before him, they paled in comparison.

Jiang Luoluo stepped out of the car, declining the doorman’s offer to assist him. He walked alone toward the O Host Club, a sprawling establishment with various entertainment zones and relaxation areas, including massage parlors.

Unlike ordinary entertainment venues, the Omegas here were treated as honored guests, free from harassment by alphas.

With the help of the front desk staff, Jiang Luoluo obtained the highest-tier Supreme VIP card and was escorted to the bar area by a young alpha attendant.

Meanwhile, Huo Zedong’s phone vibrated, alerting him to a transaction.

Ignoring the notification, Huo Zedong sat with his long legs crossed in a chair at the cosmetic surgery clinic. He pointed at a photo. “Give him this face.”

His assistant handed him several photos of a wealthy socialite—the wife of a developer surnamed Chen.

Known as a notorious shrew, her family ran a martial arts club. It was said that the last time she beat Old Chen, he couldn’t get out of bed for three days, his eyes black and blue, his face scratched to shreds!

Let her know Old Chen took in an Omega who looks just like her, and she’ll skin him alive.

The assistant silently mourned for him for three seconds.

The Omega standing nearby remained silent.

The money Master Huo had given him on the road would be enough to last a lifetime.

“Rest well after your surgery. Someone will pick you up next Monday.”

Huo Zedong rose and left, finally remembering the text message.

He lazily swiped open his phone and glanced at it, frowning. “O Host Club? What’s that?”

The assistant following him replied, “It’s the largest host club in the Imperial Capital, specializing in services for Omegas.”

“What kind of services? Beauty treatments or baking classes?” Huo Zedong asked, puzzled.

The assistant hesitated for a moment. “The male models there are all alphas…”

As the words left his mouth, Huo Zedong’s face darkened. His jawline tightened. “Hurry up and follow me!”

The assistant cowered and hurried after him, his heart pounding with dread.

*It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!*

Following the boss to catch his wife cheating!

Won’t he be killed for knowing too much?

In the O Host Club’s bar, Jiang Luoluo had reserved a private booth and, with a flourish, ordered a group of alpha male models to surround him.

The alpha closest to him raised his glass, sizing up the Omega seated in the center.

This young master was clearly a first-timer, his eyes wide with curiosity as he took in his surroundings.

Yet his exquisite features and innocent gaze were so captivating that they didn’t provoke resentment.

The alpha took a sip of his drink, then offered the glass to Jiang Luoluo, presenting the spot he’d already drunk from. “Young Master Jiang, you look rather young, don’t you?”

He was one of the club’s top male models, a ruggedly handsome alpha with a large social media following. Many Omega patrons came specifically to see him.

A flicker of amusement danced in the alpha’s eyes.

This tender, delicate young Omega was exactly his type.

Jiang Luoluo pushed away his wine glass, his fair fingers resting on the glass. Even his fingertips were tinged with a delicate pink.

It was clear he had been raised in luxury.

“I don’t drink. You all go ahead.”

An alpha nearby leaned in, a young man whose smile resembled that of a fresh-faced idol. “What will you have then? I’ll get it for you!”

Jiang Luoluo hesitated. “In that case, I’ll have a glass of milk.”

In the center of the bar, an alpha was dancing, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal rippling abdominal muscles that moved with the rhythm. [footnote] T/N: I am just asking. Aren’t abs supposed to be tight? How can they be rippling with the rhythm?  [/footnote]

Jiang Luoluo tilted his head, watching for a long moment before being drawn away by the sound of jealous squabbling.

“Young Master Jiang likes dancing?”

The Handsome Alpha leaned closer. “I can dance too. Would Young Master Jiang like to see?”

Jiang Luoluo turned back, studying the alpha before him with genuine curiosity. “Do you have abs too?”

“Of course!”

The waiter brought over a glass of milk, which Jiang Luoluo held in his palms like an inquisitive child. “Can I see?”

The Handsome Alpha simply lifted his shirt, revealing several perfectly sculpted abdominal muscles. “See? I’ve got plenty!”

Spotting the young master’s interest in abs, the circle of male models immediately seized their opportunity. One after another, they lifted their T-shirts or shirts to show off their own.

“Young Master Jiang! I’ve got them too!”

“Abs? Who doesn’t have them these days?”

“Young Master Jiang, would you like to see my chest muscles?”

Jiang Luoluo took a sip of his milk, his vision filled with a sea of white flesh as the models competed to flaunt their physiques.

He let out an envious “Wow,” his beautiful eyes sparkling with childlike wonder.

Then, he patted his own soft belly with a touch of melancholy. “Why does everyone else have abs, but I don’t?”

The closest model, captivated by the delicate features of the young Omega, felt a playful itch. “Young Master Jiang, would you like to touch them?”
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