By the fifth year of our sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement, he had become a household name, a superstar who no longer needed me. He started staying out all night and stopped clinging to me, whispering sweet nothings. The torment of his hot-and-cold attitude was excruciating. On my fifty-third sleepless night, I finally couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my phone, ready to call him and have a massive blowout fight. Suddenly, rows of bullet comments flashed before my eyes: [LOL, why is this cannon fodder male side character pushing his luck? A mere Beta actually thinks he can keep the protagonist top, an S-rank Alpha?] [Let him call and throw a tantrum. Once he does, Best Actor Song will realize how wonderful his gentle, lovable Omega little assistant is, and kick him to the curb!] [The Best Actor is going to dump him sooner or later anyway. After all, who would love an aging, broken Beta? Our precious bottom, who has a 98% compatibility rate and can release soothing pheromones, is so much better...] 1 The transatlantic call had barely begun to ring. Song Qingyu answered almost instantly. "Is it time for your check-in again, brother?" His deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of exhaustion and resignation. It was so obvious. Why hadn't I noticed it before? The hysterical questions I had prepared choked in my throat, leaving me momentarily stunned. Song Qingyu quickly continued his report: "I just finished hair and makeup, we're shooting on location soon... Brother, look at this, it's from that place we ate at three years ago. Zhou Zhou specifically woke up early and waited in line for two hours to buy it for me..." Zhou Zhou. The protagonist bottom mentioned in the bullet comments, the little assistant who had been with Song Qingyu for less than a year. I don't know when it started, but it felt like he couldn't go three sentences without mentioning Zhou Zhou. The signs had been there all along. I had just been too careless, too blind. A suffocating, surging pain gripped my heart. I suddenly felt incredibly tired. I interrupted Song Qingyu's endless chatter: "Let's just end it here. I'm going to sleep." Dead silence fell over the line. "That's all you have to say?" "Yeah." Usually, my check-in calls lasted twenty minutes at a minimum. Today, it was under five. Song Qingyu must be breathing a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he lowered his overly excited voice, a barely detectable tremor leaking through: "Brother, th-then wait for me to go to the bathroom..." "There's no need." Being forced to say cheesy things like "I love you forever" and "I miss you so much" won't be necessary from now on. I forced myself to speak: "Goodnight." Then, I swiftly hung up the phone. And casually turned it off. 2 I didn't sleep a wink that night. The bullet comments kept mocking me in front of my eyes: [Has this cannon fodder realized his place yet? The two protagonists have high morals and won't cheat. Can he just voluntarily step aside for our precious bottom?] [A capitalist hypocrite who uses the Best Actor to make money and sleeps with him too. It's been five years and he still won't let him go...] [Taking advantage of someone's misfortune and then demanding gratitude for saving them... he's the worst...] I stared at the dizzyingly reflective ceiling, memories flashing through my mind like a zoetrope. They were right. Five years ago, Song Qingyu agreeing to be with me was indeed the result of me taking advantage of his misfortune and demanding payback. Back then, he had offended a powerful foreign mob boss. Despite having a face destined for stardom, no company or production crew in the industry dared to hire him. I was young and reckless. Risking the complete destruction of my career, I took him in. I threw resources at him, orchestrated his debut, assigned him a top-tier manager, and promoted him with a massive, unsparing campaign. Even someone as proud and aloof as him was genuinely grateful to me back then. He hugged me, tears shining in his eyes, and promised: "Brother, I will definitely make a lot of money to repay you in the future. I won't let you down..." He didn't know I had selfish motives. I had long anticipated the immense profits he could bring the company, but I wanted more. The physique and looks of an S-rank Alpha are top-tier. As a perfectly ordinary Beta, it was hard not to be attracted. So, after helping him deal with a malicious director for the third time... I crushed out my cigarette, dropping my bluff, and said bluntly: "Qingyu, be with me." 3 It's been so long, I can't clearly remember Song Qingyu's expression at that moment. Maybe it was shock, astonishment, or perhaps anger and disdain. There was only a long silence as he weighed the pros and cons. Finally, he took the sugar baby contract, nodded expressionlessly: "Sure. "Jiang Yu, you can't regret this." ... That very night, I regretted it a bit. What bullshit rumors about S-rank Alphas being gentle as water? Liars. An Alpha in his susceptible period was such a beast in bed that I wanted to tear up the contract, preferring to pay the astronomical breach of contract fee. That entire night, staring at the blurred, swaying chandelier, I cursed myself internally for digging my own grave. But the next day, after passing out from a mix of exhaustion and profound regret... I opened my eyes to see Song Qingyu leaning in close with his outrageously handsome face, lowering his eyes submissively, calling me "brother" and apologizing. All the anger in my heart vanished without a trace instantly. I tried to accept him, spoiling him without a bottom line. He also strictly adhered to his professional ethics, caring for me meticulously. Later, I clearly realized I had fallen for him. Reason told me I shouldn't catch feelings, but instinct overpowered reason. I was a willing victim. This sugar daddy arrangement felt like a clingy four-year relationship. Until Song Qingyu became a megastar. He started getting so busy he was rarely seen, no longer sticking to me. He established his own studio, replaced the assistant I had assigned him, and started staying out all night regularly. This is how he mentioned me to others: "Gratitude for discovering me? I paid that back a long time ago. "I don't owe Jiang Yu anything. He's not my benefactor." ... I once thought that over a long period of time, I could make him love me too, keeping him by my side forever. I was wrong. 4 An S-rank Alpha looks down on an ordinary Beta. That was the conclusion I reached after a sleepless night. I took an ice pack from the fridge to apply to my eyes, quickly adjusted my emotions, and got ready for work. But just as I put on my shoes... The front door was suddenly kicked open. I looked up sluggishly, meeting the travel-worn, deeply hostile eyes of Song Qingyu, and my whole body trembled. "Why are you..." "Brother, why was your phone turned off last night?" Seeing I couldn't answer, Song Qingyu kissed me without allowing any explanation. The force was so strong, it felt like he wanted to devour me whole. Fortunately, I'm not affected by pheromones. I gripped his jaw, pulled back to catch my breath, and asked: "Are you in your susceptible period?" Song Qingyu shook his head, then nodded. "You can't go to the company today, brother." He dragged me to the second-floor bedroom. After scanning the room, his movements became much gentler. After all, we've shared a bed for five years. He knows exactly how to serve me to give me pleasure. In a moment of hazy consciousness, I softened my tone and asked: "Didn't you say you were shooting on location today? Why did you suddenly come back?" Song Qingyu's movements didn't pause. He blurted out: "Because I missed you, brother." He tilted my face, forcing me to look at him: "We haven't seen each other in so long, didn't you miss me?" "..." For a moment, I almost forgot the bullet comments' warning. But they quickly popped up again, haunting me: [LOL, is the cannon fodder male side character touching himself again?] [Why don't you ask what our Best Actor Song really wants?] [Karma is a bitch. You used him before, now he's just using you. There's not a shred of genuine feeling...] My throat tightened. Feigning nonchalance, I turned my face away and awkwardly probed: "Tell me, what do you want?" Song Qingyu froze at that. And my breathing was caught with him. After a long pause, he forced a stiff smile and said he wanted the second male lead role in a major director's upcoming finale film. "Director Zhao has a weird temper. Most people can't hire him. I heard you have a history with him, brother..." I couldn't hear the rest of his words clearly, and I forgot to wonder why he didn't ask for the lead role. My mind was filled with one thought—the bullet comments were all true. But I just couldn't bring myself to sever all ties immediately. I can only slowly withdraw, detach. 5 Zhou Zhou quickly showed up at the villa. He wasn't an employee of my company. He shot me a somewhat reproachful glare before turning to advise Song Qingyu. "Qingyu, Cameron is already getting angry on set. You should head back..." He tried to reach past the front door to grab Song Qingyu, but I frowned and blocked him. "Did I invite you in?" This villa is my house. Zhou Zhou's face turned ugly for a moment as he looked at Song Qingyu. "Why are you looking at me? Apologize." Song Qingyu wrapped his arm around my waist, his expression equally displeased: "Who taught you to speak to your boss's boss like that?" I was stunned. The bullet comments quickly filled the screen with curses. [It's totally normal for the young couple to have separation anxiety. Can the male side character stop trying so hard to make his presence known?] [Actually, our precious bottom could also help the top get that role, but the top can't bear to let money taint this relationship. He'd rather run back and act with the male side character than let our precious bottom intervene...] [Yeah, let the top keep pretending to be mean to our precious bottom. It definitely won't be hard or tiring when he has to grovel to win him back later...] "No need to apologize. You go with him." I pried Song Qingyu's hand off. Uncharacteristically, I wasn't aggressive, stepping back: "I'll get you the second male lead role in that movie. You can go." 6 After seeing Song Qingyu off, I still went to work. My secretary quickly dug up Zhou Zhou's background. He was the only son of the Zhou family, the leading construction enterprise in the country. To pursue love, he condescended to enter the entertainment industry as a manager. I closed the file. It said he had been openly in love with Song Qingyu for four years. Before, so many wealthy Omegas had flocked to Song Qingyu, and he had completely ignored them all. Except for Zhou Zhou. He allowed an Omega with a 98% compatibility rate to stay by his side. Allowed someone with such obvious intentions to orbit around him all day... "Mr. Jiang, should we keep this newcomer?" Seeing me spaced out, Secretary Wu pushed another file in front of me, mechanically repeating the situation. I was annoyed and wanted to push it away, but when I saw the photo clearly, I froze. "Did you find him on purpose?" "He came to us on his own." The boy in the photo looked 70% like Song Qingyu when he first debuted. Raw and green, but undeniable charismatic. But offering himself up at this specific time... Does he really think I'm just a lovestruck fool? I suddenly found it quite amusing and told Secretary Wu to keep him. Working late into the night, the bullet comments were still floating before my eyes. They talked about Song Qingyu and his little assistant acting ambiguously on set, then said he felt disgusted by last night and took several showers after returning to the crew... I tried desperately to ignore them. But every word stung my eyes. Disgusting enough to make me nauseous. After throwing up in the bathroom for a while, I forced myself to open my laptop at home to handle some business. Unexpectedly, a piece of paper fluttered out. Written in crooked handwriting: [Don't turn off your phone, I need to check in, I'm begging you, brother QAQ] How funny. Who said Song Qingyu had bad acting skills because he was a nepotism hire? He's acting pretty well right now. 7 I hadn't made up my mind to let Song Qingyu go yet, so naturally, I didn't plan on exposing him. While he was abroad shooting the movie, I didn't show a hint of displeasure. I took his check-in calls on time and listened to his reports. Except, I wouldn't ask a single extra question. Whether it was gossip about a certain actor on the trending list, or rumors of a showmance on set. Even when a foreign beauty suddenly crashed the video call, jokingly kissing him on the cheek. I remained unfazed. "Brother, don't misunderstand, she's my..." Song Qingyu frantically shooed the person out of the room, turned back to my completely impassive face, and instantly choked on his words. Even separated by thousands of miles. The air seemed to share the same dead silence. Seeing he had no desire to continue explaining, I yawned and casually ended the conversation: "Let's stop here for today. You get back to work, I should sleep too." For the next few days, Song Qingyu didn't initiate contact. He was very busy. So I also worked my ass off to find things to do. I finished a month's worth of work in one week, and used business dinners as an excuse to drink heavily. Secretary Wu couldn't stop me. Halfway through getting drunk, while taking a break to vomit in the restroom, someone suddenly grabbed my arm. "Mr. Jiang, if your stomach is bad, stop drinking. I'll drink for you." I struggled to lift my eyes. It was the boy who looked 70% like Song Qingyu in the photo, Xu Heyin. 8 Xu Heyin finished the second half of the business dinner for me. I was indeed feeling too sick to touch another drop of alcohol, and I also wanted to see what kind of stand-in they had sent to mess with my head. "Mr. Jiang, am I good-looking?" On the way home, Xu Heyin, who had volunteered to be my "bodyguard," turned his head and blinked at me mischievously. As an Alpha, he lacked Song Qingyu's sharp, brooding edge, possessing more of a bright, sunny disposition. "Very good-looking." I shifted my blatant gaze, looking out the window at the passing traffic. "Then do you think I can be famous?" he pressed. I nodded again. "Yes." The industry had always lacked a beautiful, strikingly handsome male actor with a mixed-race vibe who still retained a masculine edge, like Song Qingyu. In all the years since his debut, there still hadn't been a substitute for him. It must have been hard for them to find someone so similar for me. Hearing the satisfactory answer, Xu Heyin, like a child who just got candy, was in a great mood, humming a little tune all the way. The driver parked the car steadily in the courtyard, and he sensibly unbuckled my seatbelt and helped me out of the car. Despite drinking so much, it was as if he hadn't drunk at all, tightly supporting my unsteady steps. He was attentive and polite throughout. Only when we reached the front door did he suddenly stop and turn his head. He leaned in slightly, whispering in my ear, his voice as quiet as a mosquito: "So, compared to Senior Song?" I was feeling a bit dizzy and nauseous, and his provocation made me shudder. It took me a moment to react: "What?" Xu Heyin smiled, straightened up, and raised his voice to repeat: "I said, compared to Senior Song Qingyu, who do you like more?" ...What a boring question. Tired of dealing with him, I pushed him away, turned around, and started walking back. But before I could even raise my hand to scan my fingerprint... The front door suddenly opened from the inside. An Alpha radiating bone-chilling coldness gritted his teeth, pointed behind me, and demanded sinisterly: "Brother, who is he?" 9 I never expected Song Qingyu to return a month early. Even less did I expect him to coincidentally witness this scene. My stomach suddenly cramped. Too late to explain, I ran to the bathroom and dry heaved. But I couldn't throw anything up. "Brother, take some medicine." Song Qingyu handed me a glass of warm water, along with the stomach medicine we always kept at home. For some reason, my intuition told me it wasn't a stomach issue. I just took the water to rinse my mouth. In an instant, the back of my neck was pinched and lifted, meeting the gloomy, terrifying gaze in the mirror: "You are covered in his scent." Alpha pheromones—naturally, I couldn't smell them. If I could, I'd probably be choking right now. Because according to the bullet comments, an Alpha of Song Qingyu's caliber absolutely despises anyone else touching what belongs to him. This isn't about love or affection; it's purely an instinctive possessiveness. "Did brother not come visit me on set abroad because of him?" "Is he brother's new favorite?" "I'm so sorry. I worked myself to death to finish filming a month early and rushed back, only to interrupt your date..." Song Qingyu casually glanced at the dining table downstairs, covered in dishes, as if watching a joke, his tone suddenly dropping: "Jiang Yu, is my timing really that bad? Did I interrupt your next step?!" "What right do you have to question me?" A flash of pain crossed Song Qingyu's eyes, yet it pierced my heart precisely like a poisoned needle. I looked at the bullet comments detailing how much he loved Zhou Zhou. For a moment, emotions surged, and I exploded, almost hysterically: "Song Qingyu, we only have a sugar daddy arrangement. What right do you have to question me, to restrict my freedom, huh?!" 10 Everything was a complete mess. I never thought I'd say such sarcastic, hypocritical words to Song Qingyu, like a dancing clown. But words once spoken cannot be taken back. He was stunned for a long time before he recovered, his eyes red, panting heavily. The bullet comments, however, found it hilarious: [LOL, is the protagonist top's acting too good? I almost thought he really loved this cannon fodder.] [It could also be because this cannon fodder deliberately said the opposite. The protagonist top always thought he liked him, but it turns out he doesn't... basically, his unrequited feelings are a bit embarrassing hahaha.] [Stop talking. After the top finishes this scene, he'll quickly go find our precious bottom to compensate for his mental distress...] Song Qingyu snapped back to reality, released my neck, and stormed out the door. I didn't stop him. A bird forcibly kept in a cage will never truly belong to you. I went downstairs and sat at the dining table. The table full of delicacies was still steaming slightly. They were all my favorites. I buried my head and took a few bites, mixing my tears with the rice. It tasted awful. 11 Song Qingyu didn't come back that night. Instead, it was Xu Heyin who, the next day, covered in bruises and with a slight bruise on his right cheek, cried uncontrollably in my office. [Gotta play the part. The top even pretended to be jealous and beat up his rival. What a brilliant move!] [As expected of a Grand Slam Best Actor...] So it's acting again. Is it really all just acting?! Xu Heyin was giving me a headache. I just threw a big-budget movie his way to shut him up. At night, I wrote, deleted, and rewrote a text message on my phone, ultimately pressing delete. As for news about Best Actor Song, it gets pushed to me even without deliberately searching for it. He was shooting a commercial in the neighboring city today. In the video, Song Qingyu didn't look well, so his manager Xiao Zhou was constantly fussing over him, fanning him, handing him water, and massaging him intimately... sparking suspicions among the melon-eating masses about their relationship. I didn't make a furious phone call to question him like I used to. I just looked at it for a few extra seconds. Then, I deleted all draft messages and locked the screen. The next day, I traveled to various places for business trips. In foreign lands, I worked non-stop for three weeks. I successfully landed myself in the hospital. ... When I opened my eyes again, the pungent smell of disinfectant flooded my lungs, making me nauseous. "Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang Yu." My doctor friend pushed up his glasses, smiling at me, gritting his teeth as he asked: "Did you know that your 'good' male pet managed to get you, an infertile Beta, PREGNANT?" 12 How the f*ck was I supposed to know? A Beta, built like a robot, can actually get pregnant? If I had known, I wouldn't have gone bareback just for the thrill... "Jiang Yu, are you listening to me?" Gu Chen flipped through the test results, snapping me back to reality: "This baby is only a month old, you should get rid of it. There are barely any cases of Betas giving birth domestically..." "What about abroad?" I actually kind of wanted a child. Or rather, as an orphan abandoned at the orphanage door right after birth, I wanted family, someone tied to me by blood, someone who wouldn't easily leave me. "I have money, I can minimize the risks." Gu Chen was momentarily speechless, frowning in silence. He knew I've always been stubborn. So he stopped trying to persuade me. "Do you really like him that much?" he just asked. I couldn't be bothered to explain the real reason, so I just replied: "Help me keep this a secret, especially from him."
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