The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 66

Chapter 66: Not Very Familiar

“Old Rost had several marriages in his lifetime. Including his illegitimate and stepchildren, he had enough descendants to form an interstellar soccer team. Peter was the child of old Rost and his first partner, and Romeo was the stepson brought by old Rost’s last partner. There was a certain age gap between the two, so it’s normal for them not to be familiar with each other,” Wen En said.

“Wow, these high-ranking, rich people really love to have children,” Della said. “So, why would Romeo suddenly look up this information? Could it be that he wants to establish a brotherly relationship with Peter and get a piece of the pie from him?”

Wen En propped up his chin, stared at Peter’s robot-like, expressionless masked face, and after a moment of thought, said, “Probably not. I’ll ask him when I get the chance.”

“Huh?” Della said. “How are you going to ask? Are you going to tie him to an electric chair, or throw him into a water prison for interrogation?”

Wen En: “There’s no need to be so violent…”

Della said, “You know, Romeo is not a normal person. If you ask him in the way you would a normal person, he won’t give you a good face.”

That’s true.

Wen En: “…So you really didn’t fight with Claire with the hangers in the wardrobe, right?”

Della: “Really not. I’m not lying.”

Wen En: “Oh~~~” His tone was definitely not sarcastic.

Della had a point. But Wen En didn’t want to treat Romeo in such an extreme way for now. He said, “Anyway, I have my own methods.”

“Alright,” Della gave Wen En a meaningful look and said in a very suggestive tone, “Don’t ask until you end up in bed or in the bathroom.”

Wen En’s face was expressionless. “…You’re overthinking it.”

When Wen En returned to the room, Romeo was already lying in bed. The room was dimly lit. He had his back to him, and his breathing was slow and even.

He’d be a ghost if he were asleep.

Wen En walked to his bedside, gently pinched a strand of golden hair on the back of Romeo’s head, and pulled.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!”

Romeo shot up from the bed and landed on the floor.

“Are you crazy?!” Romeo clutched the back of his head and cursed.

“Oh, I thought you were already asleep,” Wen En said.

“Even if I were asleep, you would have woken me up!”

“I’m very sorry,” Wen En said. Although his tone did not sound apologetic at all.

—After all, this damn guy had been badmouthing him with Claire quite a bit. According to Wen En’s usual temper, he should have pulled out all of Romeo’s hair. But he didn’t. He was much gentler now than before.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m going to sleep,” with that, Romeo turned over, his back to Wen En again.

“But I can’t sleep,” Wen En said, sitting on Romeo’s bed.

“So you’re bothering me because you can’t sleep?” Romeo said irritably.

“Oh, so you’re getting tired of me now?” The corner of Wen En’s mouth twitched, his tone unfriendly. His hand forcefully gripped Romeo’s shoulder, forcing him to look him in the eye.

“I didn’t mean that,” looking at Wen En’s dark eyes, Romeo’s tone softened a lot. He glanced at the wall clock. The clock showed that it was 3:40 in the morning. “If you still don’t want to sleep,” Romeo’s fingertips twirled at the edge of Wen En’s collar, “I don’t mind doing something to help you sleep.”

“For example?” Wen En raised an eyebrow.

“For example, this…”

Warm fingers slid from Wen En’s collar to the back of his neck, rubbing the Beta gland on the back of his neck. Unlike Omegas and Alphas, this part of a Beta had long since degenerated into a useless organ, like an appendix or a wisdom tooth, and naturally did not emit any pheromones.

Wen En’s scent was different from usual. Today, it was a sweet smell, like an apple.

Romeo turned his head and leaned in close to Wen En’s ear.

Wen En could feel the Alpha’s every breath, like a reed, brushing against his ear bone, earlobe, and chin, making him itch.

Until the next second, Romeo said something that almost sent Wen En to the sky. Romeo said, “Have you presented as an Omega? Why do I smell a faint fragrance on you?”

Wen En: …

Wen En sniffed his sleeve and said, “This is the smell of XX brand fabric softener.”

The reason was that this daily chemical company was also a sponsor of I.F.A.D. All the toiletries in the headquarters were provided by this company.

“I’m a Beta who presented more than ten years ago. How could I become an Omega? Don’t overthink it,” Wen En sneered.

“Oh~” Romeo squeezed Wen En’s shoulder and said with a grin, “I’ve seen a lot of fan comics online where the main character is set up like this.”

“Is that a proper comic?” Wen En glanced at Romeo.

“Probably not very proper,” Romeo propped himself up and whispered in Wen En’s ear again, “After the main character becomes an Omega, he gets ambiguous with a lot of Alphas…”

“You little bastard,” Wen En laughed in anger. He seriously suspected that Romeo was alluding to him. He raised his hand and, not too heavily, not too lightly, tapped Romeo on the forehead, warning, “You dare to say another word?”

The moment he finished speaking, Wen En felt a wave of dizziness, as if the entire room had been turned upside down. The ceiling and the floor had swapped places. The sky was dark and gloomy, while the ground emitted a white halo of incandescent light.

“What are you doing?” Wen En looked at Romeo in shock. At some point, Romeo was under him. “Are you crazy, you damn little mad dog!”

“Let’s play a game,” Romeo said. “I promise I’ll make you very happy.”

Romeo raised both hands. He first made two scissor gestures, then the “scissors” of his left hand lay flat, and the “scissors” of his right hand, in a victorious posture, straddled the “scissors” of his left hand.

Wen En’s eyes widened. “You dare?”

Before he could protest, he slid down like he was on a rollercoaster, and he hadn’t even had time to fasten his seatbelt.

Wen En stopped talking. He was afraid that if he spoke, it would lead to more gaffes.

“It’s not that bad, is it?” Romeo kissed the corner of his mouth, as if to comfort him.

“…It’s very bad,” Wen En said through gritted teeth. “It’s terrible.”

“Liar,” Romeo gripped his hand tightly, his five fingers intertwined with his.

He heard Romeo whisper, “Wen En, you’re the one who’s the duplicitous liar.”

Afterwards.

Wen En lay on Romeo’s bed, silently listening to the rustling sound of the shower in the bathroom.

He had taken a shower first, and only after he was done did Romeo go.

He had taken an average of three showers a day these past few days. He felt like his skin was about to be washed raw.

FXXK, I really want to smoke, Wen En touched his lips and thought, No, I never smoke this unhealthy stuff.

But the atmosphere was here. It just didn’t feel right without a post-coital cigarette.

As he was thinking, the bathroom door opened. Romeo came out, his body steaming with white, translucent water vapor, his upper body naked, and a bath towel wrapped around his lower body.

Wen En looked closely. He was holding some long, cylindrical thing in his hand.

“Want some body lotion?” Romeo shook the thing in his hand.

Body lotion? Wen En looked at the bottle of body lotion sponsored by the daily chemical company with a lack of interest. He had no habit of using such things. He hated the greasy feeling on his body.

Romeo opened the bottle cap and squeezed a dollop of white lotion into his palm. “Shall I help you apply it?” Romeo asked.

Wen En did not respond. But to Romeo, Wen En’s non-response was equivalent to a tacit “YES.” He spread the lotion evenly in his palm, and when the lotion had warmed to his body temperature, he lowered his head, gently grabbed Wen En’s ankle, then his calf, his knee, and like a snake, he climbed up step by step.

“Hey, take it easy. Don’t mess around,” Wen En stepped on Romeo’s shoulder, stopping him from getting any closer.

“I’m not messing around,” Romeo spread Wen En’s knees and said innocently, “Don’t you think your skin is very dry after taking so many showers?”

“If you don’t stop, we’ll both have to take another shower,” Wen En sneered.

“Alright, you’re right,” Romeo said, his eyes still not behaving. He looked down at the linen-cotton blanket covering Wen En’s abs. “But you’re not even wearing pajamas, and you’re lying on my bed,” Romeo said “wrongfully,” “If you get my blanket dirty, will you help me wash it?”

“Of course,” Wen En said.

He would have the butler robot send it to the residential area’s laundry room, where there were professional cleaning equipment and disinfection facilities to wash these clothes and blankets and bedsheets.

“I don’t believe you,” Romeo said.

“If you don’t believe me, then forget it,” Wen En “hmphed” and sneered.

“So, Wen En,” Romeo looked at the lazy Wen En lying on the bed and said, “What ‘intelligence’ are you trying to get from me this time?”

“Oh?” Wen En raised his eyes and said, “Will you tell me?”

“It depends,” Romeo showed his white, neat teeth and said with a grin, “And it depends on the conditions you offer. If I think it’s beneficial to me, I probably will.”

So that’s a no. Wen En’s face was expressionless, and he rolled his eyes a hundred times in his heart.

Romeo kissed Wen En’s hand and said wrongfully, “Why do you always go to bed with me to get information? Don’t you have any genuine feelings for me?”

“It’s not really for getting information,” Wen En said. “If I really wanted you to say something, I could just lock you in a small dark room, or tie you to an electric chair and turn it on to the maximum power.”

“…That’s a bit cruel, isn’t it?” Romeo only felt a chill down his back.

“Indeed,” Wen En nodded.

He pinched Romeo’s ear, massaging it not too heavily, not too lightly, and said:

“The reason I’m keeping you alive, apart from RV’s request, is that I think your size is not bad, and your looks are to my liking. It would be a pity if you were really electrocuted into an idiot or died in a small dark room. If you stay by my side obediently, I can slowly get information from you while making the most of you.”

“…”

A little too exciting.

In just a few short sentences, it had successfully ignited the flame of his thirst for excitement in Romeo’s heart—this was more intoxicating than any of Romeo’s previous adventures and trades.

“Calm down, okay?” Wen En frowned. Romeo’s gaze was a little too disgusting. He felt that the next moment, Romeo would turn into a viper and swallow him whole. What was even more disgusting was…

Wen En looked down at the little Alpha and said coldly, “I’ve changed my mind. It seems the electric chair is more suitable for you than a two-meter-long single bed.”

“I’m sorry,” Romeo patted it and said, “It just won’t go down. Just pretend it doesn’t exist.”

Wen En sneered, but then suddenly changed the subject, “Just now in the conference room, Della and I were looking at a person’s file.”

“Whose file?” Romeo was a little taken aback by Wen En’s jumping thoughts and asked.

Wen En said, “A serial killer’s file.”