“Because Wang Jiaxi bullied me, his sudden death made me curious, so I asked a friend to bring me.”
Yin Sangyu finished fastening Xiao Muyi’s buttons, smoothing the wrinkles on his clothes, and calmly delivered his prepared excuse.
“Is that really so?”
Xiao Muyi asked, “Someone who can easily knock out six male alphas—could you really be bullied by Wang Jiaxi and his group?”
Yin Sangyu was momentarily speechless. His frail act was impossible to explain. Embarrassed, he tried to pull his hand back, but a warm, soft hand gripped his fingertips.
Xiao Muyi lowered his eyes to a spot of crimson blood on Yin Sangyu’s hand, his gaze darkening, and asked again, “Are you… really an omega? Was meeting me online truly a coincidence?”
Yin Sangyu felt Xiao Muyi’s grip tightening.
He clenched his teeth lightly, as if indignant, but his tone carried helpless strain, “What’s your real purpose in approaching me?”
Without waiting for an answer, Xiao Muyi lifted his head, brows slightly furrowed, eyes still glistening from earlier tears, pleading almost hopelessly, “If I kneel and beg, can you please… not do anything too excessive to me?”
He looked truly pitiful, trembling like a drenched kitten saved from drowning, pleading for human kindness.
Yin Sangyu felt a fleeting pang, but he knew beneath the kitten’s facade was an unknown beast. He hadn’t forgotten whose funeral this was—Wang Jiaxi’s mangled corpse lay in a coffin nearby.
It was all fake. Xiao Muyi’s weakness was a ploy to trick him. Admitting the deception now would be disastrous.
Hardening his heart, Yin Sangyu grabbed Xiao Muyi’s hand, pressing it to just below his abdomen before Xiao Muyi could react, declaring boldly, “I might be fiercer than others, but I’m truly an omega. I absolutely didn’t deceive you.”
Even female alphas had something there.
Everything could be faked, even pheromones stolen, but an empty space couldn’t be.
Xiao Muyi indeed felt nothing there, stunned by Yin Sangyu’s audacious move. His big eyes widened, forgetting to pull his hand back.
“You still don’t believe me?” Yin Sangyu frowned, moving to lift his skirt, “Then I’ll show you clearly.”
Xiao Muyi’s pale face flushed red instantly. He yanked his hand back as if shocked, retreating into the grass’s shadows, “I-I believe you. You don’t need to show me.”
Yin Sangyu, triumphant, tugged his lips into a brief smile, then adopted a sulky, aloof demeanor, letting out a cold hum.
Xiao Muyi curled up, hugging himself tightly, like an innocent boy molested by a thug, breathing faster.
Seizing the chance to avenge his headaches, Yin Sangyu pressed on, dissatisfied, “I beat all the bad guys for you. Don’t you have anything to say?”
“Thank you.” Xiao Muyi turned his head aside, unwilling to face him.
“And why did you suddenly block me?”
“Sorry…” Xiao Muyi apologized reflexively, but the apology was reluctant, tinged with a huff.
Yin Sangyu paused, sensing something off.
Xiao Muyi wasn’t just breathing faster. Clutching himself, fingers digging into his arms, he couldn’t stop trembling—an reaction beyond mere shyness or nerves.
“What’s wrong?” Yin Sangyu asked, reaching for Xiao Muyi’s shoulder.
Before touching him, Xiao Muyi shuddered violently, shrinking further into the corner, using bushes’ shadows to hide, “I’m fine. Don’t… mind me.”
Yin Sangyu narrowed his eyes, ignoring him. He firmly grasped Xiao Muyi’s chin, forcing his face up, revealing flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, merely feigning calm.
Yin Sangyu understood immediately, stating confidently, “They drugged you too.”
Xiao Muyi shook his head, then nodded, enduring embarrassment, “Lingling, can you leave for a bit?”
Yin Sangyu nodded, realizing Xiao Muyi needed to handle a private matter. As an alpha, he shouldn’t stay. He said briskly, “Alright, I’ll guard the entrance.” You are reading on novelping dot com, the official source.
Turning to leave, after a few steps, he doubled back, considerately dragging the alphas’ bodies to another spot to spare Xiao Muyi discomfort.
At the entrance, a wooden bench offered rest. With no one around, Yin Sangyu sat in a bold, un-omega-like pose, waiting silently for Xiao Muyi to finish.
During this gap, he reflected.
Though the situation was urgent, acting rashly was impulsive. Saving Xiao Muyi earned no gratitude, only suspicion.
But it wasn’t Xiao Muyi’s fault. What omega could fight five or six alphas? It defied common sense.
Perhaps he should’ve masked himself as an anonymous hero.
Still, his impulsiveness wasn’t fruitless. He noticed something.
The author of His Majesty the Emperor’s Little Beta must have despised Xiao Muyi.
Yin Sangyu had always found it odd—Xiao Muyi and Nie Jinghe didn’t know each other, so where did his inexplicable hatred come from?
Take today. Without Yin Sangyu, if Xiao Muyi had been violated by those alphas, their deaths would be justified, and Li Ziyi’s guilt deserved.
Yet the novel only depicted Xiao Muyi’s cruel slaughter of his foster family, never mentioning Li Ziyi’s abuses, painting Xiao Muyi as an ungrateful, bizarrely evil wolf.
So, perhaps Xiao Muyi’s hatred for Nie Jinghe wasn’t baseless—something was omitted.
Throughout the novel, Xiao Muyi courted death like a jackal refusing to let go of Nie Jinghe, an obsession beyond reason.
Yin Sangyu deduced that uncovering the hidden truth and erasing Xiao Muyi’s hatred for Nie Jinghe could raise the redemption value by at least 500 points.
Five hundred points meant half the task list.
A dark glint flashed in Yin Sangyu’s eyes, his plan set. He’d use Nie Jinghe to probe Xiao Muyi later for potential breakthroughs.
Time passed quickly in thought. Over half an hour later, Xiao Muyi showed no sign of finishing.
Feeling the time was right but wary of awkward encounters, Yin Sangyu asked the system, “Is Xiao Muyi done?”
System: [The drug’s effect is strong. The villain’s actions are clumsy and ineffective, likely his first time.]
Yin Sangyu said directly, “How much longer?”
System: [A long time. His actions so far haven’t alleviated the drug’s effect at all.]
Yin Sangyu was stunned, both at Xiao Muyi’s inability to satisfy himself as a man and his endurance, silent for over half an hour, “What then?”
He couldn’t wait forever. This was the Wang residence, with bodies still lying around.
System: [Host, you could help him.]
“Impossible.”
Yin Sangyu refused instantly. A principled alpha, responsible to his future omega, he wouldn’t mess around.
Helping another male beta with “that” pushed his limits. No matter how attractive or cute Xiao Muyi was, he refused—it was about alpha dignity.
Though male betas could pair with alphas, their pregnancy odds were low, not mainstream.
Typically, male betas preferred female betas, using the front to satisfy desires. Xiao Muyi, hating alphas and liking omegas, likely followed suit.
But the system said, [He’s trying hard but doesn’t dare go inside.]
Yin Sangyu blinked, his calm eyes rarely showing daze. After a moment, he voiced his confusion with a single syllable.
System: [The villain has a hidden ailment.]
In that instant, Yin Sangyu understood.
Xiao Muyi’s inability, coupled with intense shame, made him struggle internally, delaying action.
Tragic, sad, and truly pitiable.
But no matter how pitiful, Yin Sangyu wouldn’t sacrifice himself to help. Firm-faced, he told himself internally that humanity meant holding one’s bottom line.
So, he endured another half-hour of cold wind, forcing himself not to overthink, maintaining a calm facade.
Xiao Muyi was even more impressive, making no sound, as if nonexistent.
Yin Sangyu began suspecting Xiao Muyi had finished. He asked the system, “Is he done?”
System: [He’s still trying and about to faint.]
What was this, a male beta’s unyielding spirit?
Near fainting, yet unable to overcome his mental block? Was this villain too resolute or too cowardly?
Stunned and exasperated, Yin Sangyu blurted, “Impressive.”
Two minutes later, sighing, he stood from the bench, heading to the dark corner hiding the little fool.
Xiao Muyi sat disheveled on the ground, face unnaturally flushed, sweat dripping from his tender chin. To stifle sounds, he’d bitten his lower lip into a web of wounds.
Knowing Zhu Ling waited, he couldn’t stall, but he was drained, body lead-heavy, barely able to sit.
Breathing grew labored. One hand propped on the ground, the other clutched his chest tightly. Sweat slid into his eyes, mimicking tears, adding a shattered fragility.
As his vision blackened, dizziness mounting, consciousness fading, a clear, melodious voice roused a shred of awareness.
“Need my help?”
Lifting sweat-soaked eyes, Xiao Muyi saw Yin Sangyu before him. Biting his wounded lip hard, forcing his limp body to sit up, he said weakly, “Thank you… but no.”
“I… can handle it myself.”
Xiao Muyi’s frail yet stubborn look was pitifully endearing, easily stirring sadistic urges.
Yin Sangyu frowned, suppressing a strange feeling, crouching slowly like approaching a small animal, making himself seem safe, “You’re out of strength, aren’t you?”
“No…”
Before Xiao Muyi could deny, a finger pressed his lips, cutting him off.
The frost-flower-like, beautiful, aloof woman gently touched his lip wounds, but he felt no comfort.
Instead, a strong premonition of violation gripped him, like prey eyed by a beast, her blue eyes chillingly captivating. Danger surged through him, making him tremble, yet an instinct to submit to the strong lowered his head.
“Don’t worry, I’m an omega. I won’t hurt you. I just want to help.”
“Okay…”
Xiao Muyi’s voice trembled, “Okay.”