[According to incomplete statistics, modern men believe women’s ultimate worries are: breaking out, turning ugly, gaining weight, face swelling.
In reality, modern women’s ultimate worry is: not having a dick.]
The electronic voice reverberated through the empty restroom, and a baffling figure was reflected on the smooth door panel.
A woman sat cross-legged on the toilet lid, one hand propping up her chin, the other hidden between her legs, sitting perfectly still, silent as a sculpture.
Suddenly, the “sculpture” moved—more precisely, the fingers hidden between her legs twitched.
Soft, springy, like a great beast with half-lidded eyes dozing off, resting with considerable weight in that unspeakable place.
[Oh, this goddamn feel.] Rong Xuanyu was dead inside.
“So, Xue Gou just gave me a dick?”
“Should I be grateful?” she said through gritted teeth, radiating an air of utter lifelessness, not even sparing the system: “You bitch-ass system.”
The electronic voice that had been playing dead finally seized its chance to chime in, its righteous tone tinged with barely concealed guilt:
“Host, you’ve got it wrong! Female alphas in the ABO Plane all grow dicks, owo!”
“Also, if you’re gonna curse the boss, you can’t curse 008 too, owo!” With that, before Rong Xuanyu could respond, it vanished with a whoosh.
As it turns out, when you’re too speechless, you laugh. Rong Xuanyu pushed open the stall door with a heavy aura, only to raise an eyebrow at her reflection.
Tight black jacket, wet-look hair with smoky makeup, and several knuckle rings stacked on her fingers—for an old-timer who’d lived who knows how many years, this ultra-edgy aesthetic was truly a death sentence.
And from the original host’s memories, she’d spent several nights perfecting this look just to seduce the villain.
But according to the upcoming plot, before the original host could even return to the private room for the next step, she’d be kicked out by a bunch of second-generation rich kids following the villain because she was too low-class.
Utterly ridiculous.
Rong Xuanyu splashed water on her face, grateful the original host couldn’t afford waterproof makeup, or her heart really couldn’t take it.
The heavy makeup dissolved on contact with water, gradually revealing the sharp, angular bone structure beneath. Water droplets traced down her smooth jawline to her pale neck, then disappeared under the pristine white collar. Combined with a calm, restrained aura refined over time, it inexplicably made one’s heart itch.
Relieved to find it was still her natural handsome face, Rong Xuanyu soon frowned at her clothes, wrinkled like pickled vegetables.
She turned back into the stall and pulled out the original host’s restroom-changing gear from under the bucket, fishing out a set of old clothes that had barely been worn and putting them on.
Meanwhile, 006 pretended to be an AI-converted robot issuing mission notifications, something like “Villain’s pregnancy progress (0/1) pending completion.” Rong Xuanyu let out a cold laugh, too lazy to entertain its little schemes.
As if. She’d slaved away in the No-CP Counterattack Department for so many years, finally about to reach retirement, and then this bullshit comes out of nowhere. No need to guess—this was definitely her best friend Xue Luling’s twisted sense of humor.
Who the hell eliminates a villain’s darkening value with such a messed-up method?
Do the mission? She’d wait for ghosts to help her finish it!
Rong Xuanyu strode over with her long legs, leisurely returning to the private booth. She walked alone to a corner away from the crowd and sat down, drawing no one’s attention.
008 began stirring restlessly again: 【Hey, host, look quick—that one in the pure white hoodie is the villain, Jiang Buli.】
Hearing this, Rong Xuanyu lifted her eyelids and cast a casual glance toward the young man at the center of the crowd, who seemed to be glowing.
From this angle, the young man’s figure was tall and well-proportioned, his shoulders and back straight. His slender waist, traced through the flickering lights, cast a tantalizing shadow along his side.
The young man stubbornly raised his head, his voice cold, as if he were questioning someone. Yet the tightly clenched fist hidden behind his back revealed to Rong Xuanyu a hint of unwillingness and grievance.
“Why won’t you dance with me?”
Standing across from Jiang Buli was a female Alpha with delicate features. Her face was full of impatience, her entire demeanor radiating distance and irritation. She frowned and replied, “We’re both Alphas. Don’t you find Alpha-Alpha romance disgusting?”
Seeing the young man from a prominent family go pale at her words, the girl felt immensely satisfied and deliberately provoked him further: “Listen carefully—I’ll only ever like Omegas in this lifetime.”
With that, she turned without a backward glance, took the hand of an Omega beside her, and walked into the dance floor.
Rong Xuanyu, who had been watching the drama unfold, suddenly let out a low chuckle and remarked, “How is this any different from kids squabbling over attention?” She genuinely couldn’t understand how behavior like this—children pulling at each other’s hair—could escalate into a plane collapse in the future.
008 was a master at reading the room. Sensing that its host’s mood had improved, it immediately seized the opportunity: 【Host, sweetheart, since you’re here anyway, why not do the mission? Think of it as a spouse officially assigned by the Plane Bureau.】
008 had long heard that Rong Xuanyu, the top dog of the No-CP Department, and its own boss had known each other since humble beginnings, supporting each other all the way. Though they bickered the moment they met, the bond between them was no lie.
No matter how many times Rong Xuanyu said this mission was something even a dog wouldn’t do, wasn’t she still here, grudgingly but dutifully, keeping an eye on the villain?
008 drifted off into its own fantasies: 【Hehe, host…】
No response.
008 had a bad feeling.
【Host!】
Rong Xuanyu’s neck went slack, her fluffy crown tilting slightly to the side, dark hair covering half her face. Her body rose and fell in small, rhythmic motions with her breathing.
S-She fell asleep?!
Like a bolt of lightning, 008 felt it would never see the light of day again.
Just as it was about to muster the courage to wake her up, someone arrived at the secluded corner.
Lu Lefeng had truly worn himself out worrying over his brother. In his opinion, his brother had no need to lower himself so much. If he just took what he wanted by force, the Xu family wouldn’t dare say a single word of objection even with a hundred times their courage.
That bitch Xu Weiyan simply didn’t know when she was well off!
Of course, he could only vent these thoughts in his own head. His brother was like a man bewitched—not a single bad word about Xu Weiyan was allowed, and anyone who said one would get an earful from him.
And sure enough, Xu Weiyan had barely danced with that sweet little Omega for a moment before she couldn’t take it anymore.
It was his own fault too. Lu Lefeng couldn’t help but want to slap himself. How had he been so bewitched as to come up with such a lousy idea?
Even if Jiang Buli found another dance partner and slipped into the dance floor, when it came time to swap partners, wouldn’t that ungrateful Xu Weiyan still refuse to accept his brother?
Originally, Jiang Buli wanted Lu Lefeng to accompany him, but Lu Lefeng waved his hands repeatedly upon hearing this. He was no longer young, and his mother was frantic with worry because he refused to find a partner. She had even once suspected he was an Alpha homosexual because he was always hanging around Jiang Buli.
If he danced today, who knew what wild thoughts and shocking remarks his mother would come up with when he got home.
To prevent his brother from getting any more ideas, a flash of inspiration struck Lu Lefeng, and he suddenly remembered the Phoenix Alpha he had brought in to test Xu Weiyan.
That kind of gold-digging trash, though not fit for the spotlight, could be dismissed with money—undoubtedly the most convenient option.
Upon hearing his idea, Jiang Buli once again looked reluctant, and Lu Lefeng felt his head spinning, afraid he might back out, so he quickly slipped away to fetch the person himself.
The private booth was too large, and Lu Lefeng searched for a long time without finding her. He even tripped over a scattered wine bottle, cursing angrily: “Country bumpkin with such shallow eyes, not hovering around your sugar daddy, but sneaking into some dark corner like a rat—do you think you’ll earn money that way?”
As he cursed, Lu Lefeng suddenly noticed that at the top of a row of booths facing away from him, a tuft of unruly black hair was swaying left and right with the air conditioning current.
Finally found you. The young master gritted his teeth.
As his gaze drew closer bit by bit, half of the woman’s body on the booth came into view. Lu Lefeng’s steps faltered, a hint of suspicion rising: This… did he mistake the person?
The woman in the booth was tall and slender, her face still the same face, yet somehow something felt different. Lu Lefeng stood before the sleeping Rong Xuanyu, unable to speak for a long time, forgetting all his purpose. He had arrived with firm strides, but when he left, his steps were unsteady, as if his soul had been lost.
He didn’t even dare to wake her.
The seat beside him sank, and Jiang Buli withdrew his gaze from the dance floor, only to find it was Lu Lefeng. But his demeanor was clearly off, and Jiang Buli couldn’t help frowning: “Weren’t you going to fetch the person? Where is she?”
Lu Lefeng: “Oh, I just realized—if you don’t like that gold-digging Alpha, I wouldn’t mind taking her off your hands…”
“…?” Jiang Buli stared at him, his expression startled.
In the capital, although the Lu family wasn’t as powerful as the Jiang family, they were still one of the top-tier old aristocratic houses. Lu Lefeng had been surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women since childhood, and with his playboy looks, he never lacked admirers. Thus, he changed lovers more quickly than he changed clothes.
Fickle yet ruthless, he had even earned the nickname “Heartless Lord” from his ex-girlfriends in the circle.
From childhood to now, when had anyone ever seen him in such a distracted state?
Jiang Buli’s eyes darted, and he strode toward the direction Lu Lefeng had just come from. The young master followed hesitantly behind him, looking as if he wanted to speak but held back.
As soon as he walked over, Jiang Buli suddenly understood why Lu Lefeng had looked that way.
The person was sprawled carelessly into the booth, her sleeping posture even more unrestrained than before. The hem of her clothes was slightly rolled up, revealing a sliver of fair waist and abdomen. A perfectly defined V-line disappeared into her waistband on both sides, both youthful and alluring.
The half-concealed sexual tension was off the charts. Jiang Buli glanced back at Lu Lefeng, thinking to himself, no wonder—this guy’s Heat Period was approaching, and he had never been picky. It would be strange if he didn’t develop feelings upon suddenly seeing such an explosive burst of pheromones.
But with no one else available at the moment, Jiang Buli patted Lu Lefeng and promised: “Once I’m done with her, if she’s willing to be with you, you can take her home.”
Lu Lefeng was so excited that he jumped up and threw his arm around Jiang Buli, exclaiming that his good brother was truly generous.
Jiang Buli shot him a glare, peeled Lu Lefeng off himself with a look of disgust, and walked straight over to Rong Xuanyu, intending to wake her up.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and patted Rong Xuanyu’s cheek.
Lu Lefeng’s brow twitched from the sidelines. Bro, are you sure you’re waking her up and not flirting?
Sensing the strange gaze beside him, Jiang Buli awkwardly withdrew his hand—but the girl in her sleep suddenly pressed her cheek into his palm and nuzzled against it. Accompanied by a few hoarse murmurs, a pair of dark eyes slowly drew open their curtains.
Lu Lefeng’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight. Forgetting to drool over Rong Xuanyu, his gaze darted rapidly between the two of them.
One stood ramrod straight, his hand intimately pressed against the girl’s face. The other hugged her schoolbag like an obedient little lover, actively nuzzling and rubbing against him.
Blood surged upward inch by inch. Lu Lefeng was so stimulated by this scandalous scene that he could barely suppress his pheromones—and yet his brother remained completely unmoved!
What a waste of a beautiful thing!
Rong Xuanyu had been sleeping all warm and cozy, and being abruptly roused left her still dazed as she stared at the dark figure before her.
The young man’s pupils dilated slightly, clearly aware of his impropriety, yet his expression remained cold as he forced himself to stay composed. In truth, his ears were burning red, and the hand resting against Rong Xuanyu’s cheek was stiff and frozen—nothing like the arrogant villain he usually appeared to be.
Pure-hearted and saying one thing while meaning another, like a fierce little tiger that was all bark and no bite.
On closer inspection, he had a well-behaved sort of face. When his expression tightened, a small dimple appeared at the corner of his lips. He just didn’t smile much, radiating an icy keep-your-distance vibe.
Rong Xuanyu’s verdict: Kind of cute.
Jiang Buli finally regained his composure. He yanked his hand back and hid it behind his back, his cheeks puffing out and flushing red, yet unable to utter a single word.
Seeing that things were going sideways, Lu Lefeng quickly picked up the conversation: “Hey, if I’m not mistaken, you’re here for my brother, right?”
Before Rong Xuanyu could speak, 008 was already roaring uncontrollably.
Host, oh host, seize this opportunity! I won’t allow you to say no at a time like this!!
Rong Xuanyu paused for a second, amusement shimmering in her eyes. She didn’t deny it, letting out a soft “mm” from her throat.
Since she couldn’t go back for now anyway, playing a little game with these kids to entertain herself wasn’t a bad idea.
Lu Lefeng took a deep breath, feeling like a fussy old mother having to handle everything himself—even his good brother’s little lover required his mediation.
He put on a smile and was about to coax her gently when Jiang Buli shoved him aside from behind.
The young master, accustomed to being pursued and adored, looked down at the girl from his height, pulled a black card from his inner pocket, and held it out before her. His voice was cold, carrying little respect.
“Dance with me, and this card is yours.”