Chapter 19: I am a Beta, Don’t Be Scared
Shou Jiaxun’s forehead slammed squarely into Manager Liu’s nose. Manager Liu’s glasses, now plastered with black bean sauce, fell to the floor at their feet with a crisp clatter.
The noise was negligible, much like Shou Jiaxun’s resistance at this moment.
President Shou now realized that Xiao Yu was truly a saint.
When an Alpha genuinely intends to suppress an Omega, they hold every advantage of time, place, and biology; it was evident now that Young Master Xiao had been merciful back then.
Manager Liu, facing Shou Jiaxun’s “rudeness,” didn’t show even a hint of frustration.
He remained deeply affectionate, his voice soft and gentle. He simply pressed his knee against the Omega’s, preventing him from standing, and pinned his arms to stop him from stabbing that greasy chicken claw into his eyes again.
Then, he continued to release his Alpha pheromones, waiting for Shou Jiaxun to go limp on his own.
Shou Jiaxun really wished Uncle Guo could teleport here and jab a needle into the back of his neck right now.
…Because the area behind him was already wet.
Which was to say, his body was already prepared to be taken.
Even though his mind was filled with a hundred refusals and his mentality was on the verge of exploding, he couldn’t scream.
“Old Six’s” mouth rained fine, dense kisses on the corner of Jiaxun’s lips as he confessed tenderly, “Little Shou, I like you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I will marry you. We will get married and have many babies together.”
“You are so cute. Every time I see you staying up late to set up the stall, my heart aches. Let me take care of you. I will treat you well, very, very well.”
Shou Jiaxun had no doubt that if he opened his mouth even a millimeter, Manager Liu would decisively seal it with his own.
Heaven only knows if he would be “live-streamed” right here in this restaurant.
President Shou tried his best to turn his face away. waving the chicken claw within his limited range of motion, and managed to sweep a porcelain plate off the table.
The sound of shattering china was crisp, but unfortunately, it didn’t attract the attention of the waiters outside.
Perhaps because there were few staff on duty at night, there was simply no one out there.
However, the harsh sound sobered President Shou up slightly. He lowered his noble head as much as possible and pleaded, “Not here, let’s go somewhere else…”
He thought that as long as they walked out of this door, there might still be a chance for a “reversal.”
But Manager Liu wasn’t called “Old Six” for nothing. Seeing Shou Jiaxun compromise, he was overjoyed but continued to press his advantage. He freed a hand to lift President Shou’s chin, making a request full of deep affection: “I’ll take you home right now; my place is very close. But first, let me kiss you, okay?”
Subjectively, Shou Jiaxun wanted to relax his jaw—being kissed was surely better than being screwed right here, right?
But his mental resistance made it impossible to relax; instead, he clenched his teeth even tighter.
The man revealed a doting smile, lowering his head to press against Shou Jiaxun’s lips, sucking gently; he probably wanted to use his thick love to soften the young Omega he had forcibly confined in his arms.
The braised chicken claw in black bean sauce, intended as a life-saving weapon, had been squeezed into mush.
President Shou’s mouth was finally pried open by the Alpha.
Having gotten what he wanted, the man let out a short sigh of satisfaction and tried to deepen the kiss.
But in the next second, the door to their private room was kicked open from the outside without warning.
A cacophony of accusations instantly filled President Shou’s eardrums—
“What are you doing?” / “This is a restaurant!” / “Are you crazy!?” / “Stop it, we’re calling the police!” / “Hey, let him go!”
Manager Liu immediately pulled everything above Shou Jiaxun’s shoulders tightly into his embrace. Shou Jiaxun struggled to even breathe, let alone call for help.
“Sorry, my wife suddenly went into heat. I’m taking him home right now. Trouble you to close the door, we’re leaving immediately.”
Old Six was indeed slick; he could handle even this kind of “social death” moment with ease.
A trembling, mangled chicken claw raised halfway into the air from under the middle-aged Alpha’s armpit… and attempted to draw a dragon.
But before he could draw the “pearl,” Old Six noticed. Shou Jiaxun’s entire arm was yanked back and tucked into the Alpha’s embrace.
Fortunately, a sharp-eyed angel noticed that the chicken claw was trying to write “SOS.” He decisively stepped forward, grabbed the Alpha’s shoulder, and dragged him backward, shouting, “You get off him first! I’ve already called the police! Whether he’s your wife or not, you can explain it to the cops later.”
Manager Liu finally lost his temper. He twisted his body to shove the other party while scolding, “Brat! Who asked you to meddle?”
Unfortunately, there was more than one “meddling brat.” Five or six boys in basketball jerseys squeezed into the doorway.
Seeing the Alpha get physical, they swarmed in immediately. The small private room instantly erupted with the clattering and banging of tables, chairs, and dishes.
Waiters ran over to break up the fight hearing the noise. Shou Jiaxun braced his hands on the seat of the chair, slowly stood up, backed away, and finally retreated to the corner, squatting down with his head in his arms, shrinking into a ball.
President Shou actually wanted to leave, but the basketball boys at the door all seemed to be Alphas. As they fought, the scent of their glands mixed with sweat spread through the air, choking the Omega until he couldn’t even open his eyes.
Shou Jiaxun knew they were good kids and was grateful, but his instinctive fear created a terrifying illusion that he was about to be gang-pressed by this group of Alphas.
He couldn’t walk past them. He could only retreat by instinct. When there was nowhere left to retreat, he shrank down, wishing for a shell so he could become a proper turtle.
Eventually, Manager Liu was dragged away. The waiter entered the room, turned on the high-power exhaust fan, and stuffed a fast-acting suppressant pill into Shou Jiaxun’s mouth.
Then, a boy wearing a bright red basketball jersey squatted in front of Shou Jiaxun and asked in a low voice, “Hey, we really called the police. Is he actually your husband?
If he is, we’ll scatter right now, otherwise, it’ll be hard to explain later.
If he isn’t, we’ll stay and testify for you.”
President Shou swallowed the pill with his own saliva and shook his head with difficulty. “He’s not. Thank you.”
His face was still buried in the crook of his arm as he spoke; he only waved the chicken claw in his hand up and down to express his gratitude.
The basketball boy probably saw that the chicken claw was being squeezed too miserably and decided to rescue it. He pulled a napkin from the table, wiped President Shou’s hand, and gently took the chicken claw, placing it back in the steamer basket.
“The air in here isn’t great. Shall I help you outside to sit?”
Shou Jiaxun slowly raised his head, revealing half his face. It was plastered with tears and sweat, looking utterly wretched, but what was even more wretched was the sticky, wet “aftermath” behind him.
“Not… very convenient.”
The basketball boy understood immediately. He pulled off the oversized red jersey he was wearing over his T-shirt and draped it over Shou Jiaxun’s head.
The jersey was huge to begin with—a custom team uniform by the looks of the logo. On a “sub-adult” Omega, adding a belt would make it a perfectly adequate dress.
Shou Jiaxun finally felt a bit safer. As he supported himself against the wall to stand, he sniffed gently. “You aren’t an Alpha?”
“My secondary gender is Beta. I can’t smell pheromones, don’t worry,” the basketball boy said quite considerately.
“That’s great.” President Shou finally felt grounded. He made a sincere request: “Then give me a hand… I’m dizzy.”
The boy grinned brightly. “Okay, I’ll help you downstairs. It’s cool outside. We can sit by the roadside; the police should be here soon.”
There were benches installed every few meters along the pedestrian street. Sitting here at one in the morning… definitely had nothing to do with romance.
But the night breeze was cool as water, and there was a tall, strong Beta hero guarding him. Plus, there were few pedestrians on the dark street, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing his pathetic state. President Shou finally relaxed.
Once relaxed, he wanted a cigarette to calm his nerves. He turned to ask the basketball boy, “Do you have a smoke?”
The boy immediately felt around in his shorts pocket, then grinned sheepishly. “I did, but it fell out during PE class this afternoon and got confiscated.”
Infected by the other’s sunny smile, Shou Jiaxun laughed too and chatted casually, “Where do you go to school?”
The boy pointed backward with his thumb. “No. 4 High School, very close.”
“Good school.” President Shou nodded, offering genuine praise. “I’ve heard of it. The cradle of Tsinghua and Peking University students. Future pillars of the nation.”
Hearing the word “pillars,” the basketball boy suddenly stood up and gestured above his head. “Pillars for building sheds, maybe.”
Shou Jiaxun’s smile deepened, the gloom over his head dispelled significantly by the boy’s antics. “How tall are you?”
After gesturing his height, the boy sat back down next to President Shou. “What does it look like?”
“One-nine-zero?”
“Close. My idol is two-one-three.”
“Wow…” President Shou raised his eyebrows in envy. “Twenty-three is still a growing age, you still have a chance.”
The boy laughed awkwardly. “Can’t grow anymore. If I grow more, I’ll have to join a professional team. It’ll be inconvenient to do anything else.”
T/n: Enjoy reading!
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