The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 10.1

Chapter 10: Revenge: Like a beautiful cat soaked in the rain. Part 1

Tang Xingye: [Damn scammer, if you call me that again, I’ll slap you twice!]

Anonymous User: [Hehe, okay, okay! Slaps are good, feels so good! You even gave me a nickname, thank you Wife!]

The Alpha behind the screen got even more excited! In his view, having his gentle and beautiful Wife say this—how could it not count as a reward?

He immediately changed his username. Dead was fine, after all, he only wanted to die on top of his Wife.

Scammer: [I have both a left and a right cheek, Wife considered everything, Wife you are so considerate!]

Scammer: [Wife has stated the reward, where is the card number! Where is the payment QR code! I’ll give you all the money I earned!]

Damn scammer!

Tang Xingye blocked the person with a cold face and deleted the text messages.

A WeChat message popped up. Tang Xingye stared at the phone screen, his finger hovering over the “Confirm Receipt” button for a long time. The salary amount that just arrived was a whole four hundred less than expected—the full attendance bonus had been deducted cleanly.

The message from the store manager hung glaringly at the top of the chat interface:

[Xiao Tang, your work attitude these past few days hasn’t been good. Many customers coming to the store are your classmates, and you always chat endlessly when you meet them. Wages are paid based on days worked; full attendance is deducted.]

Tang Xingye stared at these lines for a while before typing a quick reply: [I’ve already worked the full month, and they were the ones who actively came to chat with me. I refused them all, and I reminded them to order as soon as possible so as not to delay the store’s business. Why has it become my fault?]

As soon as the message was sent, a voice message from the manager popped up: [In the end, didn’t you cause it? People just wanted to add a WeChat. If you hadn’t given those customers a bad attitude, would they have pestered you to make a point?]

Tang Xingye was scolded severely and was left speechless, momentarily unsure who to curse.

Seeing that the other party unwillingly accepted the wages, the store manager turned around and called Ji Yu. “Everything was done according to your instructions. Tang Xingye has voluntarily resigned. My subordinates were insensible and couldn’t even handle such a small matter well.”

Ji Yu frowned. Why is this different from the direction I expected?

Clearly, those impoverished high-achieving students shouldn’t be like this. They should choose to attempt a compromise because they didn’t want to lose the deducted wages or were forced by livelihood. At that time, Ji Yu would make them kneel and apologize.

After all, for people with nothing, dignity is the cheapest bargaining chip.

He only wanted Tang Xingye to bow his head; he didn’t want him to lose his job.

Why didn’t Tang Xingye play by the book?

While he was distracted, the study door was pushed open, and his father walked in.

“Dad, is Cousin Chen okay? I heard he’s been locked in the ancestral hall for a while…” Ji Yu forced a smile, hiding a few degrees of probing in his tone.

The man glanced at him. “He knows better than you. As for you, you haven’t gone out to cause trouble recently?”

“How could I?” Ji Yu laughed sheepishly. “I just think Cousin Chen is quite wronged. An Alpha instructor using pheromones to bully an Omega—it’s justifiable for him to get physical, right?”

He spoke sincerely, but sneered in his heart. Of course he didn’t care about Ji Chen’s life or death; he wished this cousin would rot in the ancestral hall. He had been having fun lately, but suddenly thought to count the days—that cousin who loved to meddle in other people’s business should be coming out soon.

The man snorted coldly. “That person has some friendship with the Old Master. Punishing him is just giving someone a way out.” He paused, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. “Daring to lay a hand on a student… breaking three of his ribs was letting him off light.”

The man’s gaze suddenly became stern. “Learn more from Ah Chen. Don’t hang out with those fair-weather friends all day.”

The smile at the corner of Ji Yu’s mouth froze for a second. He nodded in agreement, rolling his eyes internally.

At the corner of the corridor, several students gathered together, their voices kept low but just loud enough for passersby to hear.

An Alpha spoke seemingly casually, “I’m going back to the dorm first.”

“Then come back quickly. I’ll tell you about Tang Xingye’s matter; it’s simply a disgrace to Betas.”

A Beta immediately picked up the conversation, voice filled with exaggerated disgust: “Anyone who gets close to him will have bad luck. Tang Xingye stood on the sidelines watching for a while, and our class lost the game. Even the coach said he’d never seen anything so ominous.”

The Alpha lowered his eyelashes, the corners of his mouth hooking up imperceptibly.

—Say a bit more.

—It’s best if everyone avoids him like the plague.

—That way, I can monopolize the beautiful Wife who is covered in cuts and bruises from rumors.

The Beta caught a glimpse of the Alpha’s subtle expression and sneered in his heart. He endured it, digging his nails deep into his palm to stop himself from showing off that he was Tang Xingye’s mistress.

—Idiot, actually believing this nonsense.

—I’ve been in a car alone with Wife. I am the mistress Wife personally approved of, the off-the-books husband.

—You poor wretch who hasn’t even spoken to Wife.

Each harboring their own thoughts, they stepped onto the stairs talking and laughing, but froze abruptly at the corner.

Tang Xingye was sitting right there.

The boy’s thin figure sat in the corner of the steps, turning his head to watch the water droplets outside the glass window, exposing a section of pale nape. The moisture of the rainy day condensed on the glass window; the winding water droplets cast dappled light and shadows on his profile, revealing an indescribable sense of brokenness, making him look like a beautiful cat soaked in the rain.

The air solidified instantly.

The Alpha’s pupils contracted sharply, and his Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably.

—Fuck.

—Wife is so white even on the back of his neck.

—I really want to bite it, using canine teeth to slowly grind against that skin. The pink and tender gland… not only bullying Wife until he cries, but also filling him with scalding pheromones. So when he goes out, he’ll be holding my pheromones, and if he doesn’t want to be seen, he can only block it with an inhibitor patch.

The Beta swallowed his saliva, his gaze glued to that beautiful tear mole.

—Want to lick.

—Want to use the tip of my tongue to lick Wife all over.

—When I press him in my arms and lick, will Wife whimper like a kitten?

Tang Xingye rubbed his pendant, suddenly turning his head. His clear gaze swept over them.

His eyes were beautiful, but also very cold. Seeing them, a flash of disgust passed through.

His pale pink lips opened and closed, spitting out: “Scram.”

The voice was cold, clearly filled with utmost disgust, yet a tingling electric current shot through their spines simultaneously, and a secret pleasure rose up.

—Fuck, getting cursed by Wife feels so good.

—Going crazy, Wife sounds so good even when cursing people…

—Want to kneel down and lick the tips of Wife’s shoes, be stepped on by Wife, and watch him curse “disgusting” with a cold face.

—Stopped pretending. I just want to be Wife’s dog. If Wife is unhappy, kick me. Even if it hurts, I’ll crawl back wagging my tail and rub against Wife’s leg. Hehe, just thinking about it feels so good.

Tang Xingye watched this group of people suddenly fall silent as chickens. He frowned, noticing their dodging eyes, then blushing faces; someone even lost their footing and rolled down the stairs.

The weirdest part was that the Alpha who fell and had a bloody face got up quickly from the ground, looked at him, giggled obsessively, and then walked away with same-side arm and leg movements.

“…”

Does this group of people… have something wrong with them?

“Tang Xingye.”

Hearing someone call his name, Tang Xingye saw Lin Mo from the corner of his eye. He walked out from the study room opposite and stood in front of him.

This was a corner of the teaching building; Lin Mo was used to coming here for self-study.

“Take this and go back to the dorm.”

Lin Mo handed over an umbrella. The ribs were cold silver, the surface matte black, the fabric thick—it looked like an expensive umbrella.

A familiar mint pheromone scent lingered at the tip of his nose.

Tang Xingye took it in a bit of a trance. Touching the umbrella handle, he was chilled by the unique coldness of the metal, but quickly adapted to the temperature.

“If you cry, it will be very noisy. Take it and go anywhere.”