The Coveted Gloomy Beta Roommate Chapter 7.2

Part 2

Originally, he just wanted to pretend to be an Omega to catfish Lu Zhi into an online relationship, and once he was hooked, he would self-expose his gender to disgust him to death. Now, Tang Xingye changed his mind. He wanted to guide Lu Zhi into saying disgusting, filthy things, then publish the chat logs to make Lu Zhi a laughingstock.

The internet was so big, and with anonymity, no one would know it was him, nor could it be traced back to him.

Thinking that everyone would soon see Lu Zhi’s true colors, Tang Xingye’s mood improved significantly.

After that day, Lu Zhi disappeared from the dorm for a few days again. The members of the project group subtly showed him a bit of sympathy.

Only Pei Lian acted like nothing had happened, sending him several restaurants and asking which one he wanted to go to. Tang Xingye, having been grossed out by Lu Zhi, didn’t want to go out for a meal alone with an Alpha anymore, so he found an excuse to decline.

His phone’s specs were too low; after using it for a while, it would start to heat up. A message suddenly popped up in the chat box.

Lu Zhi: [What are you doing?]

Candy Heart: [Thinking of you, Big Brother.]

Then Lu Zhi went silent again, as if he asked the question solely to confirm he was still alive.

After a week of chatting with Lu Zhi, the other party had been lukewarm. Occasionally, he would chat for a sentence or two, but that was the extent of it.

Tang Xingye felt that if he continued chatting like this, his plan might go bankrupt. unable to find a suitable person to discuss it with, he clicked on Shen Qing’s avatar.

He blurred Lu Zhi’s information and briefly explained the situation to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing was very pleasantly surprised: [Junior, are you in love?!]

Tang Xingye: [No, I just want him to like me.]

Shen Qing replied meaningfully: [Oh—]

Tang Xingye: [He speaks so coldly. When I actively seek him out to chat, he either replies with an “Mn” or ignores me for half a day.]

Listening to the description of their chat logs, Shen Qing’s frown gradually deepened. She was silent for a few seconds: [Junior, my words might be a bit harsh. This kind of Alpha just needs a beating. You should like someone else.]

Tang Xingye didn’t expect Shen Qing to say that about Lu Zhi. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. [I think so too!]

Thinking of his plan, he added with feigned distress, [But I still want to chat with him. Is there really no way?]

Shen Qing suddenly became alert: […Junior, did you send him photos?]

Tang Xingye: [Yes, I sent him photos of my pet at home.]

Shen Qing: [You didn’t send photos of yourself, did you?]

Shen Qing took a deep breath, her typing speed increasing: [Junior, listen to me! First, no selfies allowed; second, absolutely no photos of the gland, collarbone, waist, or legs; third, if he actively asks for photos, block him immediately!]

Thinking of the rumors that Tang Xingye was tricked into an engagement in high school, Shen Qing felt more and more uneasy the more she thought about it. She added a voice message: “This kind of hot-and-cold Alpha is the best at PUA (Pick-up Artist/Gaslighting). You think he’s cold now, but when he asks for photos later, he’ll definitely say ‘prove your sincerity to me’—it’s all a trap!”

“It’s just to trick a pure Beta like you into going to a hotel to have sex. Don’t think that just because you’re a Beta, it’s nothing, understand?”

Under Shen Qing’s earnest persuasion, Tang Xingye promised he would remember.

Ending the chat, Tang Xingye whispered an apology to Shen Qing in his heart: Sorry, Senior Sister, I lied.

He didn’t intentionally want to lie to Shen Qing; he just wanted to expose the ugly face of that scumbag Lu Zhi. When everyone saw his true colors, the Senior Sister would definitely praise him for doing a good job.

His chatting style used an Omega persona, so photographing his collarbone would definitely give him away. Tang Xingye thought about it and set his sights on his legs.

After thinking it over, Tang Xingye still couldn’t swallow his anger. Steeling his heart, he took off his pants, pressed his legs together, bent them, and found a suitable angle. His leg shape was slender and long, still distinct from a traditionally petite Omega.

He took a few photos and picked the most satisfactory one.

Legs crossed, glowing white against the dark bedsheets.

The knees revealed a faint pink, and the fleshy curve of the thigh disappeared into the shadows; further up was the unspeakable secret. Looking at the white, creamy flesh, one could imagine kneading it with hands, soft flesh spilling out from between the fingers.

He looked at it again and again. Thinking about sending it to that thirsty maniac Lu Zhi, Tang Xingye felt unhappy.

Why is a hypocrite like Lu Zhi liked and praised by everyone? Is being rich so amazing? What’s the point of worshipping this kind of person?

Lu Zhi wouldn’t share his family’s money, and who knew where their money came from? Maybe it involved exploiting the broad masses of working people.

Tang Xingye speculated darkly in his heart.

He looked down on Lu Zhi, but for the sake of his plan—one cannot catch the wolf without sacrificing the child—he gritted his teeth and hit send.

When the doorbell of the presidential suite rang for the third time, the waiter couldn’t help but frown. But thinking of the generous tip from this guest, he quickly adjusted his professional smile.

The moment the room door opened, a fierce wave of cocoa-scented pheromones surged out like a tide.

The waiter’s pupils contracted sharply. His face turned pale instantly. The powerful pheromones were like an invisible hand choking his throat, and a dull pain like a heavy blow radiated from his chest.

The Alpha inside the suite looked at him coldly, a gaze that seemed to be assessing an inanimate object.

“Your… Your…” The waiter’s voice was stuck in his throat. He panic-strickenly placed the packaging box on the marble floor of the entryway, not even waiting for the other party to sign for it. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he turned around.

The moment the door closed, he heard his own violent heartbeat, deafening in his ears. The feeling of exhaustion after escaping death made him disregard the embarrassment of being suppressed by someone of the same sex.

Lu Zhi skillfully injected himself with another inhibitor. As the medicine flowed into his blood, the violent desire gradually receded.

He opened the package, put on a new inhibitor ring, and took a cold shower.

As reason returned bit by bit, Lu Zhi exhaled a breath of turbid air. Why is it like this?

The outbreaks of his Disorder Syndrome were becoming more frequent. When did it start?

From the moment he almost bit Tang Xingye’s gland, he seemed to have become a bit strange.

Tang Xingye had a faint cold fragrance on him. When they first met, he had been dazed by the scent for a moment.

As long as he was in close contact with Tang Xingye, that cold fragrance would make him uncontrollably want to mark him.

Realizing his abnormal state, Lu Zhi actively distanced himself from Tang Xingye.

The longer he suppressed it, the more his desire exploded with the slightest stimulation. But as soon as he closed his eyes, it was all Tang Xingye’s cold, beautiful face.

Pursing his lips, his beautiful jet-black eyes full of anger, glaring at him coldly, and giving him a vicious slap.

The soft, faint, perfect fragrance enveloped his breath first.

But this beautiful image quickly turned into an intimate scene of Tang Xingye and Pei Lian having a candlelight dinner.

He opened his eyes abruptly, his lip line tight.

“Why didn’t he come to find me?” This thought rampaged through his chest.

Just based on the restaurant incident, he wouldn’t just ignore it.

Tang Xingye didn’t even have WeChat at first. Later, when he bought a phone, he didn’t think to add their contact info. It was Zhou Lin who brazenly pestered him into adding it.

He couldn’t even find a place to transfer money if he wanted to.

The thought of Tang Xingye and Pei Lian being intimate pushed the irritability in his heart to its peak.

Candy Heart: [Thinking of you, Big Brother.]

Lu Zhi closed his eyes, rubbed his sore and swollen forehead, and exhaled heavily.

This little liar. He’s clearly on a date with someone else.

Lu Zhi’s canine teeth itched.

Of course he knew who was on the other side of the screen. The person who clearly refused to add him on WeChat was now speaking to him in an intimate tone on an anonymous social platform.

At this moment, he was typing with slender fingers, perhaps pursuing his lips, the tear mole at the corner of his eye appearing and disappearing under the cold light of the phone.

Ding-dong—

The phone screen lit up.

Lu Zhi stared motionless at the phone screen, unable to look away.

The camera looked down from above. The person inside was sitting on a bed, the softer flesh of the inner thigh visible, teasingly hidden yet revealed. The knees were restrainedly pressed together, yet a sliver of a gap was inadvertently left open. The ankle was blindingly white, with visible cyan blood vessels.

He didn’t reach out to pick up the phone. He just watched like a stone statue, but the desire in the depths of his eyes was terrifyingly deep.

A few seconds later, the photo was retracted.

Candy Heart: [Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person.]