In the hotel.
A man with a broomstick could be seen at the glass door.
"You can enter, but if you are caught, don't drag my name into this," the man whispered threateningly to the two reporters in front of him. If it weren't because one of them was his niece, he wouldn't have gotten involved with something like this that could risk his job as a cleaner.
"Yes, uncle, we just have to take some pictures, then we'll leave," one of the reporters said as she waved her camera.
The cleaner nodded his head reluctantly, believing them. "You enter that elevator, then you press the last floor. The first door when you come out from the elevator is their room."
The two reporters couldn't help but look at each other in pure happiness—this was the breakthrough of their careers.
"Did you get what I said?" the cleaner asked snappily, not hearing their response.
"Yes, uncle," they both nodded eagerly.
The cleaner couldn't help but hesitate, looking at their response. Was he going to get in trouble for this?
He shook his head, trying to convince himself to stay positive, and left.
The reporters quickly hid their camera and entered the reception area, pretending to be normal guests as they made their way into the elevator.
"Jia, I can't believe we are going to do this," one of the reporters said excitedly to her partner.
Jia couldn't help but smile at her partner. "Xiao, what's there not to believe? As a waking call, I give you the honor of pressing the button."
Xiao hesitated, then excitedly pressed the elevator button, and the door closed instantly, taking them up.
Coming out from the elevator, Xiao ran to the room door, pulling it, but it was locked. "Jia, what are we going to do? It's locked!"
Jia just smirked. "Obviously, nothing."
"Ehn?"
"What do you mean nothing?" Xiao asked, confused at what exactly her friend meant.
Jia looked at Xiao with a look of "Are you dumb?"
"We can't break the door, obviously. Let's wait till they come out."
The two of them hid in a corner, waiting.
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The sun peeked out of the curtain, disturbing Zixuan in his sleep. He turned a little, using his hand to block the sunlight. He stayed like that for some minutes before something clicked. He sat up instantly, unintentionally flinging Haoran's hand off his body.
Zixuan looked around, confused about where he was.
"Where am I?" he whispered, his eyes anxiously scanning the room until they met a human-like figure on the bed with him. Looking closer, his eyes shot open as he adjusted back too quickly and fell straight to the floor.
"Hiss!"
He touched his waist in pain. Apart from the initial pain he felt when he fell, he also felt a sharp one in his butt.
"Why is my butt paining me?"
Lying on the floor, memories of last night flashed like a film through his head—his heat, the old man who tried to rape him, Haoran saving him.
And the sex.
They had sex.
He and Haoran actually had sex.
And that wasn't the most shocking part. He was bottomed.
He, Zixuan—the playboy whom omegas yearned to be topped by—actually got bottomed.
His butt was used for sexual things.
Zixuan sat on the floor as he glared at the alpha in hatred, in disbelief, and most importantly, embarrassment. He actually moaned in enjoyment of the activity yesterday.
Unable to handle the embarrassment, he stood up instantly.
"Hiss!"
He hissed in pain at the abrupt way he stood up. He glared at the alpha in annoyance, cursing him in anger as he picked up his clothes from the bed.
"Pervert,"
He cursed as he wore his rumpled undersuit.
"Dog,"
He cursed again as he wore his trousers.
"Horny beast."
"I pray you get hit by a truck." Zixuan glared at him one last time before he walked out of the room with a bang of the door, while the "innocent" alpha was on the bed, still sleeping.
Zixuan couldn't walk very well as his butt and legs were paining him. "Was this how those omegas I had sex with felt like?"
He shook his head in denial. "No, he wasn't a beast." He was sure most of the omegas he had sex with enjoyed his technique.
"Maybe Haoran is just a hungry dog."
He nodded his head. "Yes, that was it." Zixuan walked to the elevator, managing.
As soon as he got into the elevator—
"Did you get the video?" Jia asked Xiao as they came out from their hiding spot.
Xiao nodded her head and played the video.
"Mr. Li really didn't have much pity for Master Zixuan," Xiao said as she watched the footage. They both could tell from the limping that it was a passionate night.
*****
The elevator finally reached the ground floor as Zixuan stepped out. He was about to walk straight through the entrance when he froze.
His hands patted down his sides, pockets—empty.
"Where's my phone?" he muttered, then remembered. He'd left it somewhere in the room… or maybe it had fallen last night.
"What am I going to do now?" he thought anxiously. Without a phone, how was he supposed to contact his assistant to pick him up?
His eyes darted around until they landed on the receptionist. She was watching him.
Too closely.
Her eyes flicked to his limp, then back up to his face.
Zixuan's face flushed instantly. He knew exactly what she was thinking.
It's all that Haoran's fault.
With practiced ease, he shoved down the embarrassment and painted on his usual cold, nonchalant expression. Chin high, he walked to the receptionist's desk.
"What are you looking at?" he asked bluntly, glaring.
"Nothing?" the receptionist replied quickly, turning her head away like she hadn't been staring.
"Can I borrow your phone?"
"For what?" she asked, a little wary.
"I need to contact my driver, but my phone isn't with me. Are you giving it to me or not?" His voice held the same haughty tone as always. Whether he was asking, begging, or demanding, arrogance clung to every word. It was engraved in him—and no one could change it.
"Okay," the receptionist said reluctantly. She entered her password and handed the phone over, though her eyes didn't leave him for a second.