Honest Beta gets scammed

He Xiangchen stood on the balcony, looking at the now-blacked-out phone screen, his face still showing anger.

He recalled how Li Qing had looked an hour earlier, sitting on the sofa, pale-faced and extremely annoyed.

How could someone so cowardly dare to work at Shengxin?

"Hold."

He cursed under his breath and kicked the metal railing of the balcony with a loud bang.

He Xiangchen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.

The acrid smoke filled his lungs, but it did nothing to quell the anger in his heart. He looked down at the river of cars below, the dazzling lights forming flowing ribbons of light, his gaze flickering behind the glowing cigarette butts.

Halfway through the cigarette, He Xiangchen irritably pulled out his phone and opened a messaging app.

His thumb swiped rapidly across the screen, his gaze finally settling on a red tractor icon.

This aesthetic is so outdated and tacky.

He paused for a moment, then clicked on it anyway.

The chat interface is still showing yesterday's messages.

He Xiangchen narrowed his eyes. He hadn't even touched that country bumpkin's flesh in the private room today, so how could he be so scared?

He paused, his fingertip hovering over the input box, preparing to send a message to check the situation.

However, the message from the other side popped up first.

He Xiangchen was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a surge of energy rushing to the top of my head, and my pheromones began to dissipate uncontrollably.

There were no polite words or even a single punctuation mark on the chat interface.

There were only two cold, impersonal transfer records.

Transfer: ¥200000.00

Transfer: ¥63000.00

And then, that was it.

He Xiangchen's face darkened. He stared at the two sums of money, then typed a few words and sent them over.

What does this mean?

A red exclamation mark appears, indicating that the message failed to be sent.

It's like a huge mockery.

He was deleted.

"Oh……"

A low laugh echoed on the empty balcony. He Xiangchen stood with his waist bent, stray hairs falling across his forehead, obscuring his expression.

He slammed the cigarette butt between his fingers onto the lid of the nearby trash can, grinding it hard. Sparks exploded in the darkness before extinguishing.

Just then, a figure walked out from the fire escape at the back.

Yang An's voice carried a hint of joy when he saw He Xiangchen.

Just now in the private room, He Xiangchen suddenly said he needed to go to the restroom, but he never came back.

Yang An had no interest in hanging out with those spoiled brats, so he took the initiative to look for someone. He didn't see anyone in the restroom, and after searching for a while, he finally found He Xiangchen on the open-air balcony.

"Mr. He? I've been looking for you for so long, so this is where you are..."

He approached as he spoke, but his voice trailed off halfway through his sentence.

He sensed He Xiangchen's pheromones.

Yang An froze in place, his face showing horror.

He is a Beta, and normally, unless he is an exceptionally good Alpha, pheromones will not have a suppressive effect on him.

But now, he clearly felt a pheromone spreading from He Xiangchen. This pheromone conveyed not only suppression, but also a threat.

His survival instinct made him unconsciously take a step back, but this tiny step was not enough to escape the pursuit of pheromones.

Yang An felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, slowly lifting him upwards.

His feet gradually left the ground, his mouth opened slightly, the whites of his eyes rolled upwards, and his body seemed to be tightly gripped by something, unable to even struggle or kick.

Just as he felt his consciousness was about to fade, the force suddenly loosened.

"Thump!"

He fell from mid-air to the ground. Oxygen returned to his lungs, causing him to cough violently. Before he could figure out what had happened, his eyes became empty and blank, and he sat on the ground motionless.

He Xiangchen clutched his throbbing forehead, his voice hoarse, and squeezed out three words through clenched teeth.

"Go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang An, like a robot programmed with instructions, stiffly got up from the ground, turned around, and slowly walked towards the private room.

Only after Yang An's figure disappeared around the corner did the painful cry that had been stuck in He Xiangchen's throat finally seep out.

He stumbled, his body slumped against the wall, and then slowly slid down the wall before finally collapsing to the ground.

His mind was now in turmoil, violently assaulting his reason and nerves.

He gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly, and took out his phone to send a message to Assistant Xu.

[Tenth-floor balcony, come pick me up.]

After sending the message, he loosened his grip, and the phone fell to the ground with a "thud."

Pain gnawed at every nerve, making him want to faint, but reason told him that if he fainted, his last line of defense would collapse, his mind would be completely out of control, and he would go berserk right here.

Time stretched on endlessly at that moment; every minute and every second was torture for He Xiangchen.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard Assistant Xu's voice, as if he were soaking in water.

"Mr. He! Mr. He! You need to control your pheromones, I can't get through!"

"Mr. He, please stay calm!"

Assistant Xu kept chattering away, which annoyed He Xiangchen to no end. He wanted to tell him to shut up, but the pain left him with no strength to even speak. He could only barely suppress his leaking pheromones as a form of response.

……

The vehicle sped toward Xinying Hospital.

In the hospital's VIP ward, He Xiangchen lay on the bed, his complexion much better than before, showing no trace of his earlier disheveled state.

After glancing at the readings on the monitoring device, the doctor frowned, picked up another vial, and injected it into He Xiangchen. This was the sixth injection He Xiangchen had received since arriving at the hospital.

The cold liquid rushed into his body through his veins, accompanied by a strong feeling of nausea. He Xiangchen frowned and remained silent.

After the injection, the doctor glanced at the instrument again, and the value finally slowly dropped below the safety line, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off his mask, looked at He Xiangchen, and said, "Mr. He, the effect of the medicine on you is very limited, and large-dose injections are extremely harmful to the body. Even if you are Enigma, six doses are already the limit."

He Xiangchen twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a soft laugh, looking completely unconcerned.

Seeing his attitude, the doctor's expression turned serious, and his tone became more serious.

"Mr. He, what I mean is that the medication is no longer of much use to you. If you want to live, you need a highly compatible partner."

These words made He Xiangchen laugh. He turned his head and looked lazily at the doctor.

"Okay, you help me find it."

The doctor was taken aback by his attitude, sighed, and patiently tried to persuade him.

"Even if the chances are slim, you should maintain a positive attitude. At the very least, you should learn to control your emotions and not always get angry. Your mental state this time was caused by intense emotional fluctuations. Mr. He, no matter what it is, it's not worth risking your health to get angry."

It would have been better if we hadn't brought this up, because mentioning it made He Xiangchen angry again.

"Is this something I can control? What's the point of telling me? Go tell the person who made me angry!"

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then said, holding his breath, "You should get some rest."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the ward, taking out his phone.

There's really no way to communicate with them.

He needs to find someone who can communicate with He Xiangchen to do so!