The assistant was surprised to learn that his boss was going to a nightclub, but still did as he was told.

We booked a private room.

I also found a duck.

The group consisted of ten men, all of whom were male omegas. They wore barrier patches, so they couldn't smell anything. They were all incredibly charming, but Dengxin didn't like it. He couldn't imagine his husband turning into a little sister.

The manager personally explained that they all work in this line of work by keeping their eyes on the nose and their nose on their heart, possessing a shrewd and calculating mind. Seeing that General Manager Song didn't like it, they quickly replaced them with a new batch.

They went through five rounds of changes like this.

None of them are to my liking.

Nan Yu asked, "Is there a beta version?"

The manager immediately nodded and bowed, "Yes, Mr. Song, I'll get it for you right away." After a two-second pause, he asked, "Mr. Song, does the beta also need to be a male beta?"

Nan Yu: "Mm."

This time, twenty batches were changed.

Male betas are just normal men. They don't stand there like assertive alphas, but they're not as delicate as omegas either. They're fairly pleasing to the eye, and can be sweet, cool, soft, cute, or handsome. They can be any type you want.

beta is indeed popular.

There are so many batches of clubhouses.

I picked two that seemed alright and kept them, then asked the manager, "Do you have any Alphas?"

The manager was shocked: "A, Alpha?"

The assistant was also shocked.

Alpha picking Alpha is roughly equivalent to a man picking another man in a bar in the real world. This is not unusual in big cities, but who is Song Yu? He is the heir to the Song Group, worth hundreds of billions. He picks an Alpha.

No wonder it was rumored that Song Yu was gay.

This has finally been confirmed.

Nan Yu disliked his gaze and frowned: "Did you?"

Manager: Yes.

Alphas' gender attributes already determine their future; they rarely end up working as male prostitutes in brothels. That's why the top brothel in Haicheng only has three Alphas.

Unlike normal male-male relationships, where the bottom is willing to lie down, it's not like that.

Alphas' pheromones might repel each other, so it's not certain they can have sex. Also, Alphas' bodies aren't suited to lying down, so if they get up together, there might be blood.

The assistant hesitated, then Nan Yu warned him, "Don't talk nonsense."

You're being paid, so you have to nod.

The three Alphas were muscular, their features were not to his liking, and he felt no familiarity with them at all, so it shouldn't be them.

He waved them away.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it wasn't.

In the end, only two betas remained, both of which were rather obscure.

He stood there without saying a word.

Nan Yu was also sleepy. He had to go to the company tomorrow morning. There was a bed in the private room. He could have the two of them massage his legs and arms until he fell asleep, and then they could leave.

One person gave a tip of 100,000.

There are too many escorts at clubs, and most of them choose omegas because they are fragrant and soft, have pleasant pheromones, and are very compatible in bed. Betas can't smell pheromones and can't give the customers the desired response.

Top-tier VIPs will not choose beta.

Even if you had to choose, you'd choose them to pour drinks, sing along, and give them a tip of a thousand or eight hundred.

This was the first time they had ever spent 100,000.

Before me stands the future head of the Song Group, a generous and handsome man. If I could get close to him, even as a secret lover, it would be worth it.

The two were quick-witted.

The hand that was pinching his arm slowly moved up to his chest, while the hand that was pinching his legs moved towards his thighs...

Nan Yu frowned, just about to fall asleep.

Without even opening his eyes, he warned in a low voice, "If you dare touch anything again, watch your hands!"

He behaved himself.

Obediently massage legs and arms.

They were reluctant to leave, wanting to leave an impression on Nanyu when he woke up the next day. So they massaged his legs and arms all night long, but in the second half of the night they used less force and didn't wake the lamp wick.

The next day.

The assistant even thought that his boss had slept with male prostitutes at the two clubs.

I didn't dare to shout even after 8 o'clock.

They didn't knock on the door until nine o'clock.

Nan Yu regained consciousness and, seeing that the two were still there, frowned slightly and asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

Beta handsome guy: "Good morning, President Song."

Another beta: "Afraid of waking you up."

When Nan Yu got up, the two men were very perceptive and helped him put on his clothes and shoes, treating him like an ancient emperor. After he was dressed, Deng Xin gave them tens of thousands of yuan in tips.

As he opened the door to leave, one of the handsome beta guys said, "Mr. Song, could I have your contact information? It would be convenient for you to find me next time."

Another one followed closely behind: "Yes, Mr. Song, we are very happy to serve you."

Nan Yu glanced at them and told her assistant to add them.

Although the two were disappointed, the tip quickly washed away their sense of loss.

Nan Yu went to the company.

noon.

The secretary should have been the one to order the meal.

Song Huaizhi has arrived.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, carrying a lunchbox.

Song Huaizhi: "Brother, I've brought you food. Take care of yourself and don't just focus on work."

In addition to the work area, the office also has a lounge area, a personal beverage area, and a meeting area. The lounge area has a central island where you can eat or drink tea.

Nan Yu took the food box and said, "Don't send it next time."

Song Huaizhi smiled at Nan Yu: "I'm recovering from my injuries at home now and I've been thinking of coming to see you, brother. The food outside isn't healthy, so I'll bring you some from now on."

Eating out for ordinary people may not be healthy.

Song Yu's meal cost 100,000 coins; how could the chef dare to use anything less than fresh?

There's also a wider variety of dishes. Compared to my mother's preference for bland food, which makes every dish tasteless, this is so much better.

Song Huaizhi might not understand if he beat around the bush, or he might pretend not to understand, but Nan Yu didn't care and said directly, "I don't like home-cooked meals."

Song Huaizhi's face stiffened for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Then I'll make it for you myself next time."

Nan Yu opened the food box, took out the food inside, wiped her oily hands with a wet tissue, threw them into the trash can, and said, "If you're injured, take good care of yourself."

Song Huaizhi pouted, looking aggrieved: "Brother..."

Nan Yu: "Have you eaten?"

Song Huaizhi shook his head.

Nan Yu: "You only brought one serving, aren't you going back for dinner?"

Song Huaizhi smiled sweetly: "I want to watch you finish eating, brother."

What quirk?

Let's change the subject: "What is Lu Yu doing today?"

Song Huaizhi disliked his elder brother mentioning Lu Yu. Although Lu Yu was the real young master, Song Huaizhi had lived in the Song family for over a decade and had feelings for his parents and brothers. What was Lu Yu to him?

He tries to steal my attention the moment he appears.

Song Huaizhi couldn't stand it.

But when his older brother asked, he still managed a forced smile. "I was still sleeping when I came here, brother. He seems to be angry with me. I wasn't paying attention yesterday. I just felt a sudden jolt. Maybe I didn't stand properly. Luckily you were here, otherwise I would have wronged Brother Lu Yu. I wanted to apologize, but he doesn't seem to accept it."

Nan Yu picked up a piece of green vegetable leaf; it was alright.

After finishing his meal, he said, "He was wronged, so it's normal for him to be angry for a couple of days."

Song Huaizhi was displeased.

Could it be that she wronged Lu Yu because she fell down the steps?

They had clearly identified the right angle and timing.

Song Huaizhi was frustrated; he didn't know what had gone wrong.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lu Yu. Brother, how can I apologize so that Brother Lu Yu can forgive me?"

Nan Yu said while eating, "I don't know."

Song Huaizhi: "I really didn't mean it, bro. I was trying to hold Lu Yu's hand, but he flung it away. I probably lost my footing because of the momentum. Now I've wronged Lu Yu. What should I do, bro?"

Little O was almost in tears, as if she was truly feeling guilty and sad for wrongly accusing someone.

Nan Yu swallowed her rice and then drank some water.