Instantly, the doctor’s expression was filled with sympathy.
He had noticed Gong Ze’s greasy hair and cheap clothes. The reason he hadn’t paid attention earlier was that this man was simply too stunning to look at—people only wanted to stare at his face, ignoring all the other details.
Finally, the doctor relented. “Alright, I’ll keep an eye on him during my breaks. I’ll also ask the nurses to pay extra attention to him. You… ah, I misjudged you earlier.”
He wasn’t the biological father, yet when the child got sick, he didn’t run away—instead, he tried to scrape together the money.
That alone put him far above many people.
The doctor’s heart softened.
“Thank you so much, doctor!”
Gong Ze kept thanking him with ‘surprise’ and delight.
After finishing all the paperwork, Gong Ze learned that the child’s name was Gu Panpan. The surname followed the mother. “Pan” stood for the hope of having an Alpha child or an Omega child.
[I can’t believe the ABO world still has that whole favoritism-for-Alphas-and-Omegas-over-Betas nonsense.]
The system commented with disgust.
“It’s the same everywhere. As long as there are differences, there will be opposition, discrimination, and comparison.”
The only way the world could be free of gender issues was if all of humanity became one gender. But then, they’d just find something else to discriminate against.
Gong Ze tucked the bills away, opened his phone, and started searching for the largest entertainment club in the city.
The system floated over curiously. [What are you doing?]
Gong Ze: “Looking for a job.”
Gong Ze: “Fast money, no educational requirements, and the place best suited for the original owner.”
The system squinted and read the words on the phone screen.
Host Club.
The system: …
Gong Ze smiled faintly through a dark aura. “If I ever have the chance to meet the original owner of this body, I will definitely [emphasis] thank [emphasis] him properly.”
Damn it. He’d knock his head clean off!
The system: …
In ancient times, there was the beautiful maiden who sold herself to bury her father. Today, there was the beautiful man selling himself to save his child. Touching, truly touching.
The system wiped away tears as it watched Gong Ze return to the rental apartment, take a shower to clean himself up, throw away the cheap counterfeit luxury items the original owner had bought out of vanity, and change into the simplest black shirt and black pants.
If a woman wants to look pretty, dress her in white. If a man wants to look handsome, dress him in black.
Dressed entirely in black with no flashy accessories, the original owner’s advantages were all accentuated after he cleaned up—those dangerously long legs, that tall and flawless figure.
His clean, unadorned face had fine pores, a high nose bridge, and deep, captivating eyes.
His damp short hair was slicked back, revealing a smooth forehead.
The man in the mirror pressed his thin lips together slightly. With his thick lashes, he looked down—enough to make anyone’s nose bleed.
Gong Ze, heading off to become a host for his child’s sake, sighed.
On the bus to the club, he held onto the overhead rail with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other.
Throughout the ride, every Omega and Beta on the bus secretly looked at him, took sneaky photos with their phones, blushed, and excitedly whispered to their companions about whether they should go ask for his number—all of them assuming Gong Ze couldn’t hear them.
The Alphas, on the other hand, glared at him with hostility, while also clearing their throats and adjusting their postures, fiddling with their bangs and clothes, quietly sizing him up as a rival.
The atmosphere only returned to normal after Gong Ze got off the bus.
Following the directions on his phone, Gong Ze found the club. Ignoring the admiring glances from people around him, he kept his head slightly lowered, wore a timid and hesitant expression, and glanced around with his peripheral vision as he walked inside.
This Alpha, who looked like a supermodel or a superstar, moved nervously, his body stiff.
An air of “this is my first time here” clung to him.
Some of the seasoned pleasure-seekers in the place had already fixed their gazes intensely on his back. Their eyes wandered from his young, nervous face down to his broad shoulders and the waist that looked undeniably powerful.
“That man is hot.”
“I’d max out my credit card for him.”
A certain provocatively dressed Omega said this to her companion with conviction.
Meanwhile, her companion stared at Gong Ze and simply couldn’t bring herself to look away.
Bearing the weight of numerous covetous gazes, Gong Ze approached the front desk. Under the smile of a beautiful Beta woman, he clutched his phone and moved his lips, hesitating for a long time before finally whispering, “Excuse me, is your manager in?”
“Handsome, is there something you need with our manager?”
The beautiful Beta teased him.
“I-I’m here to apply… a friend introduced me. He said he already talked to the manager and worked it out…”
Gong Ze avoided her gaze and spoke in a timid, submissive voice.
“Apply?”
The receptionist was taken aback. “As far as I know, our club’s staff is full. We’re not hiring right now.”
“Ah?” Gong Ze looked up blankly from below, his mouth forming a flustered syllable.
Probably because of his personality, even though he was tall, he had a habit of lowering his head and looking up at people from below. This combination of large physique and submissive posture inexplicably reminded one of a Bernese Mountain Dog.
The kind that is huge yet a bit of a pushover.
The kind that rests its chin on the armrest of the sofa, wagging its tail while looking at you with pleading, watery eyes, its whole body screaming, ‘Pet me, please.’
His deep, clear eyes flickered with a pitiful light, and his entire body stiffened because of her answer.
He stammered, “That can’t be right, but, but… I…”
He took out his phone, probably meaning to show her his chat history with his friend.
But due to his timid, cautious nature, he couldn’t bring himself to argue further.
Oh my god.
This poor, handsome guy was about to shatter.
The receptionist’s heart ached as she comforted him. “Don’t worry, handsome. What I said isn’t definite. Even though the club isn’t hiring right now, maybe the manager is making an exception for you. After all, your appearance is really…”
Too outstanding.
That face was like a seductive cheat code.
The more the receptionist thought about it, the more she felt her words made sense. If it were up to her, she would definitely sign this man immediately.
“Tell you what, wait here for a moment. I’ll call the manager over.”
The man pressed his lips together and nodded obediently. “Okay.”
The receptionist’s heart melted. She wanted nothing more than to offer all her money to make this Alpha her kept man.
Tsk, tsk. This beauty was definitely a deadly weapon.
The ultimate golden boy for living off a woman.
Cheerfully, the receptionist used the walkie-talkie on her chest to explain the situation to the manager, emphasizing:
“He’s really handsome. This Alpha is just… incredible! Lots of people are stopping right in front of our door because of him, unable to leave, just drooling over him.”
“Fine, bring him over.”
The manager finally relented.
Still, he wasn’t impressed in his heart.
What handsome men and beautiful women hadn’t he seen in this line of work? Omegas and Alphas with unique pheromones, twins, triplets, those with unique cold or fiery temperaments…
Even figures that were angelic in face and devilish in body were a dime a dozen in the club.
“Oh, right. Besides his looks, what’s his personality like?”
High-quality clubs had strict standards. The manager snorted coldly. Their clientele included wealthy and powerful individuals. Looks and body alone certainly weren’t enough.
He would at least need talent or a unique trait!
The receptionist went, “Uh…” She glanced at the man and said dryly, “His personality… is pretty wimpy. Ah, no, I mean… pretty docile.”
The manager: ???
After disconnecting the walkie-talkie, the manager was just muttering to himself, “Since when is ‘wimpy’ considered a special appealing trait? Who likes a wimpy guy?”
Suddenly, the floor captain, who also wore a walkie-talkie on his chest, hurried over and whispered a few words into the manager’s ear. The manager’s head nearly exploded upon hearing it. He followed the captain at a quick trot to a special VIP room.
The moment he entered, the manager saw their club’s most elite Alpha male models lined up against the wall, looking as dejected as defeated roosters. When they saw the manager, they looked like they’d just seen their savior.
The manager cursed inwardly at their uselessness, but plastered a smile on his face.
“Young Master Jiang, esteemed guests, what’s the matter? You’re not satisfied with these male models? Don’t let it ruin your mood.”
The young masters lounging on the long sofa in the private room stared at the manager with smirks.
The young master Jiang in the middle poured a glass of wine for the man beside him, set down the bottle, and gave a soft laugh. “Manager, these are your club’s male models? You’ve swapped them batch after batch, but each one is uglier than the last.”
The manager laughed awkwardly. “Haha, well, you see, it’s…”
Jiang Lin’an tapped the table. “Last time I was here, I told you to bring in some new faces. I’ve gotten tired of looking at these ones ages ago. You didn’t listen at all.”
The manager broke out in a cold sweat. “Well… I just wanted to make sure you had the best experience possible. Since you’re an Alpha, we’ve been focusing on bringing in Omegas. We are a bit short on Alphas, and it’s also true that Alphas aren’t very willing to work in this industry, but…”
But their club’s Alphas were absolutely the best!
If you couldn’t find a suitable one here, you wouldn’t find one anywhere else.
The manager grimaced, suspecting they were just looking for trouble.
Weren’t these Alphas handsome enough?
Each one looked like a male idol or a movie star.
“Forget it.” The man beside Jiang Lin’an was getting impatient. “I’m going home. Coming here for fun was a mistake. What decent, suitable Alpha could you possibly find in a place like this?”
“Don’t go, Feng Yuan.”
Jiang Lin’an quickly stopped him. “You finally agreed to come out with me. If I can’t even make sure you have a good time, I’d be so embarrassed. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find someone you like.”
Feng Yuan shot him a glance, clicked his tongue, and sat back down.
The manager was staring at Feng Yuan in shock. Wait a minute—
He had assumed this man was also an Alpha. But he was actually an Omega?!
Which Omega family produced someone this large, with this aggressive aura, and a chiseled face even more handsome than an Alpha’s?
Jiang Lin’an finished appeasing his friend and glared at the manager. “You heard him. This is my good brother. The only reason we came to your place is to entertain him.”
“Your club’s Alphas are too greasy, too slick. My friend doesn’t like that type. Can you produce new ones or not? If you can’t—”
Jiang Lin’an’s smile turned icy.
The young masters around him picked up their wine bottles and stared menacingly at the manager, as if ready to smash the place if he said no.
The manager was at his wit’s end. “But all of our club’s Alpha male models are right here. I—”
Before he could finish, the walkie-talkie on his chest crackled to life.
“Manager, I’m bringing the handsome Alpha up. Where are you?”
The manager froze.
Jiang Lin’an heard it and wasn’t pleased. “Oh? So there are other Alphas? You’re hiding them, huh? What’s the matter? Looking down on me, giving me the leftovers and saving the good ones for another private room?”
“I would never!”
The manager bowed and scraped, feeling wronged.
“This person is—”
“Enough with the ‘is’! Bring him here directly.”
The manager: “…”
He had no choice. Grimacing, he had the receptionist bring over the Alpha who had likely wandered into the wrong place.
The ten minutes of anxious waiting felt like an eternity for the manager. When the door to the private room finally knocked, the manager thought to himself that even if the next person to appear was ugly, so be it, as long as it gave him a moment to breathe.
The door to the private room opened.
The man stood stiffly behind the receptionist.
His posture was straight and pleasing to the eye, yet he inexplicably exuded the delicate aura of a young husband whose wife had died early, leaving behind a crying baby – a pitiful, single father with a child to care for.
What’s more, this ‘young husband’ also possessed a sexy, powerful physique.
A strong body combined with a timid, sugar-sweet interior—the mix was absolutely deadly!
Those dominant Omegas would inevitably want to tease and torment him mercilessly. When tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and he hoarsely asked, ‘Why are you doing this?’, they would pull him to their chests, stroke his soft hair, and secretly thrill at the urge to bully him even more.
From the moment the door opened and he appeared, the room fell completely silent.
The row of exquisitely styled Alpha male models behind the manager were completely overshadowed.
Jiang Lin’an’s eyes lit up with sheer admiration.
And Feng Yuan stared intently at Gong Ze. His boredom faded, replaced by a tingling, electrifying sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“See? There is an amazing, top-tier guy right here!”
Jiang Lin’an laughed heartily, excitedly stood up, and walked to the door himself. Seeing the man’s nervous, frightened look, he immediately lowered his voice and gently invited him in.
He was even more tender than he would be with a little Omega.
“Come over and have a drink with my friend. Don’t worry, this young master isn’t stingy. No matter how much you drink, there will be a red envelope for you.”
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