Chapter 122: TW: HOW COULD A POOR MAN BOOST OF PRIDE

This Chapter contains scenes involving manipulation, violence, and non-consensual acts. Please prioritise your comfort while reading.

While they were heading home, Shen Zihao had returned to Ruijie Corporation and was having a fit.

"You have to calm down, sir. You’re at work, please think about your reputation—"

A glass paperweight flew straight into the wall, shattering on impact and taking a chunk of plaster with it.

Ren Hao stepped to the side without flinching.

Shen Zihao wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular. His eyes were doing that thing they did when the line between what was happening inside his head and what was happening around him started to blur.

He swept everything off the desk in one motion. Files, his laptop, a cup, a framed photograph, all of it hit the floor in a cascading crash that filled the office’s deafening silence.

"That little—" The rest of it came out in a string that wasn’t entirely coherent, half sentence, half sound. He paced back and forth in front of the ruined desk, his hand going to his cheek and pressing hard, fingers digging in.

"I can’t believe he fucking slapped me. That feisty piece of shit."

He grabbed the monitor off the side table, and it hit the opposite wall with a sound like a gunshot. The screen caved in on impact, and Ren Hao took another small step to the left without being asked.

"He thinks he’s so high and mighty because he has Liu Liuxian," he laughed, then stopped pacing and turned to Ren Hao. Ren Hao flinched, wondering if he had become the next target and fearing for his life.

"Ren Hao, can I ask you a question?"

"Ah, yes, sir. What is it?"

Shen Zihao smiled, then leaned back on the desk.

"Who do you prefer more, me or Liu Liuxian?"

Ren Hao’s lips twitched, screaming Liu Liuxian in his head. Who in their right mind would want to work with this lunatic?

He spent every single day fearing for his life, hoping the day he’d become this man’s target never arrived.

Ren Hao watched Shen Zihao’s face darken and immediately knew he had fucked up.

"You, sir. It hurts my feelings that you’d even add CEO Liu to the equation."

"You chose me, yet it took you a while to answer. Were you weighing your options?"

Duh!

Was that even a question?

The fat paycheck wasn’t worth the danger that came with the job.

"Ah...that’s because I was just thinking about all the good times we’ve had together, and then I realised I could never choose CEO Liu over you."

Shen Zihao smiled, visibly pleased with Ren Hao’s answer.

"That’s right. You should stay with me for a long time." Shen Zihao smiled, then his next words sent a chill down Ren Hao’s body.

"You’re not pretty bad-looking yourself, and you’ve got a nice, sturdy body."

Ren Hao gulped, his expression visibly changing.

He hoped what he was thinking wasn’t what Shen Zihao was thinking.

"Sir..."

Shen Zihao barely spared him a glance as he uncuffed his sleeves and took off his jacket.

"Don’t make me talk too much. Clothes off, with your legs spread wide on the desk. I’m pent up."

"Please, sir, I’ll find someone you can do this with, someone who’s more your type, like a cute Omega..."

Shen Zihao smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

"If you can get Tang Xiaoyu here for me to fuck, then you can leave. But you can’t. Get on the desk."

Ren Hao could feel his hands shake as he walked to the desk, moving slowly in hopes of making Shen Zihao lose interest.

Instead, his vision blurred within seconds, and he was face down on the desk.

"I wanted to be gentle with you, but I’m getting impatient."

Ren Hao could feel his eyes water so much that a tear rolled down.

"Don’t cry." Shen Zihao gently wiped the tear away, which terrified Ren Hao even more. "Since you’re my lovely assistant, I won’t go too far."

Ren Hao nearly chuckled in self-pity.

His entire life, he had been passed around, pushed away, and used.

The world only favoured the Alphas who were wealthy. How could a poor man speak of pride?

He was an Alpha who had nothing to his name, a low background, a struggling family.

What Alpha pride could he speak of when he amounted to nothing?

Landing this job was a huge milestone for him. At least it would bring him and his family out of poverty.

But now, it had turned into his worst nightmare.

Getting raped by his psychopath of a boss.

Having no choice but to spread his legs and let another man invade his precious areas.

How he envied the dead right now.

"Do you hate me? Everyone does. After all, I have no redeemable qualities. I’m a bastard who can’t control himself. It’s a pity you’re the one having to spread your legs for me. Normally I wouldn’t fuck an Alpha, but I can’t control myself. I want you, and I must have you. So don’t cry. I’ll show you to a whole new world of pleasure."

Ren Hao didn’t say anything and instead closed his eyes.

After all, he wasn’t a weak man. He could hold a punch or two.

Yet he had willingly opened his legs.

Ren Hao saw himself as a realist. It was better to entertain Shen Zihao than to go against him.

He could lose his life if Shen Zihao went into his violent rampage, and his death would be covered up as nothing but a work accident.

His life was already pitiful enough. He didn’t want to die pitifully too.

Shen Zihao stroked his face. Ren Hao wasn’t bad-looking at all. His face and body were totally his type.

His pace increased, his grip on Ren Hao’s waist tightening.

This was a first for him, though.

Sleeping with an Alpha.

No matter how blinded by rage he had been, he had never once used sex to calm down or crossed the line with his workers.

So why the hell was he enjoying this?

Over time, Shen Zihao’s head cleared, and he could see who he was doing this with.